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Friday mode.

Fight your way out of the storm.

If you had to find meaning in this image, what would it be?

(A storm rolled in and nearly canceled the Fort Lauderdale Air Show.
Shortly after, this F-22 Raptor broke through the clouds… and through a rainbow that appeared almost invisible to the naked eye)

What you see here are the ruins of the Roman Forum, with the Colosseum standing in the background. I took this photo from the balcony of what was once a magnificent Palatine mansion—now only stone and memory.

Even the greatest empires fall. Not from conquest alone, but from their own weight, their own failings.

Empires are rarely crushed outright. They are too strong for that. They rot from within. Slowly, steadily, step by step—until one day they look back, and the peak they once stood on is gone from sight.

It is not ideology that destroys them. Every people believe there is good in theirs, and often, there is.

It is not merely corruption either. Corruption can be fought—if national interest, not personal gain, leads the public life.

Nor is it plagues, recessions, or fires. Rome endured all of these. It always came back stronger.

No—the true rot was an endless contest for power that often brought assassinations, and civil wars. Generals, senators, emperors—driven by ego and greed—fought each other while the empire—and the people—bled.

Taxes rose. Inflation spread. Slave labor smothered innovation. Trade stagnated. Agriculture declined. The rich withdrew to their villas while the poor grew underemployed and restless.

Romans lost their edge. Luxury replaced duty. Comfort replaced discipline. The state became weak, distrusted, divided. And while Rome turned on itself, its enemies grew stronger. Alone, none could match the empire—but together, they forged alliances and synergies never seen before.

When Rome fell, it was not just the patrician who suffered, nor the plebeian. No one was spared.

It is said that history does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.. If you cannot hear the rhyme today, you are not listening.

“E pluribus unum”—Out of many, one. That is the true motto of the United States. We are all in the same boat. And if you believe some do not belong, if you think you will be safer by casting them overboard, you will meet them again—at the bottom—when the whole vessel sinks.