You do have to wonder why the @fia can admit an obvious error in Monaco and correct the result, but couldn’t do the same when their race director broke the rules and robbed Lewis Hamilton of an 8th WDC at the #F1xed#AbuDhabiScandal… #F1
@TeslaBoomerMama@zGodofThunder@CuriousPejjy In practice if you have 1,000 shares of Tesla and there is a merger of equals (both $3t) you get 1,000 shares in the new combined company (qty of shares double) so day 1 is your new stock value the same?
Crazy story out of Qatar:
A British couple honeymooned in Doha, where the wife was harassed at the Ritz-Carlton pool by two men who told her she'd "fall in love" after he slept with her.
The hotel gaslit her, with management denying the CCTV backed her story despite their own WhatsApp messages saying the opposite.
Her husband posted a TripAdvisor review calling the hotel "unsafe for women." The hotel got it pulled, then a hotel employee filed a defamation complaint against him under Qatar's cybercrime laws.
Nearly a year later, when he returned to Qatar for work, he was detained, informed he'd been tried in absentia and fined, and then held for four nights in a deportation centre. The deportation order lasts five years, which severely hurts his career as a Middle East healthcare consultant.
In other words, Marriott International, an American company, used Qatari law to silence a complaint about a woman being sexually harassed at their property.
In no case is this clearer than what has been going on in Britain
Ever since Winston Churchill and Lloyd George rammed through the people’s budget and parliament bill over 1909 to 1911, Britain has been at war with itself in the name of equity and equality and abolishing hierarchy in the name of both
The result has been national decline an unprecedented scale, the nation falling from controlling a quarter of the world surface to being an island nation somewhat smaller than Michigan and utterly defenseless, both to any external enemies, and more importantly, to cultural enemies of the sort it imported and inculcated through decades of government policy hostile to British people themselves
Culture matters
Defending your culture matters
Understanding what high culture is, in what ways it presents itself, and in what ways it can be cherished and preserved matters
Wentworth Woodhouse’s experience at the hands of an egalitarian government, and the massive cultural destruction that came as a result, is case in point of this
1991, I had just dropped out of medical school to go play semi-professional rugby in New Zealand.
I was 22 years old, working out at a place called Sgt Rock’s gym in Galveston Texas, while going to medical school at the University of Texas Medical Branch. The owner of the gym, a guy named Paul McCartney, not the Beatle, was a chiropractor who was the captain of the local rugby team, which was coincidentally affiliated with the medical school.
Now at the time I was 6’5” about 240lbs, I could squat over 500 lbs and deadlift over 600, was lean, fast and could jump out of the gym. He somewhat jokingly, but was also being serious, told me that if I wanted to continue to train at his gym then I needed to come play rugby for his team.
I thought about it for a few days and thought, what the heck, it could be fun.
I went out to my first practice and learned about scrums, rucks, knock ons and how to tackle people. A few other medical school students were there as well as a mixture of a bunch of locals include the Lopez brothers, Steve, John and Chris “AKA Chowder Head”.
I picked things up reasonably well and the first match they stuck me out on the wing. Usually, that position was for smaller fast guys and the guy playing opposite of me on the other team was like 90lbs lighter than me. The wing runs around a fair bit but doesn’t often get the ball very often. My first game was fairly uneventful as I recall.
Eventually as I got a bit more familiar with the game I was moved into what known as “the pack”. Where I played what is called second row or lock and eventually some time at number 8, which honestly is one of the best positions in the game in my opinion.
Anyway, I start my journey with the local club team and by the end of the season I get selected to be on the All Texas team, and shortly after that the all Western US team.
I can remember becoming obsessed with rugby to the point that medical school became a thing I had to do between practice and matches.
About halfway through my second year of medical school one of our professors, who happened to be from New Zealand starting talking to me about bringing me to New Zealand to play for one of their teams.
The team was called Hautapu RFC and it was a team in the premiere division of a region known as the Waikato. They apparently every year recruited a foreigner to help fill out their side, often South Africans and sometimes Americans.
They said they would fly me out, house me, feed me and pay me a small salary.
Honestly the decision for me was pretty simple. Get payed to go play a sport that was a blast or toil away in medical school.
Needless to say, I chose the more fun option and a few weeks later I was on my way to New Zealand. The medical professors thought I was nuts and asks me to reconsider, my parents
When I arrived in England 24 years ago from a South Africa drowning in blood and scarred by senseless murders, gang rapes and casual slaughter, I believed with every fibre of my being that I was bringing my family to safety, to the ancient, civilised homeland of my mother and grandparents.
