Today, Ikhwan Online, which is the Muslim Brotherhood’s official website, published a story titled, "Abdul Rahman al-Sayyid conquers the Zionists and runs for the Senate".
For those of you who follow me, you know that in 2018, I exposed the fact that @AbdulElSayed signed a pledge in support of Mohamed Morsi, the leader of the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt. This branch of the Muslim Brotherhood has been designated by the Trump administration and US government as an Islamic terrorist organization. @SecScottBessent@SecRubio
The video of Morsi pledging his support for Sharia and Jihad has been on my YouTube for 7 years and this should disqualify @AbdulElSayed, an Egyptian Muslim, from being able to run for office.
Source: https://t.co/LsMdI8I3OU
The document in which Abdul El-Sayed pledged his allegiance to Morsi was originally in Arabic, which is why Abdul never thought it would be found, and in 2018, my former colleagues and I had it translated into English, and I exclusively broke this story when Abdul was running for Governor of Michigan in 2018.
In 2018, I travelled to Dearborn, Michigan where I investigated Abdul on the ground and produced a 30 minute mini documentary about Abdul’s ties to Jihadis and Marxists. The documentary is on my YouTube channel for those who wish to watch it.
It’s not new news that the Muslim Brotherhood supports him.
It is however totally disqualifying, but our lawmakers won’t do anything about it because they are too afraid of being called “Islamophobic”.
In Japan, if you use a word wrong, someone will quietly teach you the correct one.
In Texas, I thanked a mechanic by saying "you are a good man of the trucks."
He did not correct me. He put it on his voicemail.
"You've reached Ray. Good man of the trucks."
His son answers the phone that way now.
I attended a county fair and watched a child sell a pig.
The pig is worth, I am told, somewhere near four hundred dollars. I looked this up afterward because I did not believe what happened.
The girl is twelve. She walked the animal into a ring wearing a white shirt and a numbered card. She had raised it herself, from a piglet, for nine months, which I confirmed, and she had a binder of records because the program requires one.
The bidding began. Local men. A man from a bank. A man who sells tires. A woman who owns a restaurant I had eaten at the previous evening.
It did not stop at four hundred.
It stopped at three thousand two hundred.
I turned to the man beside me and asked whether the pig was of exceptional quality.
He said, "It's a fine pig."
I asked whether it was worth three thousand two hundred dollars.
He said, "No."
I asked why the price was three thousand two hundred dollars.
He said, "She's a good kid."
I stood up. I could not remain seated. I said, out loud, in a metal building that smelled of animals, that a market which knowingly and deliberately misprices a good in order to put a child through a university, and does so every year, in the open, with an auctioneer and a microphone, is not a market at all but a rite, and that I have never seen a province conduct one so cheerfully.
He said, "You want a lemonade?"
I said that I did.
Here is the part I had entirely misread. The men bidding against each other were not rivals. They were raising it together. The tire man bid, then the bank man bid, and the tire man nodded at him, and they were pushing the number upward on purpose, in public, in front of the girl. She knew. Everyone knew. The auctioneer knew. The rite requires that nobody says it.
Afterward the girl shook every buyer's hand. She writes them letters later. That is also part of it. She writes letters.
I asked the restaurant owner why she bids every year.
She said, "Somebody bought mine."
She is fifty-eight.
You can request anything but 'Jesus is king' on a @CocaCola can on their site.
Inc "allah is king" and "Satan is king".
But Jesus is banned.
Care to explain Coca-Cola???
Democrats and Republicans...
I was talking to a friend's little girl, and she said she wanted to be President some day.
Both of her parents, liberal Democrats, were standing there, so I asked her, 'If you were to be the President, what's the first thing you would do?' She replied, 'I'd give food and houses to all the homeless people.'
'Wow, what a worthy goal!' I told her, 'You don't have to wait until you're President to do that.
You can come over to my house and mow the grass, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I'll pay you $50. Then I'll take you over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food or a new house.'
She thought that over for a few seconds, 'cause she's only 6.
And while her Mom glared at me, the little girl looked me straight in the eye and asked, 'Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?'
And I said, 'Welcome to the Republican Party.'
Her folks still aren't talking to me.
I was invited to play a sport called pickleball by a man who is seventy-one.
I did not take this seriously enough. I want that on the record early.
The paddle is small. The ball has holes in it. The court is smaller than tennis. The name contains a pickle. I arrived believing I was being kind to an old man.
The old man is named Gary. Gary went 11 to 2.
He did not run. That is what I need to convey. He did not run one time. He stood in one place and the ball came to him, always, as though he had arranged it in advance, and I ran approximately four kilometers inside a rectangle.
