If there's anything social media has taught me, it's not to waste my time trying to educate delusional people. They're just going to have to learn the hard way.
Throwback to this liberal woman who announced that she traded in her Tesla for a Volkswagen, because she didn’t want to support a “nazi”..
Liberals are the dumbest people on the planet.. 😭😭
Again for those in the back, Elon once offered to cut a check for $6 BILLION to the WFB to "eliminate World hunger" as they said the money could. His one condition was that the accounting was public.
They did not accept.
Can't believe we're still telling our daughters as long as a politician has the right letter after his name, almost all toxic, abusive behavior is acceptable. Just openly saying "Piss off girls, politics comes first." Kennedys, Clinton, Trump, Platner - now with a Nazi twist!
Remember the Mississippi couple Billy and Virginia Blair who were murdered in their home by 17 year old Cordarius Hobbs last week?
Turns out his two older brothers Cortavious and Cortavion Hobbs were just caught after shooting a Covington County deputy during a traffic stop.
That deputy will never walk again.
Three brothers. One family. Two separate violent crimes in five days. This is the story the national media doesn't want to talk about?
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.
This clip of Charles Payne during Obama's second term is really incredible. Well done Charles.
In 2010 Obama put the federal government directly in charge of lending money to students. Eliminating private lending made the loans much easier to get, but they were not less expensive.
Before Obama took office, outstanding student debt was less than $100 billion. By 2015, outstanding student debt was approximately $800 billion and almost a third of the borrowers were in default. Of course the price of college continued to soar the entire time.
This is the best part. Payne predicted that someday the politicians would be promising to forgive student debt as a way to buy votes. He was spot on.
There are people like Ro Khanna on this site right now arguing that Elon Musk should be paying down the student debt when it's a problem that politicians created.
USA. A checkout lane. I have found where this nation hides its ambush troops. They wait at the registers, at the exact height of a child's eyes.
Candy. Wall to wall. Bright as banners. You cannot leave the store without passing it, and the store knows, and the candy knows, and every child in America knows.
In Japan we also tempt children at registers, but gently, apologetically. This is not gentle. This is doctrine.
I watched a battle unfold. A boy, perhaps five, seized a chocolate bar with the speed of a practiced raider.
"Mom. MOM. Can I get this?"
"Put it back. We have candy at home."
"But THIS candy—"
"We. Have. Candy. At home."
The boy looked at the bar. The bar looked back. He returned it to the shelf with the slow grief of a soldier surrendering his sword. Then he took it again the moment she turned. The woman, without looking, said "Tyler." One word. The bar went back. Veterans, both of them.
I turned to the man behind me, shaken. "The store placed them deliberately. At that height. A final toll gate."
"It's the checkout aisle, dude."
It is a gauntlet, and I will tell you how I know. I am a grown man of a warrior house, trained against hunger, cold, and fear. The peanut butter cups were at MY eye level too.
I bought them. I was not planning to. I had a list. The list did not survive.
The ambush does not check your age. It checks your heart, and mine is apparently five.
The last battle of every campaign is fought at the height of a child's eyes.
To the mothers of America, holding that line at every register, every day: my respect. You defend a wall that attacks from inside the castle.
The cups were excellent. I will be ambushed again on Friday.
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