I'll never understand the Elon hate outside of pure jealousy.......
I recently hosted an 18 person men's retreat.
Guys from all over the world off X met up in real life. It was awesome!
One man @rdsanchezjr the last night started tearing up about a brutal legal battle he endured during PEAK WOKE ERA.
He was wrongfully fired from a job he loved after 28 years of service with ZERO problems prior.
He didn't bend the knee, stood on his morals & principles & was fired for it.
He said,
"ELON MUSK gave me my life back."
Elon quietly paid for attorneys, helped him fight, & got him reinstated!!
No publicity.
No big thing.
Most billionaires are on yachts with models lecturing us about climate change.
Elon Musk fights fraud, corruption, saved free speech, does more for green energy than anyone, sends rockets into space & brings them back in one piece, is giving the world internet access, & somehow even helps the little guys in legal battles.
@ZubyMusic was at the retreat & messaged Elon a thank you with @rdsanchezjr & he even quickly responds back he's glad he could help.
Maybe, instead of everyone always whining about how the algo doesn't serve them or this or that.....
Just say thank you to the world's richest guy that constantly fights for humanity.
Thank you @elonmusk 🙏❤️
Can’t believe we are looking at a huge population of COVID-19 vaccinated Americans now at increased risk of cancer—probably for the rest of their lives. @OutLoudNews@MalcolmOutLoud
As a lesbian woman, I fucking hate Pride Month with every fiber of my being.
It makes us look like absolute shit.
The entire LGB has been hijacked by groomers, men in cheap wigs with toilet-paper tits, freaks duct-taping their peanuts to their asses, pedophiles, fetish weirdos and every other kind of gross filth parading down the street.
Real gay, lesbian, and bisexual people want NOTHING to do with this circus.
We just want to be left the fuck alone.The LGB community condemns these degenerates and every organization pandering to them.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 🖕
NO white person alive today owned slaves. Teach your kids that.
NO black person alive today was born a slave. Teach your kids that.
Not all white people owned slaves back then. Teach your kids that.
Millions of white people fought and died to end slavery. Teach your kids that.
People should not inherit guilt from their ancestors. Teach your kids that.
People should not inherit victimhood from their ancestors. Teach your kids that.
You are responsible for your own actions, not the actions of people who lived 200 years ago. Teach your kids that.
America is not perfect, but it is not uniquely evil. Teach your kids that.
The West is responsible for some of humanity's greatest advances in freedom, science, medicine, and prosperity. Teach your kids that.
Loving your country is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Wanting secure borders is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Wanting safe communities is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Wanting merit over quotas is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Questioning political narratives is not racism. Teach your kids that.
People should be judged by their character, not their skin color. Teach your kids that.
History should be taught honestly, not used as a weapon. Teach your kids that.
A nation that teaches its children to hate their heritage will not survive. Teach your kids that.
Your country is your home. Protecting it is not something to be ashamed of. Teach your kids that.
You do not owe an apology for being born. Teach your kids that.
Never let fear of being called names stop you from speaking the truth as you see it. Teach your kids that.
Taken from Facebook:
Kelly Hatchard
“To me, Henry wasn't a headline or a court case. He was my best friends funny, caring, cheeky son. Henry had a way of making people smile without even trying. He had so much life ahead of him, so many plans, and so much love to give. When Henry was just a baby, Lucy gave me the honour of being his godmother. Our kids, like us shared their childhood. Henry's loved ones were just normal people and we were enjoying watching our kids grow into adults, naively taking for granted that we would see all the wonderful things that life had to offer them.
On December 5th 2025, when the news broke, life as we knew it stopped.
My focus in what I want to say will always be Henry and Henry's family.
But, nothing I could ever say would come close to explaining the pain of losing Henry. But alongside the heartbreak of losing Henry has been the pain of watching one of the kindest families I have ever known have their entire world torn apart.
I was lucky enough to grow up with the family of my best friends Lucy (Henry's Mum) and Katie (Henry's aunty). The family make everyone feel welcome. Their home is filled with kindness, warmth and laughter. No matter what life throws at them they always find a way to bring light to those around them. They are generous with their time, compassionate in their hearts, and the sort of people who make others feel like family too, including me and then my children. Their laughter is infectious, their support unwavering, and their love for one another shines through in everything they do.
My heart is broken for them, a very large part of them died on the day that monster chose to rip Henry from their lives. Yet even through their darkest days they continued to be the wonderful people that they are. Their focus during these dark times was to shine a light on and raise money for the charity that has helped them.
