I've been so poor that I couldn't afford diapers for my kid because my boss was a month late on paying me. I've been so poor that I've had to live in moldy apartments, rotting trailers, and even in the back seat of my car.
Never did drugs.
Never stole from anybody.
Never destroyed other people's property.
Never randomly assaulted anybody.
Never raped, tormented, or murdered anybody.
Bad people do bad things because they can.
Cornell student Austin Franco was doxxed by Jewish business leaders after explaining that he “didn’t want to work for a Jew,” claiming his experiences with Jews were not “pleasant,” after a NYC startup he had applied to reached out to him three times.
After one of the cofounders, Gabe Einhorn, posted Franco’s reply with his last name blocked out, Franco was quickly identified.
Einhorn said he did not “want to ruin his life,” but wanted to “raise awareness” of antisemitism.
Franco, in a now-deleted post, said that in his personal and professional experiences, Jews were tribalistic and vengeful, and tended to ruin and bully others who opposed them.
Franco stated, “I am sure that if you indicated you didn’t want to work for someone who was White or Christian this would not have blown up…”
Franco claimed that the actions by Einhorn and the Jewish community, posting his reply, doxxing him, and then trying to investigate and uproot his personal life, vindicated his concerns that Jews do not work with others politely.
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New Rule: Every time we get outraged over a Judge's ruling, we show their name, face, and ancestry. "US Judge" is no longer ever sufficient.
Judge Sorokin, an Eastern European Jew, appointed by Obama, has thrown out the H-1B visa fee to try and flood our country with jeets.
Presenting another look at the latest instalment in the Kingdom Hearts series.
Kingdom Hearts IV will launch simultaneously on Nintendo Switch 2, PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, Xbox on PC, Epic Games Store and Steam!
Stay tuned for more updates.
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
Guy who likes Persona except for all the icky problematic stuff like romancing adults, romancing teens, Kotone showing Ken that she really knows her way around a naginata, turn based combat, dungeon crawling, lack of black representation, the transgender joke in original P3 and