There is a zone at the front of the court that you may not enter to strike the ball out of the air.
It is called the kitchen.
I asked why it is called the kitchen.
Gary said, "Nobody knows."
I asked whether there is an official term.
He said, "Non volley zone." Then he said, "Nobody says that."
So there is a written name that exists and is ignored, and a spoken name that is a room in a house, and every player in this country from nine years old to ninety uses the room.
I told him that a discipline with a forbidden ground, a name no one can account for, and a master who does not move, is not a game but a school, and that I wished to be taught properly.
Gary said, "You wanna go again?"
We went again. 11 to 4. He gave me the two extra points on purpose and both of us knew it.
Here is what I actually saw at those courts. Four of them, eleven in the morning on a Tuesday, and the people on them were somewhere between nineteen and eighty and they were mixed together at random. Nobody organized it. Nobody is in charge. There is a rack, you put your paddle in the rack, and the rack decides who plays next.
I have never once seen an eighty year old man and a nineteen year old woman be teammates in my country. Not in any activity.
I bought a paddle. It cost more than I expected and I did not ask why.
I have not beaten Gary.
Gary has a knee replacement. He told me which side it is on.
He told me on purpose.
When Muhammad died, every single person left Islam, except for three towns: Mecca, Medina, and Ta’if.
The vast majority of Arabs who had professed Islam under pressure, conquest, or political convenience walked away without hesitation.
If it weren't for the wars that followed, the brutal Ridda Wars, in which an estimated 70,000 people were killed, Islam would have disappeared into the dust of forgotten ideologies.
Entire communities were wiped out. Apostasy was met with the sword.
This moment in Islamic history, the Ridda Wars, is well-documented by early Islamic historians like al-Tabari and Ibn Kathir.
Islam spread, survived, and was sustained by violence from day one.
You cannot digest grass. She turns it into milk.
You cannot digest straw. She turns it into beef.
You cannot digest the stalks left standing after the harvest. She turns it into butter.
You cannot digest brewers' grains. She turns it into cheese.
You cannot digest sugar beet pulp. She turns it into cream.
You cannot digest citrus peel. She turns it into suet.
You cannot digest almond hulls. She turns it into tallow.
You cannot digest cottonseed. She turns it into leather.
You cannot digest apple pomace after the cider. She turns it into bone broth.
You cannot digest rape meal after the oil is pressed. She turns it into yoghurt.
You cannot digest the spent mash from the whisky. She turns it into ghee.
You cannot digest the trimmings off the vegetables you did eat. She turns it into marrow.
Twelve inputs. Twelve things we made, could not use, and would otherwise pay a man to take away. She eats the lot and hands back the best food on the planet, for free, in a field, in the rain.
There is a building in California where they are trying to do a fraction of this in a steel tank, on grid electricity, on sugar grown by a tractor, funded by a man who has never once been in a shed at four in the morning.
We have looked at the only machine that turns our rubbish into our dinner and decided the problem is that it exists.
She is not competing with you for food.
She is doing the washing up, and we are drawing up plans to sack her.
.@afriforum’s court case against expropriation without compensation:
My bank refused to process my attempt to pay R0 to my daughter!
While sitting in court listening to President Ramaphosa’s legal team argue that R0 (nil) constitutes the payment of compensation, I tried to “pay an amount of R0” to my daughter using my banking app.
Unlike President Ramaphosa’s legal team, my bank refused to process my attempt to pay R0 to my daughter. It insisted that the payment amount had to be greater than zero. It appears that in the real world R0 is not regarded as an amount or a payment. 😀
Section 25(2)(b) of the Constitution explicitly provides that expropriation may take place only if compensation is paid by the payment of an amount.
Apparently, my bank and the Constitution have a better understanding of what constitutes both a payment and an “amount” than the ideologically driven argument that R0 can be regarded as the payment of an amount.
🚨 THIS IS GOING TO BREAK THE INTERNET!
Elon Musk just dropped Neuralink's craziest bombshell:
“In the next 6 to 12 months, we're going to implant the first vision devices. Even if you're 100% blind from birth, we're going to write directly to your visual cortex… and you're going to see.”
“And that's just the beginning. In the long term, you'll have ultra-HD resolution and real superpowers: you'll see in infrared, ultraviolet, and even radar. Literally like a superhero.”
The future is no longer science fiction. It's Neuralink.
Penny Sparrow was convicted of crimen injuria and hate speech for posting a racist comment on Facebook comparing Black beachgoers in Durban to monkeys.
@EFFSouthAfrica member @Stalinist_Chris puts a racist post on X comparing white people in Orania to monkeys.
@SAHRCommission, how is this different from the Penny Sparrow case?
Why are you silent on this?