Then, 6 months after Henry's death, the heart ache continued as they had to face the trial. Being subjected to sit in a room with the monster who brutally murdered their son and watch the lies spill so easily from his mouth. A man who has not once showed an an ounce of remorse for what he did. They endured a living nightmare.
Thinking that things could not possibly get worse, in the last few weeks they have learned that the very institution that is there to protect us not only ignored Henry's plea for help, but they sided with the monster who put him on the ground .
Henry's family learned that his last moments were not only spent so afraid of the monster who attacked him but he was then wronged and let down by the police officer who I have no doubt, Henry assumed was there to help him.
That police officer handcuffed Henry and read him his rights. The last thing my best friend's beautiful boy heard before we lost him forever.
This image, we will never ever be able to erase from our minds. Family, friends and now the world, will have seen that image and we all have to live with it forever.
Shame on the monster who took you, shame on the police officer who should have helped you and shame on the organisation that trained the police officer to side with an incorrect racist slur over a dying young man. Shame on you all!!
You treated a loving caring intelligent hardworking young man, with such disregard and disrespect. You treated Henry's family, such good people, with such dishonesty! The lies have been inforgivable !! HOW DARE YOU.
Henry deserved so much more from this life. Henry and his family have been let down so badly.
THIS COULD HAPPEN AGAIN TO ANYONE, ANYONE'S CHILD.
This has to stop now.
Henry we will fight until the end for you. The world will know your name. You changed our lives for the better for being a part of it, I believe you will now go on to change the lives of others by the legacy you will leave.
God bless you my darling 💙”
Czytam sobie o sikhach i ich, wprowadzonym w 1699r, religijnym obowiązku noszenia kirpanów (ceremonialnych mieczy), który to religijny obowiązek jest szanowany/uznawany na całym Zachodzie, w tym w Polsce.
Uważam, że katolicy powinni mieć religijny obowiązek noszenia dwuręcznych mieczy, na podstawie wezwania papieża Urbana II na soborze w Clermont w 1095.
Here is the exact endocrinology behind why your hunger magically disappears if you ignore it. 👇
• Most people think hunger is a continuous signal that keeps rising indefinitely until you finally eat. It isn't.
The primary hunger hormone is Ghrelin. It is highly pulsatile and conditioned to your habitual meal times. When your usual lunchtime hits, Ghrelin spikes, stimulating the hypothalamus to trigger an intense urge to eat.
• But if you skip the meal? That Ghrelin wave doesn't keep climbing. It naturally crashes on its own within an hour or two.
Simultaneously, as your blood glucose dips, your body senses a fasting state and unleashes counter-regulatory hormones: Glucagon, Cortisol, and Epinephrine.
• Glucagon immediately goes to work on your liver, triggering glycogenolysis breaking down stored glycogen and dumping free glucose directly into your bloodstream.
• Your brain detects this newly stabilized blood sugar. Combined with the faded Ghrelin pulse, the hypothalamus completely shuts off the intense hunger drive.
• You actually didn't magically stop needing calories. Your body just realized that external food wasn't coming, so it decided to eat your liver's glycogen stores instead.
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Brown rice is what you order when you want the waiter to know you have made peace with joylessness in exchange for health points. The arsenic is the twist nobody puts on the menu.
Rice has a problem unique among grains. It grows in flooded paddies, sitting in standing water for months, and it draws arsenic out of the soil roughly ten times more eagerly than wheat or barley. That arsenic concentrates in the bran, the grain's outer layer. White rice has the bran polished off. Brown rice keeps it, because the bran is where the fibre and minerals live. It is also, inconveniently, where the arsenic lives.
A 2025 analysis found brown rice carries around 24% more total arsenic and 40% more inorganic arsenic, the form classed as a known human carcinogen, than white. You upgraded to the wholegrain and quietly upgraded your carcinogen dose along with it.
Then the ecology, which nobody ever pins on rice, because rice looks so very innocent. Those flooded paddies are anaerobic, and the microbes thriving in them belch methane on an industrial scale. Rice cultivation produces something like 10% of all human methane emissions and roughly a fifth of agricultural methane. Cattle get filmed for documentaries about their burps. Rice quietly produces a tenth of the world's methane while flooding entire landscapes and hoarding arsenic, then takes its place in the salad bar wearing a wellness halo.
Cows are dragged through the climate courts every week. The rice paddy, doing serious damage of its own, sits in your grain bowl with the expression of something that has never done anything wrong in its life. Curious, isn't it, which foods we decide to interrogate.
Send the video to everyone you know showing how heinously Nowak was treated by the police in his dying moments and how the police cravenly kowtowed to his murderer.
