Trump Doesn’t Need Your Vote
It is crystal clear in his response to a 56-year-old construction worker that Trump doesn’t give a fuck about the working class.
It is crystal clear in his response to a 56-year-old construction worker that Trump doesn’t give a fuck about the working class.
After more than 20 years on hiatus, I started trading again yesterday. I didn’t have much cash in my account; therefore, I wanted to invest in penny stocks. My wife told me to buy Tevogen (TVGN) and I did. We could have made 100% today, but I wanted to keep it for the long term. If I were to lose, it’s not that much.
I got into trading right after I graduated from college. I couldn’t find a job and day trading seemed like an easy way to make some quick money. I opened a account with the small saving that I had. As a day trader, I made from $50 to $200 a day, which were enough for me. One morning, I lost over $3,000 because I didn’t sell what I had.
When I landed a full-time job, I stopped trading. I hardly checked my account. My account was with Scottrade. TD Ameritrade acquired Scottrade a few years ago and now merged into Charles Schwab.
I had learned an invaluable lesson in day trading; therefore, I am being really careful about our investment. I am willing to lose an amount that I won’t regret. Obviously I won’t get rich either.
My wife was following NuZee (NUZE) and it is over 800% today. How crazy is that? We missed the boat this morning. Oh well! She is a smart woman so I will follow her.
Jelly Roll has a big, beautiful voice. He drowns his soul in his music instead of drugs and alcohol. He writes about his addictions and recoveries in Beautifully Broken. His lyrics are honest and he delivered them from his heart. In “Winning Streak,” he reveals, “The broken man in the mirror, can’t look at me ’cause he’s guilty / And I swear that the last couple months, that motherfucker tried to kill me.” I enjoy the album throughout, but I wish the productions aren’t so polished. The acoustic settings would have matched better his his raw vocals. “Heart of Stone” in particular is way too refined for his confession: “Dear Lord, can you help me? I’ve fallen out of grace / I’m crawlin’ back to Heaven from this hell on earth I made / My blood has gotten heavy, there’s metal in my veins / It’s runnin’ like the river, filled with all of my mistakes.”
Eren Orbey writes for the New Yorker:
Cora was five, Dawson was three, and Callan was eight months old. Pat loves to talk about them and dreads having to explain what happened. On January 24, 2023, he stepped out of the house in Duxbury to pick up children’s medicine and a takeout dinner order. When he returned, less than an hour later, Lindsay lay semiconscious in the back yard, having cut her neck and wrists and thrown herself from their bedroom window. She’d left the children strangled in the basement. Cora and Dawson were pronounced dead that night; Callan was airlifted to a hospital, where he died a few days later. “I have three kids,” Pat sometimes still says, out of habit, before adding, “They are deceased.”
Mental health is a serious issue in America. I am enrolling in the Mental Health First Aid Training to learn about the signs and symptoms.
Mental Health First Aid is an early intervention tool for mental health support.
Mental Health First Aiders…
Mental health is a state of well-being in which an individual:
A mental health challenge is when:
Mental Disorder is a diagnosable disorder that:
Patterns of using alcohol or another substance that results in impairment in daily life or noticeable distress.
Repeated use of and dependence on the substance will lead to a pattern of compulsive use, drug tolerance and, if discontinued, withdrawal symptoms.
We took all four boys to the dentist for their six-month checkup. c came out and told me the orthodontist would like to talk to me. I knew I would have to spend more money. She informed me that Xuân needed a palatal expander. Since we already paid for Đao’s expander and braces and Đan’s braces, I expected we will have to do for Xuân and Vương as well. I didn’t even think or hesitate to drop $1,000 to start the palatal expander for Xuân. I just gave them my credit card. Yes, I am guilty as charged for my extensive parenting style. I would have thought it over if I were to drop a grant on myself, but for my kids, it’s all good.
I invested in a future font called Thow, designed by Dương Trần. My hope is to include in my book a recommendation for a typeface designed by a Vietnamese designer. We’ll see how far Dương Trần will go with this typeface.
Last night, I watched the Virginia Senate debate between Tim Kaine and Hung Cao. I didn’t know anything about Hung Cao and I was curious about my fellow Vietnamese American who is running for U.S. Senate. With his military service and immigration background, I thought he would be straightforward and compassionate.
I was disappointed with Cao’s performance. He dodged every question. The moderators had to repeat the question every time he gave his answer and he still didn’t give a straight answer. Like Trump, Cao kept coming back to immigration no matter what topic was being discussed at the moment. When Cao tried to avoid the questions so many times, he started to make some bizarre cannibal shit. That was the moment I realized that Cao was not talking to Virginia voters. He was talking directly to Trump.
Just like JD Vance, Hung Cao cannot be trusted to represent the people of Virginia. He is a Trump’s bitch. He was willing to look stupid on the debate stage just to please Trump. It’s a damn shame for a Vietnamese-American candidate who brings nothing new but the same old Trump agenda to Virginia. What a Caoward!
In the age of digital distraction, reading Yoko Ogawa’s Mina’s Matchbox takes patience. The novel plays with the characters and you are invited to be part of their daily lives. Even though the family is wealthy, they don’t do anything spectacular, except for the young girl who rides to school on a hippo because of her health. The story is quiet yet mysterious. I tried my best not to pick up my phone while reading and hoping for something dramatic to happen. If you want to get away from the digital chaos and want to relax, this is a perfect read. Stephen Snyder has done an excellent job on the translation. If you have never read Ogawa’s works, I highly recommend The Memory Police, which was also translated by Snyder.
Last week, we took some time off to take the kids to the beach. Despite the cold water, the strong wind, and the crashing waves, we had a great time together. It was nice to have the time just for our little family. Nevertheless, we had very little down time with the four active boys.
As the boys are growing and demanding their own time, I don’t know how many more times we can spend together. I want to use my time on earth to make memories. As I am aging, I don’t know when my time will be up. It might sound cynical, but we don’t know when we will be running out of time.
As we spent our time on the beach, we also attended my mother-in-law’s sister’s funeral. She lived a wonderful life and spent her time last with her loved ones before she left. If I were to have as much time as her on earth, I would have about 43 years left. Given how unhealthy I have become and how stressful I always carried with me, I don’t think I have that much time left.
As I am getting older and seeing people leaving this earth, I often think about my own time. A close friend of mine drowned in his teenage time. A heart attack robbed the time of another close friend of mine when he was in his 30s. My parents, aunts, and uncles have lost their time to illnesses.
As time passed me by, I realized that I had wasted so much of my time. I spent too much time worrying about things that might happen such as losing the ability to feed my family, raising my kids wrong, drifting away from the love of my life, and fading into darkness.
Nowadays, I just want to treasure the present time that I have. I can’t spend too much time worrying about things that I don’t have control over. I can’t even control my own time. Only time will tell.