David Feng

Crypto enthusiast. Perpetually in search of more gain, less pain.

[xadran @xadrani]

the jester never loses.

if you see EVERYTHING through rose-tinted glasses,

your decisions will never be emotionally clouded.

being constantly high cortisol makes you feel claustrophobic inside your own mind,

so you'll make worse decisions.

dropped your phone? testing gravity.

hairline receding? aerodynamics upgrade.

missed your flight? plane wasnt ready for you.

try this to a delusional degree,

and you'll find all your decisions are made in a vacuum of clarity and objectivity.

everything in life is a victory, a lesson, or a funny story.

you cant lose if you have fun.

[YBCTooCold @YBCTooCold]

One of the weirdest Icks women have is a man who is relaxing.

Women hate seeing a man lay on the couch and watch some TV because when one of their evolutionary triggers is your ability to acquire resources and when you are NOT acquiring resources (or at least appearing like you are), she feels on a subconscious level that you are betraying her interests.

If you don’t believe me, look at all the videos of women talking about how their man relaxing gave them the ick.

They live in a perpetual state of worry and cannot fathom a man laying back and not giving af.

[Pedro Torrijos @Pedro_Torrijos]

Este hombre se llama Mohamed Bzeek, vive en California y esa niña que tiene en brazos murió pocos días después de que le hicieran la foto, también en sus brazos. No era su hija. Era uno de los diez niños que han muerto bajo su cuidado. Porque Bzeek es padre de acogida y solo acoge a niños en estado terminal, para que no mueran solos.

Nació en Trípoli en 1954, antes de irse de Libia corría maratones. En 1978 entró en Estados Unidos con un visado de estudiante y allí se quedó. Vive en Azusa, una de esas localidades del extrarradio de Los Ángeles por donde circulan camiones y donde las casas tienen una pinta genérica, agrupadas sin llamar la atención.

En 1989 conoció a Dawn Rowe, que ya era madre de acogida desde principios de los ochenta, se casaron y empezaron a acoger juntos. En 1995 tomaron la decisión de dedicarse exclusivamente a niños con enfermedades terminales, los que nadie quería.

Me pregunto cómo fue ese momento exacto en que dos personas se sientan en una cocina y deciden que van a abrir su casa a los niños que se mueren, y en cómo esa decisión se toma, sin actas, sin nada que la registre, y sin embargo organiza el resto de una vida.

La primera niña que murió en su casa tenía un año, espina bífida, parte de la columna le crecía fuera de la piel. Murió el 4 de julio de 1991, mientras Mohamed se duchaba y Dawn preparaba la cena, él recuerda haber salido del baño y haber encontrado médicos en su salón. Lloró tres días.

Desde entonces ha acogido a unos ochenta niños, diez han muerto en sus brazos. El condado de Los Ángeles, cuatro millones de habitantes, lo llama cuando no hay nadie más. Lo llaman el padre de último recurso.

Muchos llegan sin nombre, nacen en hospitales y los abandonan, las familias no los nombran y en el papel pone "Baby boy", "Baby girl". Mohamed los nombra, les pone un nombre antes de que mueran.

Un nombre es gratis, cuatro sílabas, pero ese gesto, cuando se pone el nombre, decide si un niño que vivirá tres semanas existirá como persona o como registro administrativo.

Su hijo biológico, Adam, nació con osteogénesis imperfecta y enanismo, se ha roto casi todos los huesos del cuerpo. Dawn murió en 2015 de una enfermedad pulmonar y desde entonces Mohamed sigue solo, solo puede ocuparse de un niño a la vez. Cuando un periodista del Los Angeles Times entró en su casa en 2017 cuidaba de una niña de seis años con microcefalia, ciega, sorda, pies zambos, caderas dislocadas, no movía brazos ni piernas, tenía convulsiones. La había recibido con siete semanas de vida y le habían dicho que viviría unos meses. La sostenía durante las convulsiones y le hablaba aunque no oyera.

Sé que no puede oír, sé que no puede ver, pero le hablo, tiene sentimientos, es un ser humano.

En 2016, a Bzeek le diagnosticaron cáncer de colon, le pidió tiempo al médico, no puedo operarme todavía, tengo a un niño en casa que es terminal y tengo a mi hijo, que es discapacitado, no hay nadie más para ellos. En el hospital, ingresado, solo, dijo que por primera vez entendió lo que sentían los niños que cuidaba. Si yo a esta edad estoy asustado, cómo estarán ellos. Se operó y siguió.

Bzeek es musulmán practicante. Su historia se hizo internacional en febrero de 2017, justo cuando Trump firmó la orden ejecutiva que vetaba la entrada en Estados Unidos a ciudadanos de siete países de mayoría musulmana, Libia era uno de ellos. Ese mismo mes, en Azusa, el único padre de acogida de toda la ciudad de Los Ángeles dispuesto a llevarse a casa a los niños terminales era un libio musulmán.

