So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains and we never even know we had the key - Some say we're never meant to grow up - United till I die
Michael Jackson built a 50-seat movie theater at Neverland with hospital beds set into the walls behind glass, so terminally ill kids on IV drips could lie down and still see the screen. He showed them to Oprah on live TV in 1993, in front of 90 million viewers, and almost nobody remembers.
He bought the 2,700-acre ranch in 1988 for $17 million, then spent another $35 million turning it into a working amusement park. Ferris wheel, zoo, train station, go-kart track, its own fire department.
Then he ran it like a charity with a house attached. He told Oprah that buses of sick kids from programs like Make-A-Wish came through every few weeks. There was a magic show, current films, a candy counter where everything was free.
His own children lived inside the park and got weekend passes. The rides existed for kids who were dying or had nothing, so the kids who had everything did chores and schoolwork first.
Jackson started performing at 5 and never got a normal childhood. He said the beds existed so bedridden kids could escape into a world he was deprived of. He built the thing he never had, then made sure his own kids couldn't take it for granted either.
He put over $50 million into Neverland. It sold in 2020 for $22 million. The only children in America who needed permission to use a Ferris wheel were the ones who lived next to it.
Master and Commander (2003) ends by promising more adventures, and it’s still hard to believe they never came. Crowe & Bettany were perfect, and Patrick O’Brian left behind more than 20 novels that could’ve sustained one of cinema’s great franchises.
Today, we remember a legend.
On this day in history, Harambe would have celebrated another birthday. An icon that became part of internet history, American culture, and an entire generation’s timeline.
Tomorrow marks 10 years since we lost him. Ten years since the moment the world stopped scrolling and collectively mourned something bigger than a meme.
He became a symbol of loyalty, strength, chaos, unity, and the strange beauty of the internet bringing millions of people together for one cause: never forgetting Harambe.
Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. And somehow, a decade later, his legacy still lives on.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Rest easy to a true patriot. 🕊️🇺🇸
May 27, 1999 — May 28, 2016
Forever in our hearts.
My most unhinged run-in with HR was while working at a biotech company as a senior scientist, a long time ago.
They were doing racism audits, and me being an Asian, they targeted me in an inquisition-style interrogation. In essence, it was about 30 minutes of them... Gen Z women with a chip on their shoulders, trying to make me say that I experienced racism at the company.
It was them framing every little comment, quip, joke, and conversation that my 'white' coworkers had with me into some sort of racist dog whistle. They wanted me to "out" my work friends as "racists" so that HR could crucify them. I knew they were recording the whole time, so I had to be very careful with my words.
I kept my answers brutally short, usually with a single-word answer of "no", or that lacks context, or that's a misframing.
They were literally trying to manufacture problems to go after people to justify their existence. They were trying to goad me, to extract the "right" answers from me that I refused to play their stupid game.
After the interview was over, and after their little racism witch hunt didn't work, they moved on to other targets, other minorities, other stupid problems no one cared about.
ÚLTIMA HORA – EPIC MODE ACTIVATED
El presidente Trump miró fijamente a Xi Jinping y le soltó un golpe maestro que dejó la sala en silencio:
“Traje a los 30 l��deres empresariales más poderosos del planeta para estas conversaciones… y todos dijeron que sí. No mandé al segundo ni al vicepresidente. ¡Quise al número uno de cada imperio! Jensen Huang, Tim Cook, Elon Musk y los demás titanes… los mejores del mundo están aquí, frente a ti.”
Luego, con su sonrisa de ganador, remató:
“Están aquí hoy para rendirte respeto a ti y a China. Vienen con hambre de hacer negocios, invertir y crear. De nuestra parte, será 100% recíproco.”
El mensaje es claro: América no viene a pedir. Viene con los jefes supremos de la innovación mundial a poner las cartas sobre la mesa.
¡Esto no es diplomacia normal… esto es diplomacia de alto voltaje!
