a man in Thurston County, Washington, was arrested for the ninety-eighth time after stealing thousands of dollars in merchandise from local stores and leading officers on a high-speed car chase;

for more than a century, researchers have debated exactly how cat flea larvae move across a surface.

Spoiler, watch the video first.

$8,000,000,000 and they are considering scrapping it. Your tax dollars at work.

The US Military’s GPS Software Is an $8 Billion Mess
The GPS Next-Generation Operational Control System was due for completion in 2016. Ten years later, the software for controlling the military’s GPS satellites still doesn’t work.

https://www.wired.com/story/the-us-militarys-gps-software-is-an-8-billion-mess/

The Hollow Men - context Summary
Published 1925, Invoking Kurtz

Published and written in 1925, T.S. Eliot’s "The Hollow Men" addresses spiritual desolation after war and cultural collapse. The subtitle, "Mistah Kurtz—he dead," explicitly links the poem to Conrad’s Kurtz and themes of failed leadership and moral emptiness. The poem stages collective paralysis and ritualized, hollow gestures, culminating in the memorable final line that reframes the end of the world as quiet, exhausted decline rather than dramatic catastrophe.

I

We are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
leaning together
headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
we whisper together
are quiet and meaningless
as wind in dry grass
or rats' feet over broken glass
in our dry cellar.

Shape without form, shade without colour,
paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
with direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
remember us-if at all-not as lost
violent souls, but only
as the hollow men
the stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
in death's dream kingdom
these do not appear:
There, the eyes are
sunlight on a broken column
there, is a tree swinging
and voices are
in the wind's singing
more distant and more solemn
than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
in death's dream kingdom
let me also wear
such deliberate disguises
rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
in a field
behaving as the wind behaves
no nearer -

Not that final meeting
in the twilight kingdom.

III

This is the dead land
this is cactus land
here the stone images
are raised, here they receive
the supplication of a dead man's hand
under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
in death's other kingdom
waking alone
at the hour when we are
trembling with tenderness
lips that would kiss
form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
there are no eyes here
in this valley of dying stars
in this hollow valley
this broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

In this last of meeting places
we grope together
and avoid speech
gathered on this beach of the tumid river.

Sightless, unless
the eyes reappear
as the perpetual star
multifoliate rose
of death's twilight kingdom
the hope only
of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
prickly pear prickly pear
here we go round the prickly pear
at five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
and the reality,
between the motion
and the act
falls the Shadow.
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
and the creation,
between the emotion
and the response
falls the Shadow.
Life is very long

Between the desire
and the spasm,
between the potency
and the existence,
between the essence
and the descent
falls the Shadow.
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
life is
for Thine is the

This is the way the world ends,
this is the way the world ends,
this is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper.