Dennis Praeger's first public speech since he was injury in 2024.

I asked Ai to write a story of the day all of our electronics died. This is what I received

Title: The Day the Screens Went Dark

It was an ordinary Tuesday morning when the world suddenly fell silent. At precisely 8:00 AM, every electronic device across the globe ceased to function. Phones, computers, televisions, and even the most basic appliances went dark, leaving humanity in a state of bewilderment.

In a bustling city, Sarah, a dedicated marketing executive, was preparing for a big presentation. She had spent weeks crafting the perfect pitch, relying heavily on her laptop and projector. As the screen flickered and then went black, panic surged through her. She rushed to her colleagues, only to find them equally disoriented, their digital tools rendered useless. The conference room, once filled with the hum of technology, now echoed with confusion and anxiety.

Meanwhile, across town, Tom, a paramedic, was on his way to a routine shift. His ambulance, equipped with state-of-the-art communication devices, was silent. As he arrived at the station, he found his fellow paramedics grappling with the same issue. Without their radios or GPS systems, they had to rely on their training and instincts to navigate the city. The absence of technology forced them to connect with each other and their patients in a way they hadn’t done in years, fostering a sense of camaraderie and teamwork.

In a nearby school, Ms. Jenkins, a high school science teacher, faced a different challenge. Her classroom, usually filled with interactive displays and digital resources, felt empty. Yet, instead of despair, she saw an opportunity. With no access to screens, she took her students outside, encouraging them to observe the natural world. They discussed the principles of physics while watching birds soar and leaves flutter. The day transformed into a hands-on learning experience, igniting a spark of curiosity that technology often overshadowed.

At a local café, the barista, Leo, found himself in a unique predicament. With the cash register down and no way to process payments, he had to think on his feet. He decided to serve customers on a first-come, first-served basis, allowing them to pay what they could with cash or barter. The café became a hub of community spirit, as strangers struck up conversations and shared stories over coffee. The absence of technology created an atmosphere of connection that had been missing in the fast-paced digital age.

As the day wore on, the initial chaos began to settle into a rhythm. People adapted, finding new ways to communicate, work, and connect. Sarah, instead of giving her presentation, organized a brainstorming session with her colleagues, leading to innovative ideas that had been stifled by reliance on technology. Tom and his team responded to emergencies with renewed vigor, relying on their training and instincts. Ms. Jenkins’ students left the classroom with a deeper appreciation for the world around them, and Leo’s café became a gathering place for community bonding.

By evening, news outlets reported that the global blackout was due to a massive solar flare, and technicians were working around the clock to restore power. But as the sun set, many found themselves reluctant to return to their screens. They had discovered the beauty of human connection, creativity, and the simple joys of life without the constant buzz of technology.

When the electronics finally came back to life, the world was forever changed. People had learned to appreciate the moments that often went unnoticed, and a newfound sense of community blossomed. The day the screens went dark had illuminated the importance of connection, creativity, and the human spirit.

The story of how some use their skills to help others heal from loss from a programmer using Ai to do a tribute song to Charlie Kirk to a graphic artist using her skills to help her her friend honor Charlie Kirk with a artistically rendered coffee cup portrait.

Millions of people were profoundly effected by Charlie Kirk's assassination. Lady Gaga was so overcome when she heard the news that she wrote a tribute song honoring Charlie.

Sarah, a graphic designer used her skills to artistically render a tribute picture of Charlie for the coffee cups at her friends coffee shop.

I think all of us can agree that no man should be killed for expressing his hope for America and sharing hope to a younger generation looking for a hero to be inspired from.

Charlie Kirk opened up the eyes of the whole world. The conservative movement has been reborn because the younger generation have woken up.

The worn leather of the steering wheel felt familiar under Sarah's grip. She adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of her determined eyes. Beside her, the empty passenger seat was a silent testament to her solo mission. Sarah, a graphic designer with an unexpected passion for political commentary, had spent weeks crafting the perfect decal. It wasn't just a sticker; it was a declaration. She wanted to honor Charlie Kirk and his "We Are Charlie Kirk" conservative movement. The vinyl, a deep, resonant blue, bore the stylized logo she’d designed, a bold statement that felt like a rallying cry. She imagined the impact it would have, a quiet but potent symbol of shared values spreading across the nation, one car at a time.

Her destination was a small, unassuming diner on the outskirts of town, a place known for its surprisingly strong coffee and its unassuming clientele. It was here, amidst the clatter of plates and the murmur of conversations, that she’d arranged to meet Mark, a local small business owner who’d echoed her sentiments online. Mark, a staunch believer in fiscal responsibility and individual liberty, saw the "We Are Charlie Kirk" movement as a vital force for positive change. He’d offered his modest garage for Sarah to set up a small station, a place where like-minded individuals could pick up the decals and perhaps share their own stories of engagement. Sarah pulled into the parking lot, the anticipation a tangible hum in the air. This was more than just spreading a message; it was about building community, brick by brick, decal by decal.

As Sarah stepped out, a wave of quiet recognition passed through the few early arrivals. Mark, recognizable by the handshake he’d described, greeted her with a warm smile. He gestured towards a small table laden with the blue decals, each one a miniature banner of belief. Sarah felt a surge of pride. This was it – the beginning of something. The "We Are Charlie Kirk" movement wasn't just a catchy phrase; it was a growing network, individuals like her and Mark, connecting, sharing, and ultimately, honoring the ideals they held dear, one conversation and one decal at a time, a quiet revolution unfolding in the heartland.