Slave reparations!
I’m all in!
I’ve decided to personally gift £1 million Sterling to every single person my family ever enslaved.
Please form an orderly queue and bring:
• Ironclad documents proving my family personally enslaved you (bonus points if they include my great-great-grandpa’s signature and a Polaroid).
• Your birth certificate proving you were born before Britain abolished slavery on 1 August 1834.
• Proof you’re still alive (the gift can only be claimed in person, no ghosts, no estates, no “my ancestor told me so”).
Oh, and while you’re at it, maybe swing by the local cemetery with a shovel. I’m sure those poor souls buried since the 1800s would appreciate being dug up for their cheque. They’ve waited long enough, right?
Look, if we’re doing “reparations” for historical slavery, let’s do it properly: only to the actual victims. Not their great-great-great-grandchildren who were born free in the 20th or 21st century, sipping oat milk lattes while tweeting about “trauma.”
This isn’t justice, it’s a cosmic-level grift.
It’s like demanding the Roman Empire pay for the roads they built because some distant ancestor got conquered by Caesar. Or billing modern Italians for every Gaul who got turned into a slave 2,000 years ago.
Newsflash: No living person in Britain today was a slave under British law, and no living person in Britain today owned slaves under British law.
The people who suffered are dead. The people who profited are dead.
Their descendants, Black, White, Asian, mixed, whatever had zero say in it.
Chasing “reparations” from random taxpayers (including the descendants of abolitionists, coal miners, and people who arrived after 1834) isn’t healing historical wounds. It’s creating new ones while opening the most hilarious Pandora’s box in human history:
• Should Ireland demand reparations from Britain for the Potato Famine?
• Should Britain demand reparations from Denmark for the Viking slave raids?
• Should Italians bill Mongols for the sack of Baghdad?
• Should every African nation start invoicing each other for the centuries of tribal warfare and slave-trading that predated (and supplied) the transatlantic trade?
Where does the grievance chain end? 1066? The Bronze Age?
Lucy the Australopithecus getting stiffed on her cave rent?
Slavery was a universal human horror, practised by every civilisation from the Egyptians to the Aztecs to the Arabs to the Africans themselves (who sold millions into the trade).
Britain didn’t invent it.
Britain ended it, at massive cost, with the Royal Navy spending decades hunting slave ships while other empires kept right on going.
Demanding cash from people who never owned slaves, to give to people who were never slaves, isn’t “reparations.” It’s retroactive time-travel cosplay with other people’s money. It’s the ultimate participation trophy for historical victimhood: “My ancestor suffered, therefore I deserve a payout… even though I live in a free society with more opportunity than 99.9% of humans who ever lived.”
If you want actual justice, how about this radical idea:
Stop obsessing over who owes whom from 200 years ago, and start judging people by what they do today. Work hard. Build. Create. Don’t inherit grievances like their family heirlooms.
The desire for slavery reparations isn’t righteous anger. It’s lazy, entitled, historically illiterate greed dressed up as moral superiority, demanding a lottery win for a suffering you never endured, from people who never caused it.
My £1 million offer stands.
Just bring the paperwork.
And a time machine.
#Reparations
#Slavery
Oh, and fcuk you Lenny Henry.
Beheaded Christians. Beheaded Yazidis. Beheaded Druze. Beheaded Kurds. Beheaded Alawites.
Yet not one got up and walked out during his speech at the UN, like they did during Benjamin Netanyahu's.
Defund the UN.
Great speech by -
@MosabHasanYOSEF
Friendly remind Mamdani’s father wrote a book with the following excerpt:
“Suicide bombing needs to be understood as a feature of modern political violence rather than stigmatized as a mark of barbarism.”
I would rather have Mosab as mayor of New York City. Maybe he can run in 4 years.
@andrewcuomo@ChrisCuomo@Mkennedycuomo@CurtisSliwa @jimfornyc @Olivia_Reingold