Happy Father's Day.

Happy Father’s Day to you dads reading this. Hoping you have a great one. I’m in a good place—maybe the best yet. My family is healthy, present, and full of love. I’ve been painting, drawing, writing, planting—creating just to create. That’s only possible because of the people around me. My wife, kids, dog, my brother, Chauncey, and a handful of friends and family—you’re my anchors. I didn’t get here alone, and I’m deeply grateful.

But the world outside feels off the rails. A Democratic lawmaker was murdered, and some Trump supporters brushed it off—“Democrat on Democrat,” like that makes it fine. Jews kill Muslims. Muslims kill Jews. People kill in the name of tribe and call it justice. It’s not. No murder is okay—not of your enemy, not of your own. Justifying it is how decency dies.

My Dutch friend said two things that stuck. First: “I feel sorry for you. Seriously.” Then: “It’s also quite crazy to see how easily Europeans have this ‘okay, byebye, go fuck yourselves, we’ll move on with other friends’ sort of mentality. On a national level, I mean.” And finally: “Same response as in most countries—sort of like a relief almost, that ‘we’ can now leave the US behind like a pile of shit.”

Ray Dalio’s saying we’re heading toward civil war—fragile systems, fractured trust, people picking sides like it’s a game. But another friend offered his take: maybe AI ends the idea of jobs altogether. Maybe we’re due for a new social contract.

But today’s not about all that. I’m spending it on a boat with my wife, kids, father-in-law, and our ridiculous dog. Just hanging out. That’s enough for now.