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We call it Murica🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 Land of the Free, Home of the Brave!! The war we prepared and provisioned for might not actually start but that just means a lot of great BBQs will happen 🤠🇺🇸💯

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@japan_nobunaga

2 days ago

USA. They sell food here in the sizes of war. A single jar of mayonnaise as large as my helmet. I bought two. One must always keep a reserve. I entered a hall so vast it had weather. Shelves to the heavens. And upon them, no small things. No humble portions. Everything sized as if for a siege. A bag of rice I could not lift alone. A tower of paper as tall as a child. Forty-eight of one thing, ninety of another, a vat of oil that could float a boat. And the people pushed carts the size of carriages, loading them as if the snows were coming and would not leave for years. I understood at once, and I was moved to my core. For it is written that a house is judged not in its feasting but in its famine — by whether, when the long winter comes, it can feed its own without bowing to any lord. This nation does not shop. This nation provisions. Every family a fortress, stocked to outlast a siege that is not coming, has never come, and against which they remain magnificently, gloriously prepared. So I provisioned. I filled a carriage-cart to the brim. Rice for a regiment. The helmet of mayonnaise, and its reserve. Enough paper to write the history of the world. Twice. And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not: "Let the hardest winter in a thousand years descend. Let the roads vanish and the rivers freeze. I will not so much as rise from my chair — for I hold, in my garage, mayonnaise enough to outlast the apocalypse, and a man with that much mayonnaise fears no season, no army, and no god." The woman checking receipts at the door studied my cart a long moment. Then she smiled. "Big family?" "Not yet," I told her, honestly. I took my provisions home. And because no winter came — none ever does — I did the only honorable thing a man can do with a fortress full of food. I fed the whole street. We ate for a week. The mayonnaise held. So tell me, America. You call it buying in bulk. A Costco run. A little too much, as usual. I call it every household quietly ready to survive the end of the world — and then, when the world stubbornly refuses to end, throwing a feast instead.

japan_nobunaga's tweet photo. USA. They sell food here in the sizes of war. A single jar of mayonnaise as large as my helmet. I bought two. One must always keep a reserve.

I entered a hall so vast it had weather. Shelves to the heavens. And upon them, no small things. No humble portions. Everything sized as if for a siege.

A bag of rice I could not lift alone. A tower of paper as tall as a child. Forty-eight of one thing, ninety of another, a vat of oil that could float a boat. And the people pushed carts the size of carriages, loading them as if the snows were coming and would not leave for years.

I understood at once, and I was moved to my core.

For it is written that a house is judged not in its feasting but in its famine — by whether, when the long winter comes, it can feed its own without bowing to any lord. This nation does not shop. This nation provisions. Every family a fortress, stocked to outlast a siege that is not coming, has never come, and against which they remain magnificently, gloriously prepared.

So I provisioned. I filled a carriage-cart to the brim. Rice for a regiment. The helmet of mayonnaise, and its reserve. Enough paper to write the history of the world. Twice.

And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not:

"Let the hardest winter in a thousand years descend. Let the roads vanish and the rivers freeze. I will not so much as rise from my chair — for I hold, in my garage, mayonnaise enough to outlast the apocalypse, and a man with that much mayonnaise fears no season, no army, and no god."

The woman checking receipts at the door studied my cart a long moment.

Then she smiled. "Big family?"

"Not yet," I told her, honestly.

I took my provisions home. And because no winter came — none ever does — I did the only honorable thing a man can do with a fortress full of food.

I fed the whole street.

We ate for a week. The mayonnaise held.

So tell me, America.

You call it buying in bulk. A Costco run. A little too much, as usual.

I call it every household quietly ready to survive the end of the world —

and then, when the world stubbornly refuses to end,

throwing a feast instead.

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Fixing problems is what’s really woven into the fabric of our nation. Islam is not compatible with an advanced, modern society of decent people. The fix is the total removal of Islams followers from the west or better yet the planet entirely. Their scripture is a war manual written by p3d0s they will not stop until we stop them

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@WallStreetApes They all need perp walks and to be removed from society with the keys thrown away

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Check this out. Hoover Dam launches ‘Road To America 250’ This flag is the length of a football field and it will be on display every day through July 4th #RoadToAmerica250 #HooverDam