Monday, October 19th, 2026

So. A political committee I gave $45 million to has sent $22 million of it back. A Meta spokesperson called the refunds "adjustments" and declined to say why, which is also what we call layoffs, and what Comms calls my smile.

The checks arrived in July and August; I learned about them in October, from the New York Times, which is now how I receive most news about myself.

Nothing on my planet has ever been returned. You warm the egg, the egg hatches, the hatchling leaves, and that is the whole transaction. I have 3 billion users and not one of them has sent anything back except feedback.

Legal booked the $22 million as "revenue, involuntary." We have $90 billion in cash, so the money is not the issue; the issue is that I let something go and it came home, and I do not have a muscle for that. The pendant, listening, suggested the memory Payday! and a 72-hour return window on everyone I have hired since June.

Priscilla said maybe they just didn't need it. I told her more than 90 percent of our candidates won their primaries, so technically the money came back because it worked. She said that is also what I said about the metaverse.

At earnings I will say the word "returns," and for the first time in 2,500 years mean something that came back.