@TookEstradiol@DesmondStreams that cis hormone therapies typically restore age-appropriate same-sex levels for deficiency or contraception, while transgender regimens use cross-sex hormones often at supraphysiological doses to induce opposite-sex traits, with separate risk profiles documented in medical lit.
Last night, my wife made homemade burritos for our family of 8 and it cost less than $20 total for everyone.
Im beginning to think the affordability crisis is really an “I don’t know how to cook” crisis
On this day in 2010, a Black man, Omar Thornton, carried out a mass killinig of eight White men in Manchester, Connecticut.
Omar Thornton had been stealing from his employer, Hartford Distributors. They had surveillance video of his continuous organized theft. Thornton was called into a meeting where he was shown videos of himself - and his external theft ring - conducting the thefts. Despite Thornton's egregious, criminal conduct, his White managers actually provided him the option to resign, rather than be fired and have that negative mark on his employment record.
Thornton rewarded their undue kindness by producing a firearm from his lunchbox and embarking on a mass killing spree.
He moved through the premises, hunting down White employees and executing them.
His eight White victims were:
~ Francis Fazio, 57
~ Doug Scruton, 56
~ Eddie Kennison, 49
~ Bill Ackerman, 51
~ Bryan Cirigliano, 51
~ Craig Pepin, 60
~ Loius Felder, 50
~ Vic James, 60
Two more were wounded.
Before taking his own life, Thornton called 911. He proceeded to cry “racism” to the 911 operator, and expressed regret that he wasn't able to kill even more White people. Interviews with coworkers revealed that Thornton had expressed a belief that there aren't any “good White men,” and that “you got to kill them before they go bad.”
The police investigation revealed no evidence of a discriminatory environment against non-Whites, and no other non-White employees corroborated Thornton's delusions. In fact, the only evidence of discrimination at Hartford Distributors was that they'd focused their efforts on hiring non-Whites instead of Whites in an effort to “diversify” their workforce.
Despite Thornton's unambiguous anti-White motivation, authorities never described the mass anti-White slaughter as a “hate crime.” Of course.
What transpired in Manchester, CT sixteen years ago today ranks as the fifth largest death toll in a racially motivated mass killing by a single perpetrator in US history.
BUT... it's not actually counted on that list.
Because it was never declared a “hate crime.”
Because it was anti-White.
And White people are the only unprotected class in America.
A middle school basketball player gets body-slammed so hard he tears ligaments in his knee and ends up on crutches. The kid who slammed him down on the court faced no consequences at school…absolutely none.
The family of the injured player files criminal charges.
The case is dismissed.
And the other family walks out of the courtroom laughing.
Forget the ruling for a moment. There is something deeply wrong when a child is seriously injured—and the people responsible can still find something funny about it.
That isn’t sportsmanship. It isn’t accountability. And it certainly isn’t something to laugh about.
We all know injuries happen in sports, but that isn’t what happened here. The kid in this video literally picked up his opponent and slammed him to the ground.
What rule allows that in basketball?
I am largely pro-vax.
The pfizer covid shot was not a vaccine, it was a barely-effective, experimental mRNA gene therapy with an unacceptable side effect profile in the under-35 cohort.
NovaVax is an actual vaccine. If you're immunocompromised, or in close proximity to an immunocompromised person, by all means get it. It works and is safe.
I am HIGHLY pro mRNA gene therapy, I think it shows immense promise for its non retarded uses, i.e. Cancer treatment etc. Need I remind everyone of the guy who got his dog's DNA sequenced, said "Claude cure my dog's cancer. Make no mistakes." and it worked (and then the pharma guy went WELL DUH LOL OF COURSE WE CAN CURE CANCER WITH AI MORON. IT JUST ISN'T MARKETABLE!)
Using mRNA gene therapy as a vaccine is helmet-level retarded and it didn't work. It was, however, BASICALLY safe, in the sense that almost everyone that got it lived.
This safety profile is wildly unacceptable for any vaccine, let alone a de facto mandated one (YES it WAS. Yes is fucking was. If voter ID is voter suppression what do you call requiring a fucking vax card to go to the grocery store. Asshole.)
It WAS however an acceptable risk profile for experimental gene therapy!
But by doing it this way, Pfizer saved 271 gorillion dollars on clinical trials.
BTW This is why they had to pretend Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine/Zinc didn't work. If they admitted that they did, pfizer couldn't get the EUA!
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My car made a noise.
I took it to a large repair chain. They gave me a printed estimate for two thousand dollars. It was itemized. It had a barcode. It looked extremely legitimate.
I showed it to an American.
He read it for four seconds and made a sound with his teeth.
Then he said, "Don't do that."
I asked what I should do instead.
He said, "Go see Sal."
Sal has no sign. Sal operates out of a building with no name on it, on a street with no other businesses, behind a chain link fence that is always open.
There is no website. There is no phone number that anyone answers. You simply go there, and Sal is there, and Sal has always been there.
Inside I said: THE MAN HAS NO BANNER AND NO GATE AND YET EVERY HOUSE IN THIS PROVINCE KNOWS THE ROAD.
I drove to Sal's. There were nine cars in the lot. Nine. On a Tuesday. With no advertising of any kind.
Sal listened to my engine for eleven seconds.
He did not connect a computer. He did not look at my paperwork. He put his hand flat on the fender and listened, the way a physician listens to a chest.
He said, "Sensor."
I asked how much.
"Hundred forty."
I showed him the two thousand dollar estimate.