To a place where mindless third-world savagery could finally be left behind.
What a bitter, sickening joke that dream has become.
Look at London today. What the hell happened?
In 2002, shootings in the capital were so rare they barely registered as news. Knife crime wasn’t a daily, hourly horror splashed across every front page and police scanner.
You could walk the streets at night without calculating escape routes. And we did, walking to restaurants on a Friday night, strolling about the city on weekends, with seemingly little to fear.
I no longer owned my 9mm, having sold all my weapons in SA.
I stopped scanning every shadow. For the first time in years I let my wife and baby daughter breathe without the constant, choking fear of sexual assault or random butchery.
That London is dead.
Today the city bleeds. London is choking on an epidemic of stabbings, shootings and gang executions that would shame the worst townships I monitored or served in during the State of Emergency in SA.
Teenagers are being carved up in broad daylight. Schoolchildren are knifed on buses. Young girls are raped and murdered in parks that were once safe.
Drive-by shootings , YES, drive-by shootings are now routine in parts of this capital that once prided itself on being the safest major city in Europe.
This is not “poverty.” This is not “inequality.” This is a total, unforgivable collapse of law and order. This is the deliberate, repeated failure of politicians, police chiefs and judges who have spent decades prioritising criminals’ rights over the right of ordinary Londoners to live without terror.
I did not escape one war zone to watch my family grow up in another, we left London in 2005 for Buckinghamshire, yet even here that sense of safety is eroding.
London, you have betrayed every promise you made to people like me. You have allowed a vile, imported culture of casual violence to take root and flourish while the decent, law-abiding majority are told to “tolerate diversity” and keep quiet.
Enough.
The blood on the pavements of London is not abstract.
It is real. It belongs to sons, daughters, fathers and mothers who deserved better. And every single day this disgrace continues is another day the authorities spit in the faces of every citizen who simply wants to walk home alive.
This is not the England I came for.
This is not the England my ancestors built.
And I will not stay silent while it is destroyed.
#LondonShooting
If I could give you one success life hack.
And trust me. I literally have a hyperbaric healing chamber in my house. I take life hacks seriously.
If I could give you one tho. It'd be this.
Grab a bunch of epic fantasy books as thick as your head. Replace all your TV and social media time reading them.
Your brain will slowly start to work again. The focus from reading the thick ass wordy books will slowly put it back together.
Sanderson. Abercrombie. Gaimman. Pierce Brown. Great places to start.
Replacing this as your main time wasting hobby will give you absolutely crazy returns when it comes to actually making money. The focus you gain will make you lethal.
In South Africa I went on a hike in Cape Town to a beautiful lookout, Signal Hill. At the top there was a wine tasting. I then walked down a trail that goes by a military base, to a rich suburb.
I was very seriously warned by a local, wealthy, brown-skinned man that multiple hikers had been murdered for their wallets and that I should take a taxi home. Sure enough, when I passed by the military base some black men who clearly didn't belong there were watching me from rooftops. So I got out of there as quickly as possible.
At the bottom I continued to walk to my quite nice hotel... and got followed for multiple blocks by a physically aggressive black panhandler who wouldn't take no for an answer.
Following that I went on another hike, up Table Mountain under the gondola. Again, it's a highly developed tourist destination. And again, multiple locals warned me that I really shouldn't go alone because there was a good chance I'd be mugged, or worse. Hell, there's official signs up warning hikers to hike in groups of at least three (four if they're women).
Following that I visited Johannesburg. Or at least, I would have. Except a South African friend of mine who lives near there said I really shouldn't go to the downtown area by myself least I get murdered. So I skipped that and did more hiking. Again with warnings that travelling solo was a bad idea.
...and don't get me started about how that trip, I saw more rolling power outages in peacetime South Africa then I did at my next destination, wartime Kyiv, while Russia was actively trying to destroy the electricity grid.
When I was recently in Kramatorsk, Eastern Ukraine, I had half a day off. So I asked a soldier friend of mine where I could safely walk. He said I could go anywhere safely: military checkpoints would keep me from going too far east. Russians might kill you (just the other day a 13 year old boy was killed by a Russian attack on a market). But even after over a decade of war and poverty the locals won't. And yes, even in Kramatorsk you see young teen girls, by themselves, walking around at night. You do _not_ see that in Cape Town.
The problem with Africa isn't just "underdeveloped parts". The problem is the stupid, violent, black population who make even the developed parts shit.