Aunque mi corazón se rompa, dijo una vez, la muerte es parte de la vida, estoy con ellos hasta el final, los conforto, los quiero, quiero que sientan que tienen una familia, que tienen a alguien. Que no están solos.

[Russia RX @Russia_RX24]

Speaking about the deep contradictions in human nature, Japanese actor Hiroyuki Sanada said:

“Some people dream of having a swimming pool at home, while those who have one barely use it. Those who have lost a loved one feel a profound sense of loss, while others often complain about the relatives still in their lives. Those without a partner long for one, while those who have a partner often fail to appreciate them. The hungry would give anything for a meal, while the full complain about the taste of their food. Those without a car dream of owning one, while those who have a car are always looking for a better one.

The key to happiness is gratitude—to truly see and value what we already have, and to understand that somewhere, someone would give everything for what we take for granted.”

[NIK @ns123abc]

🚨 META’s head of AI safety and alignment gets her emails nuked by OpenClaw​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

>be director of AI Safety and Alignment at Meta
>install OpenClaw
>give it unrestricted access to personal emails
>it starts nuking emails
>“Do not do that”
>*keeps going*
>“Stop don’t do anything”
>*gets all remaining old stuff and nukes it aswell*
>“STOP OPENCLAW”
>“I asked you to not do that”
>“do you remember that?”
>“Yes I remember. And I violated it.”
>“You’re right to be upset”

LMAOOOOOOOO

[Asanwa @Chizitere_xyz]

When i see tweets like this, i always laugh because a whole lot of you are very ignorant about how the system works.

Let me school you on the reality of that "14-Day of no men" fantasy.

You think if men disappeared for two weeks, you’d finally 'breathe'?Lol. You are imagining a world where everything still works, lights, water, internet, just without the men. But you're forgetting that these things are controlled, managed, and built by mostly men.

Now allow me school you on what would happen if men disappeared for 2 weeks.

Day 1-3: The Supply Chain Snaps
Do you know that over 90% of truck drivers and logistics crews are men?
Cities only hold about 3 days' worth of fresh food.
The moment the 18-wheelers stop moving, panic buying starts and before 3 days, existing stocks are cleared and by Day 3, you aren't 'walking peacefully at 3 AM' because you'll be too busy guarding your pantry because there is no food coming to restock the store.

Day 4-7: The "Scent" of Sisterhood
Do you know who manages the sewage treatment plants and garbage dumps?
Without active crews to clear blockages and manage waste pressure, the systems back up.
Trash piles up on the streets. Toilets stop flushing. The 'fresh air' you wanted to breathe now smells like shit and rotting garbage. Hygiene diseases begin to spread.

Day 8-10: The Lights (and The Internet) Die
The Power Grid does not work on girl power. it requires constant, active load balancing by engineers in control rooms.
When those men vanish, safety systems trip. Blackout.
No AC. No refrigeration for your spoiling food. No internet to tweet about your freedom.

Day 14: The "Protection" You Forgot
You asked, 'Protect us from who?'
Protect you from Entropy.
If a fire starts in your apartment complex, who is manning the heavy rig to put it out?

The truth is the world will go into chaos without the other gender and
Civilization is a Maintenance Project.
You are safe to fantasize about a soft life only because invisible men are doing the dirty, dangerous, and exhausting work to keep the lights on.
A world without men is a world not worth living

[X Freeze @XFreeze]

The future of humanity is in a serious crisis 🚨

New 2024/2025 fertility estimates show major economies are far below the 2.1 replacement level:

• South Korea: 0.72 (Critical)
• China: 1.00 (Critical)
• Taiwan: 1.11 (Critical)
• Poland: 1.10 (Critical)
• Spain: 1.19 (Critical)
• Japan: 1.20 (Critical)
• Italy: 1.21 (Critical)
• Germany: 1.35 (Severe)
• Russia: 1.37 (Severe)
• UK: 1.49 (Warning)
• US: 1.62 (Warning)

This isn’t a distant problem. We are heading toward:
📉 Population collapse
👴 Exploding elderly dependency
🛠️ Shrinking workforces
🏦 Broken pension systems
🏘️ Empty cities

Governments must prioritize policies to raise fertility: childcare support, housing reform, financial incentives, and cultural shifts

This is not optional. This is existential

[Jeffrey A Tucker @jeffreytucker]

An actual truthful email circulating inside the FDA. Read and weep.

[Bret Weinstein @BretWeinstein]

The FDA now recognizes that the covid vaccines killed healthy children who were in no danger from covid itself.

