USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
Not a single player on any team was chosen to make the team more racially diverse or inclusive. They worked their asses off to be better than the rest at what they do to represent their country. This post deserves to be amongst the highest ratioed posts of all time. 👇🏼
Yeah man, you're just like the rest of us.
I mean, who hasn't received a presidential pardon from their dad, avoided serving a day in prison in their life despite multiple Federal gun charges and irrefutable evidence of illicit drug use, got paid millions of dollars for throwing some paint on a canvas, and served on the executive board of a Ukrainian gas company?
What you are is a walking indictment of America's oligarch class, who to this very day continue to insist that they're struggling against the elite while refusing to admit that's exactly what they are.
Hunter Biden is claiming that he's an open book because the contents of his laptop are out there.
Here's a look back at his father (with the assist from 50 treasonous scumbags) directly lying to the American people, claiming that the laptop was a Russian plant.