Something I realized when I became a parent is there's a window of time when your parents are healthy, your kids are little, and everyone gets to experience multiple generations of family spending time together. Cherish this time and don’t take a single moment of it for granted.
Hello again.
We’re currently in Clemson, South Carolina. I’ve decided to come back here to document the final part of our road trip.
The main reason I deactivated my account two weeks ago was that things became increasingly toxic. For some people, it’s unfortunately unfathomable that a good story can exist without some kind of hidden agenda behind it. There was even a Reddit group going through my entire account trying to find anything they could use to reveal my identity.
I know this was only a small percentage of people, but after a while it became exhausting. During the last two weeks, I received so many kind messages on Instagram, and they really made me realize how many people genuinely enjoyed following the trip. Some people even told me that their grandparents regularly ask them, “What are the Germans up to today?” I think that’s really cool.
I decided to continue because I realized that the overwhelming majority of people loved following along. A small group of very loud people shouldn’t be able to ruin something that brought so many others joy.
I also want to clear something up, as people who follow me on Instagram already know.
I’ve been to the United States before. This is not my first visit, and I’ve never claimed that it was. The last time I was here was in January 2022, when I visited New York and Philadelphia.
A lot of people shared my Raising Cane’s post from November 2025 to make it look like I was secretly American. That post wasn’t from the United States, it was from my trip to Saudi Arabia.
This is my first time back in the U.S. in more than four years, and apart from Boston, I’d never visited any of the places we’ve been to on this trip before. That’s probably why many people assumed it was our first time in America, because for all of these places, it actually was.
And let me tell you, Ohio and Alabama are very different from New York City or Los Angeles.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Thanks for reading.
2am kick off, the Azteca, Bellingham and Kane, 10 men, Burn heading a million crosses away, Wonderwall, Kane’s interview, Henderson breaking his arm in the celebrations.
In twenty years, we’re probably looking back on this as the most iconic England match ever.
Two hundred and fifty years ago today, fifty-six men signed their own death warrants.
That is not a metaphor.
Putting your name to the Declaration of Independence was treason against the Crown.
The penalty for treason was the rope.
Every man who signed knew that if the revolution failed, his signature was the evidence that would hang him.
They signed anyway.
These were not desperate men with nothing to lose.
They were lawyers, merchants, planters, and physicians.
Men with land, money, families, and comfortable lives.
They had everything to lose, and they wrote their names down anyway, in ink, where the King could read every one.
Then the war came for them.
Richard Stockton of New Jersey was dragged from his home and thrown in a British prison.
He came out with his health broken and never truly recovered.
Carter Braxton of Virginia watched the British navy sweep his ships from the sea, and much of his fortune went with them.
John Hart was driven from the bedside of his dying wife.
His fields were burned, his mill destroyed, his children scattered into hiding.
He spent more than a year sleeping in forests and caves while soldiers hunted him.
He came home to a fresh grave and an empty house.
That was the cost.
Not a slogan. Not a parade. The actual price, paid by actual men, with their homes and their families and their names.
They closed that document with a single line.
They pledged to each other their Lives, their Fortunes, and their sacred Honor.
And every one of them was asked to make good on all three.
Two hundred and fifty years later, we are still free because they were not afraid.
Happy Independence Day.
Spend it like it was expensive.
Because it was.
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I love living in a country where regardless of your race, religion,or social status, if I can make you smile while talking shit to you, we can be friends!
On America’s 250th, remember that you are descended from an insanely ambitious person who left behind comfort, friends, and family to seek out a better life in a new world.
Do something equally insane and ambitious with your life to honor them.
"The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army. Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us only the choice of brave resistance, or the most abject submission. We have, therefore, to resolve to conquer or die.”
- George Washington, July 2, 1776
There’s really nothing like this tournament.
Impossible to replicate.
Players who play in the German 3rd division are scoring generational bangers against one of the GOATs and defending world champs.
Running into the stands to hug their girl.
I have an ancestor who served in the Continental Army. One summer as a kid, we took a family vacay that happened to be within driving distance of his grave. My dad and I went to see it, out of principle. The Daughters of the American Revolution still put a flag on it, every year