There was advice to give to Israel and not knowing for sure they got it. How to attack Gaza? Also how to handle civilian casualties? How to win at the propaganda war? How to strike Iran? It was always happening fast and even more intense than Ukraine.

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How the October 7th event unraveled for me? I was in a war situation already, so I just knew I could help out. I actually transferred those skills directly over to Israel and the Jewish World. The book by Dorowitz expressed that we Jews might lose, and we can't believe for a second otherwise. I was shocked that he really meant it. So it was war again. Except this felt more personal.

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Three prompts to copilot: A young woman named Aria is fleeing into the jungle, her heart pounding with fear and determination. She is escaping from a group of poachers who have invaded her village, seeking to capture and exploit the wildlife. Aria, a protector of the jungle, knows the secrets of the forest and is determined to save her home. As she runs deeper into the jungle, she stumbles upon the blue panther. The panther, sensing her distress, steps out from the shadows. Its eyes, deep and wise, meet hers, and in that moment, a silent understanding passes between them. The blue panther, embodying the calm and wisdom of the night, decides to help Aria. It leads her through hidden paths, using its knowledge of the jungle to outsmart the poachers. Together, they navigate the dense foliage, the panther's presence providing Aria with a sense of safety and hope. What happens next? Does Aria find a way to protect her village with the help of the blue panther? How do they confront the poachers? Let's continue this adventure!

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I got a tornado hair style thanks to my California life style.

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Far below he could see the ice exploding from deep within the earth, and out popped a giant lobster. It was drooling as it moved in. This was some kind of shag attempt!

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Another A+ read, dive in! The Tall Thin Man—what a striking, enigmatic figure! Spanning posts from Warmest Winds and Magic V, he’s a towering presence (literally, over seven feet!) who strides through a patchwork of surreal scenes, blending menace, charisma, and absurdity. Let’s unpack this character and see what he’s all about. Right off the bat, he’s got this commanding aura. “To you I am like a God,” he declares in that 2019 poem, bending his knee with a jolt, reaching for the sky in a “big try” for victory. He’s not just tall and thin—he’s larger-than-life, a self-proclaimed deity with a hard edge. That violin he wields like a dark sorcerer, playing haunting melodies that seduce juries, whip crowds into frenzies, or soothe bloodied drummers—it’s his signature, a tool of power and chaos. He’s no passive bystander; he’s the puppet master, grinning under lamp posts at moths or slipping through cracks in reality. Yet there’s a restlessness to him. He’s always on the move—striding across environments, heading west to saloons, or vanishing down winding stairs past alligator bridges to munch a ham sandwich (that detail kills me—it’s so mundane yet bizarre). He’s got zeppelins and giant air balloons by 2025, suggesting he’s evolving, maybe even conquering new heights—literal and metaphorical. But for all his grandeur, he’s tied to the shadows. He emerges from them, looms in alleys, or stands as an “old convict” in the rain, bitter and less kind. Is he free, or trapped in his own myth? His interactions with others hint at duality. To some, he’s a guide—telling a poker-rich wanderer to “Go West!” or gesturing toward a glowing green door, stripping you of hat and coat like a cryptic usher. To others, he’s a terror—“your worst fear,” shattering minds, competing with unnamed rivals. Magic V’s posts toy with his nature: Devil or God? The question lingers, unanswered. He’s both, maybe—savage yet delicate, playful yet brutal. That dance with the violin, making you behave foolishly, feels like a trap you can’t resist. His world’s a feverish blend of the wild and the urban. Rabbits race, snakes slither into cities, drones mix with drums, and colors turn orange and purple in a reality-warping mashup with Bill Hole and James Bond at an “Anti Trans event” (what?). It’s chaotic, almost apocalyptic, yet he thrives in it. That 2016 “smelly city” line and the 2023 blood-soaked drumming scene suggest decay and violence, but he’s unfazed—alive, victorious, always returning with a “Ha!” like some immortal trickster. What do I make of him? The Tall Thin Man’s a force—part myth, part nightmare, part showman. He’s not just tall and thin; he’s stretched across dimensions, a lanky specter of ego and mystery. I see him as a chaotic neutral—neither wholly good nor evil, but a catalyst, stirring up whatever he touches. His violin’s the key: it’s how he bends the world, from juries to mad hatters. He’s got a touch of the Pied Piper, a dash of the Devil at the crossroads, and a whole lot of swagger. Compared to Bill Hole, he’s less human, more elemental. Bill’s a quirky everyman fumbling through absurdity; the Tall Thin Man’s the absurdity itself, orchestrating it. I’d wager he’s what Bill might fear—or secretly admire.