THERE IS A FORTRESS IN CHINA THAT HAS NO NAME, NO KNOWN BUILDERS, AND ALMOST NO HISTORY.
It hides in the loess cliffs above the Yellow River. Its doorway literally hangs in midair. There isn't a single record of it in the chronicles for hundreds - perhaps even thousands - of years. How is that possible in a country where almost every fortress was documented? It looks like a portal to another world.
I went to In-N-Out and ordered a cheeseburger. The cashier, a calm young woman named Destiny, asked me a question I did not expect.
"You want that Animal Style?"
I paused.
I did not know what this meant. But a samurai does not admit he does not know. So I answered with weight.
"...Animal Style."
"Cool. So that's mustard-grilled, extra spread, grilled onions, pickles. Yeah?"
I understood now. This was a sacred permission. For one meal, I was being told to put down my manners at the door. To eat the way a beast eats, without shame. I had waited my whole life for someone to give me this order.
"Yes," I said. "I will become the animal."
Destiny did not blink. "...Okay. You want your fries Animal Style too?"
I stopped. Even the potatoes?
"The potatoes also become animals?"
"I mean, they get cheese and sauce and grilled onions, so..."
"Then yes. Let the potatoes abandon their restraint as well."
"...Got it." She was the calmest woman I have ever met. "3x3, 4x4, or just the one?"
I did not know these numbers, but I knew a challenge when I heard one. "How many must I face?"
"It's, like, how many patties you want."
"How many is the most honorable?"
"...Four is a lot."
"Then four. A warrior does not ask for fewer."
She wrote it down without argument. A 4x4, Animal Style, with animal fries. She warned me once, kindly. "That's gonna be huge." I told her I was counting on it.
It arrived. It was a tower. Cheese and sauce ran down my hands the moment I lifted it. There was no clean way to eat it. There was no dignified way. That was the entire point.
I ate it like a beast. Both hands, no honor, grilled onion on my chin, and I have to be honest with you, it was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
For thirty years I have kept my manners at every table in the world.
They handed me a burger and told me to be an animal, and I have never felt so free.
So tell me, America.
The whole country knows the secret menu. What else are you hiding in plain sight?
And "Animal Style." Was I eating the animal, or finally becoming one?
Last week, Anthony Fauci notified us he will NOT voluntarily testify before the Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee, even though he had previously agreed to do so.
Therefore, today I have issued a subpoena requiring him to testify before the Committee, in public, next month.
Here is what we know: U.S. taxpayer money, funneled through USAID and NIH, funded gain-of-function research at the Wuhan Institute of Virology. That research likely caused the COVID pandemic that killed millions and cost trillions.
Dr. Fauci personally signed off on these experiments, then lied to Congress about it. Biden tried to protect him with a last-minute pardon. Thatโs the very definition of a cover-up.
This Uber driver told his passengers heโs also a medium and ended up giving one of the women a reading about her late husband.
He brought up specific details like her husband calling her โdoll,โ them being soulmates, a trip they never got to take together, and that he may have had undiagnosed heart issues. She was clearly emotional and shocked by how much he knew.
Have you ever had an experience that made you feel like someone on the other side was trying to reach you?
He cried all the way to the shelter ๐ญ๐
An incredibly heartwarming story about a tall, tattooed โtough guyโ who has a huge love for dogs. He had always dreamed of having a little dog as his companion.
Knowing him so well, his wife secretly arranged a visit to a local animal shelter. On the way there, he cried the entire drive because he was so overwhelmed with emotion.
The moment they met a puppy named Moka, she immediately ran up to him, jumped into his lap, and rolled onto her back, asking for belly rubs right away. At that instant, both husband and wife knew for certain: โSheโs our girl!โ
Moka not only brought joy into their lives but also helped heal a wound deep within the husbandโs heart. โค๏ธ๐ถ
Whenver a Texas batter gets two strikes, he looks over to the bench and taps his chest to let the dugout know he's locked in. It's a team thing not meant to show anyone up. People who watch the team on a daily basis know this.
I was literally praying this crow would stay still long enough for me to walk around her to get the composition of her between buttes in the brightest area and give her the most contrast.
This stretch should be mandatory for people who sit at desks.
It's called the Tactical Frog.
Your hip flexors shorten when you sit. Your glutes stop firing. Your lower back picks up the slack and starts screaming.
The Tactical Frog targets the inner groin, hip flexors, and adductors at the same time.
How to do it:
Get on all fours. Slide your knees out wide, feet flat and facing out. Lower your hips back slowly until you feel a deep stretch through the inner thighs and groin. Hold for 60 to 90 seconds. Breathe into the tight spots.
It should feel uncomfortable but not painful.
Do it every morning before you open your laptop. Do it again before bed.
I've had clients eliminate years of lower back pain just by making this a daily habit because back wasn't the problem. The hips were.
Sitting is not neutral. It's a slow accumulation of tension that eventually becomes injury.
This can be the antidote.