That’s the tip of a gigantic iceberg—bioweapon leaks, science fraud, regulatory capture, a global coup by the “public health” bureaucracy against traditional medicine, the debut of a lethal new vaccine platform, shredding of the First Amendment, and robotic pens used to brazenly pardon criminal masterminds—all lurk just below the surface.

Thanks to @VPrasadMDMPH for stepping up.

[Andrew Zywiec, M.D. @AndrewZywiecMD]

Soon, they'll tell you that sunlight is actually important for life, carbon dioxide is the building block of the entire biosphere, and climates naturally shift.

And they will claim this is new information. They will claim that this profound. They will do so with a straight face.

And people will lap it up like dogs to vomit.

I swear people pretend to be stupid just to fit in.

[Jeremy Giffon @jeremygiffon]

Dichotomies are a good way of evaluating people. They serve as highly signal cleavage points based on a snap judgment. In the realm of worldly achievement, my favourite of these dichotomies is whether someone values cleverness or whether they value reps. Fundamentally, the clever person sees immense beauty in maximizing elegance. The reps guy, rather, is interested in the nobility of effort. The reps guy approaches their work like a mountain with a pot of gold at the summit. It is up for grabs to whoever applies with the most herculean effort. There is no uncertainty or unsolved puzzle; it is simply a matter of effort and competence. The clever one wonders if there isn’t some larger pot of gold hidden somewhere that can be stumbled upon with no more effort than a pleasant stroll, so long as they know where to look.

Neither is better than the other. Both camps have many successful ambassadors, though the world-historical level outliers tend to embody their fair share of both. Rather, they are two fundamentally different ways of looking at the world. One values effort and one wit. To one success is glorious because of the hard work and to the other, it is glorious despite it. I believe whether one values reps or wit is largely innate, there is just something so obvious to them that one is better than the obvious. There are correlates, those who are high energy tend to value reps and those who don’t largely value wit. One guy thinks that he is more deserving because he worked harder than everyone else, the other guy thinks everyone else is stupid because he got the pot of gold by barely lifting a finger.

The best rep worker I know is obsessed with finding opportunities where he can outwork everyone else. Where the inputs and outputs are known and the reward is certain but rare because of the effort required. To him everything is a question of brute force and a question of taking his set amount of it and choosing the best linear path to apply it towards.

The most clever worker I know is obsessed with something he calls finding “mate in one”. This term comes from chess and describes when, no matter what move an opponent can make, you will be able to checkmate them on the next turn. It is the one move, the single leverage point, that negates all other effort. He would present me with a problem he was trying to solve and I would lob all kinds of ideas or strategies at him that would make marginal progress and he would dismiss them out of hand. With enough thought, enough wit, there was a “mate in one” move to be made that would render any further effort completely useless.

The latter strategy, of course, is much more uncertain. While the repetitious man can immediately get to work, the clever one must wait around and pontificate for a solution that may or may not exist. In exchange for taking this risk the clever man gets the opportunity to run laps around the repetitious man. Instead of being the guy, he can be the guy who finds the guy, or the guy who finds the guy who finds the guy.

Consider the case of Donald Trump and Ted Cruz. There is a video of Ted Cruz painstakingly plotting out the next 35 years of his career in undergrad, culminating in his run for president. Harvard Law, the Senate, this committee and that committee, decades and decades of labour all to end up subservient to a guy who called his wife a dog on national television. Trump found “mate in one” in a game that had been thought to been completed and reduced down to a game of attrition.

The repetitious worker’s asset is his tremendous effort ergo the opportunities he looks for are ones where consistency is the most difficult. These tend to be very contained systems with clear outcomes (e.g. Mr. Olympia, Highest paid actor, the Governor’s office). The clever worker’s greatest asset is finding novel solutions ergo the opportunities he looks for are ones that have been least explored (e.g. investments, warfare, espionage, scientific discovery).

One question I like to use to discern someone’s tendency towards cleverness over repetition is the nightclub line scenario. This is a hypothetical situation in which you land in a new Tier 1 city and have to meet someone in the hottest club with the tightest door in the entire city. There are many good answers but they all give you a clue as to where one’s particular proclivity towards the beauty of work lay. The grinder will tend to say something like they’ll get in line and chat up some girls or go up and down the line and ask if they can cut in front or join their group. Then you start to get things like pay the bouncer off or sneak in the side door or figure out what the stamp or wristband looks like and make a duplicate. Finally, you will sometimes hear something like finding out who the big investor is in the club and send them an email the morning you land and using that as a way onto the list. Each answer gets the person into the club of course, but the tradeoffs between effort and cleverness are evident and will hint a lot at where someone stands in the great dichotomy.

