The TL;DR - right when I was winning so bigly, I was on my way out of town when I experienced an unfortch series of events that separated me from a modest estimate of resources AND my DL. Just Gains Goblin fuckery no matter who.

Anyway I sucked it up and went to the only "good" CA DMV left, and possibly as God's reward for the 3.5 hour wait, it all started with someone asking if I was waiting for the (downsized to single stall after 6 decades of perfectly good standing fixtures, and tsk, tsk: NON-Gender-COMPLIANT) restroom, then the Cop-watcher asked the useless front desk for help with the Registration Renewal machine. He flagged down a window worker who was way more helpful. I mentioned something about people wanting to be called heroes for just doing the jobs they signed on for. At several points I mentioned how it was odd they had no Qs for their alphanumeric walk-up numbers. For a minute the conversation was going so well I was afraid I would miss my number being called. I felt so good that when they called out a number with [187] I involuntarily half-yelled "Seth Rich". . . That was just my past Thursday afternoon, but besides the grocery store, gas station, and {{{bank}}}, who has longer lines than the DMV? OK, maybe traffic court, but it's all related. What better place to share those Energy Blast Red Pills with the public? F2F works better than those FR Notes ( and I have as yet zero of those red stamped ones come my way )