He read it. He handed it back. He said, "They're not wrong."
They're not wrong.
He would not insult them. A man with no sign, being handed the paperwork of a national chain, declined to say a single bad word about it.
He said, "They gotta replace the whole assembly. That's their rule. I just replace the sensor."
Inside I said: HE DID NOT CALL THEM THIEVES. HE EXPLAINED THEIR CONSTRAINTS. HE DEFENDED THE MEN WHO WERE ABOUT TO TAKE MY MONEY.
He fixed it in forty minutes.
I asked how he learned this.
He said, "My dad."
I asked if his dad was still around.
He pointed at a chair in the corner of the garage. An old man was sitting in it, doing nothing, watching.
He had been there the entire time. I had not registered him as a person. I had registered him as furniture.
Inside I said: THE MASTER SITS IN THE CORNER AND SAYS NOTHING AND THE SON IS ALREADY BETTER THAN HIM AND THIS IS THE ONLY THING HE HAS EVER WANTED.
I asked the old man if the son was good.
The old man said, "He's alright."
Sal did not react. Sal has heard "he's alright" his entire life. Sal understands what it means. Sal will say it to his own son in thirty years and mean the same thing.
I have sent four people to Sal.
None of them were told the address. I described the fence.
They all found it.
They always find it.
I needed to move a sofa.
I mentioned this to an American. He said, "You know anybody with a truck?"
I did not know anybody with a truck.
He looked at me with real concern. Not pity. Concern. The way you look at a man who has told you he does not have a name.
"You gotta know somebody with a truck."
I asked how one acquires such a person.
He said, "You just do."
This is the third time I have received that answer in this country. It is the answer to everything here. You just do. There is no process. There is only the eventual fact of having.
He said, "Ask Kevin."
I do not know a Kevin. He said Kevin like I should. He said it the way you say a shared uncle.
I met Kevin four days later. Kevin owns a truck. Kevin does not own a truck for himself. Nobody owns a truck for themselves. Kevin owns a truck for a fifteen mile radius.
Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS TAKEN A VOW. HE DID NOT ANNOUNCE IT. HE SIMPLY PURCHASED A BED AND ACCEPTED THE CONSEQUENCES.
Kevin arrived on Saturday. He brought the truck. He also brought a second man.
I had not asked for a second man.
The second man's name is Tony. Tony came because Kevin came. Tony did not know me. Tony did not ask what we were moving. Tony brought gloves.
They moved the sofa in eleven minutes.
I offered them money. Both of them laughed at the same time, which felt rehearsed and was not.
I asked what I owed them.
Kevin said, "Buy the pizza."
That is the price. That is the entire economy. The truck costs one pizza and the pizza is not negotiable and the pizza is also not expensive and everyone knows what size.
Inside I said: THE FEE IS FIXED ACROSS THE ENTIRE NATION AND WAS SET BY NO ONE.
We ate on the floor because the sofa was against the wall and none of us wanted to be the first to sit on it.
Tony told me his daughter plays soccer. I asked if she is good. He said, "She's aggressive."
I still think about that.
Three weeks later, Kevin texted me.
"You free Sunday? Helping Tony move a fridge."
He did not ask if I wanted to. He informed me of a fridge.
Inside I said: I HAVE BEEN CALLED UP. I DID NOT ENLIST. THE PAPERS WERE FILED ON MY BEHALF.
I went. I moved the fridge. I have no truck. I contributed only arms.
Afterward, a man I had never met asked me if I knew anybody with a truck.
I said, "Yeah, I got a guy."
I have a guy.
I am somebody's guy now, too. Tony has told two people about me.
He describes me as "the guy who's strong for his size."
I have never been prouder of a sentence in my life.
I mentioned that my garage door was making a sound.
An American immediately said, "I got a guy."
He did not ask what the sound was. He did not ask what kind of door. He produced a guy on the basis of the word garage.
I asked who the guy was.
He said, "Just a guy."
He did not have a company name. He had a first name and a phone number in his phone saved as "Mike Garage."
That is the contact name. Mike Garage. As though Garage is his surname. As though there is a family.
I asked how he found this guy.
"My brother-in-law used him."
I asked if the brother-in-law was satisfied.
He thought about it. Then he said, "He's still standing."
The house is still standing. That is the entire review.
Inside I said: THEY DO NOT KEEP RECORDS. THEY KEEP LOYALTIES.
I called Mike Garage. He answered from inside a vehicle. There was wind. He said he could come Tuesday between eleven and four.
Between eleven and four. A window of five hours. In my country this would be a scandal. Here it is generous. He gave me a window at all. Some guys do not give you a window. Some guys say "Tuesday" and that is the whole appointment.
He came at 1:40.
He fixed it in twenty minutes. He charged me less than I expected and he did not take a card, only cash or an app I had never heard of.
Before leaving he looked at my water heater, which I had not mentioned, and said, "That's gonna go."
I asked when.
"Couple years."
I asked what I should do.
He said, "I'll give you a guy."
He gave me a guy. Mike Garage has a guy. The guy has a guy. There is a network beneath this country made entirely of men named after their function, and none of them advertise, and all of them are busy.
Inside I said: THERE IS A SECOND NATION HERE. IT HAS NO SIGNS. IT IS ENTERED ONLY BY INTRODUCTION.
I have been given four guys since.
I have a guy for trees.
I did not know I needed a guy for trees.
I have trees now, apparently. They are my responsibility. A man named Rick told me so and then left.