Legacy mainstream media, same ones who wrote about George Floyd millions of times, are dead silent about Nowak.
On the Tibetan plateau, three to five thousand metres up, there is a line above which the air thins, the cold turns murderous, and every crop a human has ever sown simply gives up and dies. A lowlander dropped there without warning would be gasping within the hour. Below the line, a little barley clings on. Above it, across the entire roof of the world, one animal reigns.
The yak. A miracle of engineering that no laboratory could design and no factory could ever build.
Start with the body. It carries a heart around three times the size, for its frame, of a lowland cow's, with lungs to match. Its blood runs thick with red cells and grips oxygen far more tightly than yours, hauling enough of it out of air that holds barely half what you are breathing right now. Its lungs refuse to clamp shut in the thin atmosphere the way an ordinary animal's would, sparing it the fluid and the heart failure that kill lowland cattle dragged up too high. It is sealed inside a shaggy double coat over a dense woolly down, shrugging off forty below as a minor inconvenience, because it scarcely sweats and scarcely needs to. Millions of years of evolution went into an animal that treats the most lethal inhabited ground on earth as home turf.
Now watch what it does with all that. It walks out onto a landscape that offers a human being precisely nothing, crops the sparse, frozen, good-for-nothing grass that grows where value goes to die, and converts it, inside the four-chambered furnace of its gut, into the entire material foundation of a civilisation.
Milk so rich it is churned into butter that lights the lamps of every monastery and is folded into the tea that keeps a body alive against the wind. Meat, dried iron-hard in the cold to carry a household through a six-month winter. A fine, warm down spun into the clothes on their backs and the black tents over their heads, and a coarse outer hair twisted into the ropes that lash the whole thing down. Hide for leather and for boats. Bone for tools. And dung, dried into bricks, the one and only fuel for heat and cooking in a world with no wood left to burn. For thousands of miles it was the engine too, the single animal strong and sure-footed enough to haul a loaded caravan over passes that sit higher than the summit of Mont Blanc.
One animal. Food, fuel, clothing, shelter, fire, transport, and trade, drawn out of frozen grass at an altitude that would put you flat on your back in a hospital. Fourteen million of them still hold up the lives of dozens of mountain peoples today.
So take the yak off the plateau and be honest about what remains. A corpse-cold silence where no human has any business standing, and a grass nobody can eat rotting back into the permafrost. There is no vegan Tibet, and there never could have been one. The grass up there is poison to your gut, and the magnificent, grunting, oversized-hearted creature that turns it into life is the only reason a single soul has ever drawn breath on the roof of the world.
The mountain sets the cruellest terms on earth. The yak meets every last one of them, and then carries an entire people across the top of the planet on its back.
Take an ibuprofen and your toes get just as much of it as your skull does. About 20 minutes after you swallow it, it's in every drop of blood you have, head to foot, all at once. It never homes in on the sore spot. It can't. Pain isn't a thing a pill can chase.
When you bang your knee, the bruise itself is only a small slice of the hurt. Your body rushes a chemical to the spot, and that chemical cranks your nerve endings up to full volume. Suddenly a sock, a breeze, the weight of a blanket, any of it can light those nerves up like you're being stabbed. The damage is small. The screaming is mostly chemical.
Ibuprofen jams the tiny machine in your cells that pumps that chemical out. Doctors call the machine COX and the chemical a prostaglandin, but the names barely matter. With the machine jammed, the chemical level drops, the nerves climb down off the ceiling, and the throbbing fades. The pill does this everywhere your blood goes, the sore knee and the bored elbow getting an identical dose.
That same all-over reach is why ibuprofen can wreck your stomach. The machine it jams to quiet your headache is the same machine that keeps a thin layer of slime coating your stomach wall. Jam it for the headache and you jam it for the slime too. The pill has no way to tell your aching head apart from the lining that keeps acid off your gut.
And it was never meant for headaches in the first place. A pharmacist named Stewart Adams spent about ten years at a company called Boots, starting in the 1950s, trying to build something gentler than aspirin for people wrecked by arthritis. He tried the first doses on himself. The famous one came the morning he woke up hungover before a speech, swallowed 600 milligrams, three normal tablets, and felt good enough to walk on stage. He paid the one pound fee to patent it out of his own pocket, never claimed the money back, and earned nothing from one of the most common painkillers on earth. A very particular kind of bad luck.
So picture the swordsman in that clip arriving in every part of your body at the same instant, with no enemy to find and nowhere to march. He just spends his few hours quietly turning the volume down on every nerve he drifts past, including the ones that were trying to keep your stomach in one piece.
