My newly restored driver's license. My current older one is expiring in October this year.
I went full MAGA and got the Star license, which will allow me to fly in the future if I want and I can rent a car with my newly acquired credential.
It has not started yet, but after May, 2025 (if memory serves), no one without the new ID will be able to board a commercial airline or many of the other things taken for granted as Free Americans. (Thank you Herr Trumpskisteinenheimer and associates)
Even opening a new bank account will be restricted to those with "proper" ID.
I have done so just about six months back, since I was selling off molybdenum stocks then and needed a secure new place for those dividends to land from foreign investments. Hoops are lowered with the new ID standard.
Anyway, I can prove that I am an upstanding citizen with all my proper papers in order, in the face of any Nazi liberal government official I encounter.
Most disturbing to me is the new picture.
Except for the, half a foot past shoulder, length hair and the horse hand measure past my collarbone of my wild beard, I look almost exactly like my mother's father as I remember him just before his death.
My grandfather (all German on that side of the family) was a hard man and a binge drinker. Sober for most of the time, but would disappear into an alcohol coma for a week or so every few months. Hard worker when sober and expected all to keep up with him. Tough for anyone to keep up. A very hard man to deal with.
I loved him dearly! I learned so much in the short time I knew him! He died when I was eighteen years old.
I look almost exactly like him with my age showing so strongly.
Kind of glad I quit using alcohol about ten or twelve years ago. Can't remember exactly when, but that's not the point. The point is, as much as I look like him, I am not the same as he was.
