I heard a terf psychologist say on TikTok that men transition to women to fetishize and sexualize themselves while women transition to men to shed all possible sexual perception of themselves.
A broken human mind is something to behold fr
Remembering a very special Kentuckian today ~ Jim Varney (aka Ernest P. Worrell) born on June 15, 1949 in Lexington, Kentucky. His final resting place is Lexington Cemetery. ♥️
@homolumen Internet intellectuals want their opinions to be popular so bad they’ll destroy and tear down their fellow ideologue in the process. It happens in almost every niche of Twitter and it’s honestly sad to see— throwing folks under the bus all for a single semi-viral post.
Braun is 6’8, Braun last match was 439 days ago, Braun held the Universal Championship for 151 days, there’s 20 episodes of Braun’s eating show, Braun has lost 219 matches in his career, Braun posted this on the 14th..
68+439+151+20+219+14= 911
It was an inside job 😳
THE GULF: Let’s have a quick discussion this morning about “the Gulf”.
Earlier this morning, I posted the tropical weather outlook from the National Hurricane Center, which referred to the “Gulf of America”.
I immediately received some nasty messages from people calling me everything from some type of “phobe” to a “racist”.
Last season I made the mistake of calling it the “Gulf of Mexico”, and was quick called a “libtard” and “communist”.
In an ocean of mindless intolerant political extremists that are not capable of critical thinking, they are always looking for a reason to attack someone, I guess this isn’t surprising.
In early 2025, the U.S. government directed federal agencies to use “Gulf of America” in certain official U.S. contexts, and some U.S.-based maps and documents adopted that terminology. It is used by all National Weather Service agencies.
However, many countries, international organizations, publishers, and maps continue to use “Gulf of Mexico”, which has been the standard name for centuries.
I do my best to simply say “the Gulf”. No doubt I will slip up and make the mistake of saying “Gulf of Mexico” or “Gulf of America” at times this hurricane season. I am asking that you have a little grace here. I don’t do politics here… I’m sorry. I am just a weather guy passing along information, sometimes very important.
Thank you.
This one is by far my favorite. All these different nationals over here falling in love with gravy biscuits the last few days while there’s been hating ass yankees on the home terf shitting on gravy biscuits for YEARS.
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.