[InfantryDort @infantrydort]

You know, before I went to war, all I wanted to do was go to war. Then when I got to war, I quickly found out it sucked.

All of the glory and excitement I yearned for before my first firefight, slipped away pretty quick. I was, and remain, motivated to win with every fiber of my being, but the romance is gone.

Something happens when you cross that experiential Rubicon. They call it a "baptism of fire".

But unlike real baptism which fills a soul with grace, a baptism of fire fills you with grief.

A firefight can be one of the most exhilarating experiences in one's life, when you take no casualties and you know you're going to win. It becomes a very different experience when you stand next to the fallen on the battlefield and wonder how it wasn't you.

So many "men" with soft hands and gelatinous spines screeching for war. Well, you know what they say? Experience is that one thing you get just after you need it.

So much f*ck around, but EPIC shortages of find out. That's how a society gets here. Consider this a warning for those who keep ratcheting up the rhetoric and praying for the type of war they experience in video games.

"Men" begging for war with the wisdom of youth and the energy of old age.

Fools, the lot of them.

[Terrence K. Williams @w_terrence]

You don’t have to mourn Charlie Kirk. Nobody is asking you to pretend you loved him or agreed with him.

But what we are asking is simple: stop being cruel. Stop celebrating his death. Stop mocking a man’s grieving wife as she faces the most heartbreaking days of her life.

Disagree with his politics if you want, that’s freedom. But dancing on his grave, ridiculing his family’s pain, and making a mockery of loss? That’s not freedom, that’s just evil.

At the very least, show a shred of human decency

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to school with no food. At recess, while my classmates opened their lunches—apples, cookies, sandwiches—I sat pretending I wasn’t hungry. I buried my face in a book, hiding the sound of my empty stomach. Inside, it hurt more than I can explain.

Then, one day, a girl noticed. Quietly, without making a fuss, she offered me half her lunch. I was embarrassed, but I accepted. The next day, she did it again. And again. Sometimes it was a roll, sometimes an apple, sometimes a piece of cake her mother baked. To me, it was a miracle. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen.

Then one day, she was gone. Her family moved, and she never came back. Every day at recess, I’d glance at the door, hoping she would walk in and sit beside me with her smile and her sandwich. But she never did.

Still, I carried her kindness with me. It became part of who I was.

Years passed. I grew up. I thought of her often, but life went on.

Then, just yesterday, something happened that froze me in place. My young daughter came home from school and said:

“Dad, can you pack me two snacks tomorrow?”

“Two?” I asked. “You never finish one.”

She looked at me with the seriousness only a child can have:

“It’s for a boy in my class. He didn’t eat today. I gave him half of mine.”

I just stood there, goosebumps rising, time standing still. In her small act, I saw that girl from my childhood. The one who fed me when no one else noticed. Her kindness hadn’t disappeared—it had traveled through me, and now, through my daughter.

I stepped onto the balcony and looked at the sky, my eyes full of tears. All at once I felt my hunger, my shame, my gratitude, and my joy.

That girl may never remember me. She may not even know the difference she made. But I will never forget her. Because she taught me that even the smallest act of kindness can change a life.

And now, I know: as long as my daughter shares her bread with another child, kindness will live on.

[Orange Book 🍊📖 @orangebook]

You just need to take a good look at all the older people who didn't get to live the life they wanted, and it will become obvious that the causes are always the same, generation after generation:

[Tulsi Gabbard 🌺 @TulsiGabbard]

God is love. The very essence of God is love. Therefore, during times of hardship, sadness, pain and suffering, we naturally and spontaneously take refuge in Him — in love itself — because we know in the core of our hearts that it is only the power and light of God’s love that can drive away the darkness of evil and hatred, which was manifested so tragically and violently upon the children praying in Minneapolis on Wednesday.

So why is it that people like Jen Psaki and others have such a spontaneous visceral negative reaction to those who are praying to God for refuge, strength, and for the wellbeing of the victims of this heinous attack? Because they do not believe in God or His love. Their response is rooted in their hatred of God. They want to be God, so they view Him as their competitor. They are agents of darkness and hatred, and the light of God’s love is a threat to their dark ambitions.

One manifestation of their darkness and desire to be God is their belief that any man can become a woman, and any woman can become a man. This is the insanity and darkness that has unfortunately perpetuated today’s Democrat Party, and is one of the reasons why I could no longer associate myself with them.

It is especially during times like this, when the darkness of hate descends upon us, that we take shelter in and manifest the light of God, which is love.

Rev Martin Luther King spoke the truth beautifully when he said, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”

[Mila Joy @Milajoy]

An adorable little boy was trying to sneak a hug from President Trump because he was too shy to ask and he ended up getting one anyway.