Trader, Pilot, Chef, Asshole, Sovereign Human, Giggle Pimp. Last account suspended (realheine) Wrongthink. Sober. Pure blood,
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Henry Nowak died the same way a civilization dies: abandoned, handcuffed by authorities who neither trusted nor cared for him, and accused of hate crimes he did not commit. His murder is as tragic as it is enraging. He should still be alive today, and he would be if the last few generations of European elites had stood their ground against the politics of self-hatred and the mass invasion of migrants, many of whom despise the West and the people who love it.
Henry was far from the first to so needlessly lose his life, and I fear he won’t be the last. Each time a life like his is lost, the proper response—the only response—is righteous anger. One of the most important things the Trump administration has proven to the world is that stopping the flow of mass migration and defending national sovereignty is a matter of political will and leadership. Anything else is an excuse.
It is because we love the West that we want to preserve it. We love our civilization. We love our country. We love our children. And nobody—nobody—should ever die the way that Henry Nowak died. May God comfort those who loved him, and may God rest his soul.
“Tiffany Justice read from explicit books.”
Yes, I did. Watch my lips when I’m reading and you can see me say dildo and vagina.
I stopped at one point and asked @ScottPelley if he wanted me to continue. He said yes, if I wanted to.
So I did.
Incest, rape, pedophilia- multiple excerpts, multiple books, and @CBS cut all of it.
We showed evidence of passages of explicit sexual content found in elementary to secondary public school libraries and @CBS hid all of it.
Please consider showing the whole interview @bariweiss.
@Moms4Liberty
USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.
I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.
Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.
So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.
The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.
The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.
I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.
Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.
I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.
I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.
And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.
"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."
The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.
I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.
I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.
So tell me, America.
Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?
I have decided there is not.
You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.
It is the most insane way to hold a war.
I will fight in every single one.
According to artificial intelligence, the statistical probability of Spencer Pratt getting 0 out of 24,000 votes in last nights late night Los Angeles ballot drop is “1 in trillions”
California Democrats are rigging the election
Lol all caps post to gain clicks while too fucking stupid to realize no one in DC gives a fuck about us. Honestly if you still post red team blue team shit you are an unserious retard.
LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT…
THE GOP ARE OUT THERE:
>BLOCKING RECESS APPOINTMENTS
>TAKING LONG VACATIONS
>NOT VOTING ON DOGE CUTS
>TRYING TO PASS AMNESTY FOR ILLEGALS
>…ACTIVELY VOTING AGAINST THE SAVE ACT?!!!
IS THIS THE “MAJOR REFORM” THE AMERICAN PEOPLE VOTED FOR?!!!
in 2000, @saylor was the laughing stock of wall street after losing $6B of investors money.
but he didn’t quit.
he spent the next 26 years of his life retard maxxing and found a new way to run it back and achieve an even bigger loss of investors money.
inspirational 💯
in 2000, @saylor was the laughing stock of wall street after losing $6B of investors money.
but he didn’t quit.
he spent the next 26 years of his life retard maxxing and found a new way to run it back and achieve an even bigger loss of investors money.
inspirational 💯
🚨🇺🇸The Senate just killed the SAVE Act, 48-50.
Voter ID and proof of citizenship, supported by over 80% of Americans, dead.
Four Republicans voted no: Tillis, Murkowski, McConnell, Collins.
The uniparty showed its face today...