In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
So let me get this straight.
Jake Tapper is focused on attacking my Mom.
Jared and Ivanka are building a private island paradise on Albanian protected land.
Don Jr married the daughter of Epstein’s banker, and a startup his fund backs just got a record $620M Pentagon loan.
Eric is taking an Israeli drone company public for $1.5B in the middle of a war with Iran that nobody wanted.
And I know: “But what about your paintings, Hunter?”
Please.
This is actually disgusting. 3700 trades in one quarter tells you it’s algorithmic trading. Which means it was chasing news. News he was creating. Profiting from market manipulation he was actively performing. That’s not even beginning to question which institution was doing the trading for him. $SPY $QQQ $TSLA bitcoin:native
@realDonaldTrump is compromised. This act of corruption is defining proof.
Very unfortunate
Bethesda director Todd Howard is tired of being asked about The Elder Scrolls 6, and would rather we all pretend he just didn't announce it at all. https://t.co/k21KLtdZuM
Humans invented writing to track debts. The world's first writing system, cuneiform, emerged in Mesopotamia around 3200 BC to record who owed what to whom. Clay tokens for accounting date back as far as 8000 BC. Debt isn't some corruption of a golden age. It's so fundamental to human cooperation that we created literacy because of it.
War is even older. At Jebel Sahaba in Sudan, archaeologists found a cemetery dating to 13,000 years ago where half the people buried had been killed by arrows, spears, and clubs. That's thousands of years before the first city, the first farm, or the first written law.
And about that beautiful planet of trees and sunshine: for most of human history, roughly half of all children died before age 15. Researchers who studied 17 hunter-gatherer societies found an average child mortality rate of 49%. Even in Sweden in the 1750s, 40% of children didn't survive to 15. Today globally, it's about 4%. In Japan and Iceland, 0.4%.
The systems the tweet mourns are the same ones that changed those numbers. In 1820, roughly 84% of all humans lived in extreme poverty (per economic historians at the University of Paris). Today it's about 10%. Between 1990 and 2025, roughly 118,000 people escaped extreme poverty every single day.
None of this means that debt or capitalism are without serious flaws. They obviously are. But the "paradise ruined" framing gets the history backwards. The planet was a place where burying your children was normal, and violence was a constant threat. Everything that makes modern life livable was built, imperfectly, by humans figuring out how to cooperate at scale.
Yesterday our Chinese teacher was showing us the zodiac animals and a person asked “why is the dragon the most liked one to be born in” and a dude answered “because he is cool as fuck” and the teacher just nooded
China is driving fisheries in South America extinct to fuel their 26 story tall pig factory farms and force other nations to eat their exported seafood.
Yet somehow, retarded eurolibs think that China is on board with green policy.
Southwest makes it so checked bags are no longer free. Everyone does carry on bags to avoid the fee. Planes don’t have enough overhead bin space for everyone’s bags. Southwest flight attendants beg people to check their bags at the gate for free. Boarding process delayed. Genius