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Georges St-Pierre achieved remission from ulcerative colitis with fasting.
Diagnosed and on heavy medication with little improvement, he started intermittent fasting (16:8) and moved to prolonged water fasts (up to 4 days). Within weeks, his symptoms vanished and he was able to stop the medication completely.
Clinical research shows fasting can significantly reduce gut inflammation and induce remission in some ulcerative colitis patients by lowering inflammatory markers and promoting autophagy.
Hearing one of the greatest fighters of all time talk openly about using fasting as a serious tool is eye-opening.
When standard treatments fall short, simple, evidence-based approaches like fasting (always under medical guidance) can sometimes offer real hope.
Have you ever tried fasting for health reasons?
Good rainy morning from Arlington National Cemetery.
Specifically, the final resting place of your hero husband Staff Sgt. Alan Shaw.
His grave now has some fresh roses placed in front of it, alongside two American flags, a reminder that Americans truly appreciate his sacrifice.
God bless you and your family on this Memorial Day 🙏🏻🇺🇸
For Memorial Day, do yourself a favor and take three minutes of your time to listen to this Civil War letter from Maj. Sullivan Ballou to his wife.
I just started re-watching the Ken Burns series, which debuted in 1990 to a record-breaking audience of 40 million, for the first time since it originally aired.
While I had forgotten all of the specifics of the show over the years, I NEVER forgot this letter or this moment, which closed the first episode.
Burns kept a copy of the letter in his wallet for 25 years.
In February 2025, American beekeepers lost roughly 60% of their commercial honeybee colonies in a single pollination season. The largest die-off ever recorded. Most of those colonies were trucked to California, to pollinate the almonds being sold to you as the ethical, plant-based alternative.
Why bees are in trouble, chronologically.
Organochlorines, 1940s onwards. DDT and lindane. Banned in most developed nations between the 1970s and 1990s.
Organophosphates, 1950s onwards. Marginally less persistent than organochlorines, acutely toxic to bees on contact. Still in use.
Synthetic pyrethroids, 1970s onwards. Highly toxic to bees but break down in sunlight. Theoretically manageable with timing.
Neonicotinoids, 1990s onwards. Systemic. Present in pollen and nectar. Sublethal effects on navigation and immune function. Heavily implicated in colony collapse.
Sulfoxaflor and related new chemistries, 2010s onwards. Marketed as the bee-safer alternative to neonicotinoids. Available evidence suggests roughly the same mechanism with slightly different timing.
Glyphosate, 1974 onwards. Not acutely toxic to adult bees. Disrupts the bee gut microbiome, weakening the colony's defence against pathogens. The hive, in effect, loses its immune system.
Fungicides, ongoing. Previously thought safe. Increasingly implicated in larval mortality, particularly when applied during bloom in almond orchards.
A bee in a 1950s European meadow met roughly none of these. A bee in a 2026 California almond orchard meets several of them simultaneously, during the most metabolically demanding three weeks of its life.
The almond industry is the largest single user of commercial pollination services on earth. The almond industry is also, by direct consequence, the largest single source of bee mortality on earth.
A British grass-fed cow has not killed a bee. She has, in fact, raised the local population. The wildflowers in her pasture exist because she grazes them, and those flowers are where the bee is fed.
The pollinator-collapse story has been pinned on the wrong species. The cow is feeding the bee. The almond is feeding the receipt.
The ice cream isle has changed in America
Nearly the entire isle has changed their labels to no longer say ice cream and instead say “Frozen dairy dessert”
Even the most popular ice cream we’ve been trained to think is good. Now has changed labels
This is due to to strict FDA regulations on what can legally be called “ice cream.”
FDA Legal Definition of Ice Cream must meet these minimum standards:
- At least 10% milkfat (from real cream/dairy).
- Minimum levels of total milk solids.
- No more than 100% overrun (air whipped into the mix (more air = lighter, cheaper product)
- Minimum weight per gallon at least 4.5 lbs
If a product falls short on fat, solids, or has too much air, vegetable oils, more stabilizers or gums it cannot legally be called ice cream.
It must be labeled something else, most commonly “Frozen Dairy Dessert.”
Companies like Breyers, Dreyer’s, Turkey Hill, and others have quietly reformulated most of their popular flavors over the years to use less real cream, more cheap fillers, emulsifiers, vegetable oils, and extra air
Not everyone sold out, these brands you can still legally call ice cream:
- Häagen-Dazs
- Ben & Jerry’s
- Blue Bell
- Graeter’s
- Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams