Old soul, Navy vet, Catholic conservatarian, Irish rabble-rouser. Politics/weather/maritime interest on here. Creative side (photography) on IG @mntsandmeans
What the left doesn’t seem to understand that Trump does, is that millions of Americans love shit like this. He’s not pandering to the elite, he’s acknowledging the blue collar, hard working, dirt biking, UFC watching, forgotten men and women who make up the majority of this country.
Drive 30 miles outside of any deep blue shithole city in America and you could throw a rock in any direction at someone who watches motocross.
Trump isn’t putting on America 250 for people who go to the fuckin opera, he’s putting on America 250 for the working class.
listen up, we have to vote for the man with the nazi tattoo so he can stop the man landing rockets and curing the blind from making any more money, otherwise we’ll get fascism
you see how stupid you sound, yes?
Things that triggered the left this week:
- a clean reflecting pool
- a name on a building
- a murderer getting convicted of murder
- a sporting event at the White House
- a successful IPO
- welders and janitors becoming millionaires
Every dollar Elon Musk has made is traceable. Every product sold, every service rendered, every government contract awarded, every share of stock bought or sold. It’s all on the record.
You, on the other hand, haven’t built a company, invented a product, or created anything people willingly pay for. You’ve spent the last 14 years collecting a $174,000 Senate salary.
Yet somehow you managed to buy a luxury D.C. condo, a $4 million Victorian mansion in Cambridge, and saw your net worth balloon by 150% to $12 million. Everyone knows where Musk’s money came from. The same can’t be said for yours.
SpaceX is a company whose mission is *axiomatically* the love of humanity
To extend the light of consciousness
The power of this kind of love is hard to quantify but clearly makes the impossible far more probable.
People meme on how long it took to build the Sagrada Familia but it's actually a testament to the power of determination and vision
The ENTIRE cost was made through people giving offerings visiting it, or random donations by privates
A work truly by the people, in honor of God
There are questions no modern app can answer:
What is courage?
What is justice?
What is a good life?
What is worth dying for?
That’s where the classics begin.
@SomeBitchIIKnow This and the Francis Scott Key bridge in Baltimore still not being rebuilt remind me of a tweet that went like “the Fall of Rome wasn’t a single catastrophic event; it was more like the local bridge collapsed and nobody came to repair it”
The annual Pentecost tradition (today!) at Rome's Pantheon is a moment of extraordinary beauty.
It occurs every year on the seventh Sunday after Easter. At noon, after the Holy Mass, thousands of rose petals are dropped through the oculus of the mighty dome.
As the petals fall, a choir sings "Veni Sancte Spiritus," known as the Golden Sequence, a masterpiece of sacred Latin poetry.
This is to celebrate the descent of the Holy Spirit on the Virgin Mary and the Apostles.
The rose petal ritual likely dates back to 607 AD when the pagan temple became a Christian church.
When a human being dances, he’s reaching up toward something sublime, letting the music draw his natural form upward into grace. Even if it’s a pop song like Billie Jean, even if it’s a desperately troubled human like Michael Jackson. When he stumbles, the eye reads the fall as a fall from grace—just like we can’t help but read death as something unnatural tugging a soul that was made for life down into the dust.
When a robot dances, even if it dances amusingly and well, it’s being prodded into an uncanny mimicry of something that’s not congruent with its matter, like an amputated limb galvanized by electricity into a sudden jolt of movement. When it falls, we see its true nature: inert, lifeless, mere stuff.
The intuition tracks what the eye alone can’t see, which is why you’ll notice no one has the impulse to get up and help the robot the way they might a man. It’s the difference between raw matter being pushed up from below against gravity, and spirit reaching down to draw matter up into the dance.
Also it’s freaking hilarious.
This is the greatest video I’ve ever seen. No notes. The lifeless clanker carcass just laying there. No crowd reaction, anything. Just Billie Jean. Until its lifeless shell is shamefully dragged off. Purely amazing.