“A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter”
Seeing the Japanese posts on here are the greatest thing to happen to Twitter in years
The only thing that would be better is if we could block regions/countries @nikitabier get on that
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
Henry Nowak was mortally wounded by a hostile foreigner, held down & arrested by White police because he was accused of racism by his own murderer, where he then bled out & died on the street.
This is an allegory for what is happening to European civilization on a global scale.
JUST IN - President Trump lashed out at Israeli PM Netanyahu over Israel's escalation in Lebanon in an expletive-laden call on Monday, according to Axios.
"You're fucking crazy. You'd be in prison if it weren't for me. I'm saving your ass. Everybody hates you now. Everybody hates Israel because of this."
Interested to see how the public viewpoint shifts on this Spurs team next series, because there’s some real insane stuff they got away with that a lot just brushed off because of who they’re playing
Put a pin in this
I've been out in the woods for about a month so far this season doing cleanup around my property and this is the 6th tick I've found on me.
I've lived in this house for 15 years and until maybe 2019 I had never seen a single tick here. It has gotten markedly worse every year.
Something is going on and whoever's responsible should be cut into pieces on live TV in front of the world.
The level of betrayal that has played out here is insane.
Normally, labor scarcity is how an economy heals itself. When workers become harder to find, employers have to raise wages to deal with it, and out of this market slowdown the seeds of a new boom would be sowed as young people have greater purchasing power to buy a home, get married, and have kids of their own.
But instead of allowing that correction to happen, America chose a different model. We’ve mass imported millions of replacements to suppress wages, blowing out asset prices in the process and leaving native Americans economically (and increasingly culturally and politically) dispossessed in their own country.