Canon Manley

It seems like time since November 2016 has stretched on for a few decades, no?

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@mikerainey82 When one fucketh around, one findith out
- Bill Shakespeare

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@MrSausageGet @grok is this AI slop?

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@GaryPetersonUSA @grok is this AI slop?

[Asian Mum Riot @asianmomriot]

@GaryPetersonUSA That's not Donald Trump...

That's Nathan Lane.

[Canon Manley @CanonManley]

@GaryPetersonUSA Is that Nathan Lane in a Trump wig?

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@WhiteHouse Being anti-woke at the expense of being thoughtful. The lights are on, but nobody’s home!!! Do better.

[Canon Manley @CanonManley]

@gardnerakayla @POTUS What a rotten individual. Truly sick and twisted. Shocking that he was elected to be our leader.

[Aaron Rupar @atrupar]

30 percent of Americans are against [squints at notes] the Pope urging peace

[Canon Manley @CanonManley]

@WhiteHouse “Thou shall not take the Lords name in vain.”

I’m pretty sure YOUR presidency exemplifies the violation of this commandment.

[Ancient History Hub @AncientHistorry]

In 458 BC, Rome was on the brink of collapse.

An invading army had trapped the Roman consul and his legion in a mountain pass. Panic spread through the city. The Senate did the only thing they could think of:

They sent messengers to find a 60-year-old farmer plowing his field.

His name was Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus. He had once been a senator, then lost his fortune paying his son's bail. Now he worked his own four-acre plot just to feed his family.

When the Senate's envoys arrived, they found him sweating behind a plow. They asked him to put on his toga so they could deliver an official message.

The message: Rome was making him dictator. Absolute power. Total command of the army. No checks. No oversight. No term limit.

He accepted.

Within 16 days, Cincinnatus had raised an army, marched out, surrounded the enemy, and forced their surrender. The republic was saved.

He had legal authority to rule for six months. He could have stayed. He could have expanded his power. He could have done what every other ruler in human history did when handed unlimited control.

Instead, he resigned on day 16.

He took off the toga, walked back to his farm, and finished plowing the field he'd left half-done.

Twenty years later, when Rome faced another crisis, they called him back. He was 80 years old. He took command, crushed the conspiracy, and resigned again, this time after just 21 days.

He died poor. On his farm.

2,200 years later, when George Washington was offered a kingship after winning the American Revolution, he refused and went home to Mount Vernon. The reason he was hailed as "the American Cincinnatus" is because Europeans literally could not believe a man who had won would willingly give up power.

King George III, on hearing Washington would resign rather than rule, said: "If he does that, he will be the greatest man in the world."

The lesson isn't that Cincinnatus was humble.

The lesson is that for most of human history, the people most qualified to lead were the ones who didn't want to. And the moment a society starts rewarding those who chase power instead of those who flee from it is the moment the republic begins to die.

Cincinnati, Ohio is named after him.

Most people who live there have no idea why.

[MLB Camera Roll @MLBCameraRoll]

Jorge Soler's monster home run in Game 6 of the 2021 World Series 🚀

[Canon Manley @CanonManley]

@BuddyJnrrr AI slop

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@Acyn No one says that

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@saylordocs Not a single pull-up was done that day

[Brivael Le Pogam @brivael]

Hier soir un mec a essayé de tuer Trump et Vance au White House Correspondents Dinner. Il s'appelle Cole Allen.

En décembre 2023, un compte X anonyme nommé Henry Martinez, photo de profil Pepe, zéro bio, zéro followers, a posté un seul tweet de toute son existence.

Le tweet disait juste "Cole Allen".

Le compte est ensuite resté dormant pendant deux ans et demi. Jusqu'à hier.

Cole Allen a fait un stage au Jet Propulsion Lab de la NASA en 2014. La même année, la NASA publie un papier scientifique. Un des co-auteurs s'appelle Henry Martinez.

Le tweet vient de dépasser 18 millions de vues en quelques heures.

On vit dans une simulation et quelqu'un est en train de spoiler le code source.

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@micheal_ws18 Deadlift

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@JByGodRod Tell her to look at the top three Catcher batting averages right now

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@OleTimeHardball My Braves’ World Series relievers, “The Night Shift”

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.

Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.

For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.

Consider what they were leaving.

A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional memory of not taking one goes back five hundred and fifty-two years.

Then the stories arrive. From sailors. From ship's captains. From merchants returning through Bristol and Plymouth.

The birds come in flocks that darken the sky for three days. Not an afternoon. Three days. Passenger pigeons in numbers later estimated at three to five billion in a single flock, making a sound early settlers compared to the roar of a river that refused to stop. A man with a net could take five hundred in an afternoon. The king of England had no claim on the sky over Massachusetts.

The rivers, the captains said, ran so thick with salmon that the water appeared to boil. The deer walked into camp, looked at the fire, and were shot. The oysters on the Atlantic shore came the size of dinner plates, piled in reefs you could lean over the side of a boat to harvest. Turkeys weighing thirty pounds stood in clearings with the fearlessness of an animal that had never been hunted by anything on two legs. Bison herds on the plains took four hours to cross a ford.

And nobody, crucially, owned any of it.

The father in Devon lies awake that night thinking about the sky going dark for three days. He is also thinking about religious freedom. Theological persecution was real. The Mayflower passenger list included genuine dissenters. That was part of it. It was not, for most of them, the biggest part.

The biggest part was that the animals in the captain's story belonged to nobody, and the family had been watching animals that belonged to somebody else walk past their cottage for twenty generations.

Between 1620 and 1640, roughly 20,000 people made the crossing. By 1700, 250,000. By 1900, fifty million Europeans had crossed, most of them peasants from cultures where meat had been restricted for centuries, most of them arriving within the first generation at a standard of eating their grandparents would not have believed.

A labourer in Pennsylvania in 1750 was eating more meat per week than an English nobleman had eaten in 1450. An Irish emigrant's grandchild in Boston in 1900, whose great-grandmother had starved in 1847 while Irish cattle were shipped past the coffin ships to English markets, was eating steak on a Tuesday and not thinking about it.

At the centre of the great migration was hunger. Specifically, hunger for meat. Enforced since 1066, reinforced by Enclosure for another four hundred years, reinforced by the quiet understanding that the venison belonged to the lord and the pottage belonged to you.

They crossed an ocean because, finally, you could go somewhere the deer walked into camp and the pigeons blocked out the sun and nobody had a legal claim on any of it.

You could eat like a lord without owing a lord anything.

They crossed an ocean for that.

And having got to it, they did not give it back.

[Republicans against Trump @RpsAgainstTrump]

“As of today, I no longer consider myself a Catholic”

Fox News’ Sean Hannity makes it pretty clear: Trump comes before everything, even over his religion.

It’s a cult.