Finally, someone made a video explaining how to read a tape measure. I’ve gone my whole life just counting the little lines like, “Okay, that’s 6 inches… plus five little lines."
He said he’d show us how to read a tape measure in under a minute… turns out he’s much better at reading measurements than he is at reading a clock.
Meanwhile, this guy is out here making it sound so simple. I feel both educated and personally attacked.
Do how to read a tape measure, or are you also out here counting lines like me?
This is one of the most real and raw post I’ve seen. People think if they don’t cuss and you do their going to heaven and you’re not.. they think their sins are less than yours.. or if you show yourself in public and they hide theirs that they are above you.. YOU ARE NOT BETTER! What YOU do in the DARK.. Always comes to light and GOD sees it all.
Especially if you are ugly to people behind dms, chats, text, phone calls.
If you’re truly a person of God.. be real honest not a phony. People so worried about pleasing people.. not God.
Black man tells the truth about Henry Nowak and BLM 🔥
“Why do you think everyone covered what happened to George Floyd and no one covered what happened to Henry?”
“He’s white”
“George Floyd got a lot of publicity thanks to Black Lives Matter. They made a lot of money.”
“What did Black Lives Matter do for you?”
“Not a damn thing”
The Karmelo Anthony trial just seated a jury with ZERO black jurors… and his supporters are furious because they were praying for an anti white jury to twist the outcome.
How silly is that?
Justice ain’t supposed to see skin color. It’s supposed to see the facts.
If you don’t want to do the time, don’t do the crime.
When you go around stabbing people, you’re gonna get judged. No race card, no media spin, no excuses. Just the truth. 🇺🇸 #explore #fyp
Oh my goodness, I have tears in my eyes. What a beautiful song to go home to the Lord. This truly touched my heart. ❤️🥲🕊️🙏🌹
A father’s final wish was for his daughter to sing “Goodness of God.” 🥺 Her Instagram is @brianaguignard.
Dear @WhiteHouse, my name is Rodney Smith Jr., founder of Raising Men & Women Lawn Care Service in Huntsville, Alabama. Through our 50 Yard Challenge, over 6,000 kids across the country have signed up to mow free lawns for the elderly, disabled, veterans, active-duty military, first responders, and single parents. With America celebrating its 250th birthday this year and me also being born on July 4th, I wanted to humbly ask if a few kids from our program and myself could travel to Washington, D.C. to help mow the White House lawn for this historic celebration.
More than anything, I want these kids to see how a simple act of service something as ordinary as mowing a lawn for someone in need can lead to extraordinary places. What better lesson in community service than showing them that helping others can take them all the way to our nation’s capital? I’d also love to bring my American flag-themed mower in hopes that the President might sign it, so I can later auction it off and donate 100% of the proceeds to a nonprofit supporting veterans. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to highlight the importance of service, patriotism, and the impact young people can have when they choose to make a difference. 🇺🇸
I don’t post often, but this was too cool not to. When two of your next door neighbors are alum of The Best Damn Band in The Land, they play Taps at 3p on Memorial Day! #TBDBITL#America
When Spencer Pratt wins the Los Angeles mayoral race he gets to move into the mayor's mansion.
The thought of Karen Bass having to give up her home to him after she burned down his home is reason enough to vote for Spencer.
Everybody talks about birria tacos… meanwhile chicken Caesar tacos quietly became one of the most underrated food combinations on the planet. These things are dangerously good.
They did not take cursive from the schools because children no longer needed it. They took it because of what it was quietly building in them.
Consider what the exercise actually is. A child, six years old, is handed a pen and asked to draw a single unbroken line that becomes a word. The wrist must float. The fingers must hold a living pressure, never quite the same twice, always correcting. The eye must follow the ink forward and trust the hand to finish what it has begun. There is no lifting, no stopping, no starting over mid-word. The loop must close. The ascender must rise and return. The sentence must travel from one margin to the other as a single continuous gesture, and at the end of it the hand must still be steady.
Twelve years of this. Every day. Ten thousand small acts of sustained, self-correcting attention, carried out below the level of conscious thought, until the motion belongs to the body and the body belongs to the motion.
This is not penmanship. It is the slow construction of an interior form.
The hand that has learned to carry a line without breaking it is the hand of a mind that has learned to carry a thought without breaking it. The two are not metaphors for one another. They are the same faculty, trained in the same child, by the same daily discipline. Continuity of the stroke becomes continuity of the reasoning. The patience of the loop becomes the patience of the argument. The commitment to finish a word one has started becomes the commitment to finish a sentence, a paragraph, a life's idea, without reaching for the nearest distraction halfway through.
Print is a different creature entirely. Print lifts. Print stops. Print assembles a word out of separate, stamped, interchangeable pieces, each one beginning and ending in isolation. A mind raised only on print learns to think the way print is made, in discrete tokens, in replaceable units, in fragments that can be recombined by any outside hand without the owner noticing the substitution. It is precisely the shape of thought a language model produces. It is precisely the shape of thought a language model can steer.
Cursive is kata. This is the whole of it. A form repeated daily, for years, not for the sake of the form but for what the repetition lays down in the practitioner beneath the form. The swordsman does not train kata so that one day he may fight in kata. He trains it so that when the moment comes and there is no time to think, the movement is already inside him, older and deeper than thought, and it rises on its own. Cursive was the kata of the literate mind, the daily quiet drilling of continuity, of patience, of a line held steady under the long pressure of its own length. And the signature it produced at the end, that small flourished mark unique to a single human being on earth, was only the outward proof of an inward form no machine and no other hand could ever reproduce.
Take the kata away and the practitioner is left with vocabulary in place of faculty. He can recognise a whole thought when he encounters one. He cannot carry one himself. He can admire a finished argument. He cannot sustain one long enough to close its loop. He begins books he does not finish, sentences he does not end, ideas he abandons the moment the screen in his palm offers him a brighter one. And when the machine begins feeding him tokens in the exact shape his schooling taught him to receive, he meets it with no interior resistance at all, because no interior form was ever built in him to push back with.
They removed it quietly, across a generation, and they removed it in the last years before the machines arrived. Twelve years of daily practice in unbroken, embodied, self-authored thought, gone from the curriculum of almost every child in the Western world, just as the instruments designed to complete their sentences for them came online.
The hand forgets. The mind, having never been taught the kata, forgets a thing it never knew it had.
That is what cursive was. That is what was taken. And that is why the thought of anyone who still writes by hand, in long unlifted lines, remains, quietly, stubbornly, and without their ever needing to announce it, their own.
Now the question stands open. What else has been banned, phased out, quietly retired from the curriculum and from common life over these same decades, under the same soft excuses? Mental arithmetic. Memorisation of poetry. Latin. Logic as a formal subject. Map reading. Knot work. The keeping of a commonplace book. The reading aloud of long passages in class. Singing in parts.
What was each of those actually building in the child, beneath the surface of the lesson, and whose interest was served by its disappearance?
This is literally mind blowing
Spencer Pratt exposes Los Angeles Department of Water and Power salaries
- Over 100 LADWP employees earn an annual compensation of over $500,000 per year each
- 26 LADWP employees earn more than $600,000 thousand dollars per year
- 4 top level LADWP employees earn more than $700,000 dollars a year
- The LADWP has a combined water and power budget of 11 billion dollars
I looked into it further, and get this
100% of leadership and oversight of the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power are aligned with Democrats
Mayor of Los Angeles Karen Bass appointed the 5 member Board of Water and Power Commissioners, which sets policy and approves major decisions like executive hires and salaries
California is essentially run by the mafia
They are literally giving themselves $500,000 -$800,000 EACH and this is just one department