Reporter: "No F-bombs please."
Corentin Moutet: "Fuck fuck fuck."
Reporter: "I'm gonna ask you one more question so please keep it clean, okay?"
Corentin Moutet: "Fuck fuck fuck."
Lara Logan just broke down a pattern that hits different once you see it.
They keep creating problems that can never actually be solved: racism that’s “unconscious,” masculinity as inherently toxic, CO2 as the enemy even though we breathe it out, and differences turned into permanent grievances.
The goal? Issues without end. Skin color can’t change. Breathing can’t stop. Masculine instinct doesn’t vanish. So the problems stay… and so does the control.
It’s not about fixing anything. It’s about keeping the fight alive so we stay divided and easier to manage.
Once you spot the tactic, everything gets clearer.
What “unsolvable problem” have you noticed getting pushed the hardest lately?
Kinda crazy that the most patriotic thing that has happened this year for the 250th is having people from all over the world discover how great America is.
BREAKING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ @K2simon2 has hit the REVERSE card and flipped his commitment to Tennessee. He details why he chose to stay home with @Volquest_On3 ⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️
https://t.co/Zip5aSiJTX
In 2022 Jen Psaki was asked about claims that we were operating biolabs in Ukraine. She denied the existence of "bioweapons" programs and then called the whole thing Russian disinformation.
Today, I’m releasing never before seen intelligence revealing new evidence of past US government funding for more than 120 biolabs in over 30 countries, including Ukraine.
In support of President Trump‘s Executive Order to end federal funding of dangerous gain of function research around the world, and increase transparency and accountability, ODNI will continue working with partners across the Administration to identify where these labs are, what pathogens they contain, and what “research” is being conducted.
https://t.co/pLMD0krc69
Let me explain why I think Freddy resonates.
Lots of Europeans visit the USA as tourists. They visit New York City, or Washington DC, or Hollywood, or Las Vegas, and if they visit natural beauty too, they go to really crowded places like the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone.
So while they see our cultural and natural icons, they are mostly in blue cities and they therefore also see the decline, the homeless, the drugs, the dirt and the rude, rude Americans.
But Freddy is not doing that. Freddy is driving, and he’s doing it through the heartland, where people are kind and polite, the skies are wide open, and the bounty of Buc-ees and Bass Pro Shops are overwhelming.
Freddy is not seeing fentanyl and decline.
He is seeing the real, hopeful, patriotic, kind America that European tourists rarely traverse.
And he loves it.
That’s why Freddy is a phenomenon.
The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
It’s been fascinating to watch Europeans run around America while here for the World Cup.
They’re eating Texas barbecue, and touring state parks, like it’s a lifelong dream.
And we take it all for granted.
Americans spend so much time arguing with each other, that we forget how inspiring this country is.
Probably by design.
The most surreal thing of our trip so far. Currently driving towards Louisiana and the radio station we were listening to started talking about our trip and played Ella Langley especially for us😭😭😭
In Grassy Cove, TN, a creek runs into the mouth of a large cave.
14 miles away, the water comes out. In the 70s they put dye in the water to confirm that it exited at “the Head of Sequatchie.” It took 11 days for the dye to come through.
The farthest anyone has been in the cave is 1.5 miles (as far as I know). I’ve ventured about a half a mile into the otherworldly tunnel the creek falls into.
Only God and some blind newts know what secrets are kept in the deep recesses under the Crab Orchard Mountains.
A Child’s Journey With Their Father
5 years old - "Dad can fix anything!"
7 years old - "Dad is the strongest man I know."
10 years old - "Maybe Dad doesn't know everything?"
12 years old - "Dad doesn't understand my feelings."
14 years old - "Dad is so strict!"
16 years old - "Dad doesn't get my world."
18 years old - "Dad worries too much about me."
22 years old - "Dad is too old-school."
25 years old - "Maybe Dad was right about some things."
30 years old - "I should ask Dad what he would do."
35 years old - "Now I understand what Dad meant."
40 years old - "How did Dad stay strong through everything?"
50 years old - "I wish I could sit with Dad one more time."
One day, you'll realize - he wasn't being overprotective. He was preparing you for a world he didn't fully trust.