Ol’ Reliable

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@JustDaltonNow The mainstream melee community would rather destroy itself than coexist with people of different political ideologies.

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@SoveyX At least it didn’t get his balls but that could be fatal still, is he good? That thing is venomous right?

[The Facts Dude 🤙🏽 @Thefactsdude]

@washghost1 BAHAHA 😂

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@pinkthingkissi The only time I’ve ever been moderated on this platform is when one troon reported me for spamming my favorite hashtag #TransphobiaSavesLives . It’s such a banger

[The 4Chan Archives @blacknredtext]

submission from anon

[Self Defense DIY @SelfDefenseDIY]

Top 4 best self defense technique for everyone.

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@Enezator I could do this one in my head faster than this

[Olivia @Oliviatayl60965]

According to detransitioners, following are the reasons they decided to stop transitioning and detransition:

1. Side effects from cross-sex hormones and surgeries
2. Transition didn't fix my other mental health issues.
3. Living a lie is exhausting; it's a lot easier to live with the truth.
4. Avoidance of reality creates and compounds original problems.
5. Regardless of the number of surgeries, I am still not the opposite sex.

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@OKLAHOMAisAOK @marycatedelvey They are retarded troons

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@Rojam81 @GamingNextDoor Isn’t that the case? Everyone hid Goku’s transformations from him when he was a kid

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@CptTortillas_ @spurdospardeeee @blacknredtext It still turns a $10,000 repair into $1,000, or whatever your deductible is.

If you’re rich, you can be legally exempt from carrying auto insurance. You just have to prove to the insurance department of our government that you can pay for damages in the case of an accident.

[Burt Macklin @BurtMaclin_FBI]

Nobunga is an amazing story teller. He takes common American occurrences and tells them from the point of view of a Japanese samurai and it’s hilarious.

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@japan_nobunaga Banana-san, Americans feel cold less strongly than others due to higher concentration of blubber in the system.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.

I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.

Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.

In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.

This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.

The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.

So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.

The owner asked if everything was okay.

"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."

He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"

I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.

I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.

So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.

And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.

Reborn.

A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@stoneoreye What’s with all the makeup is he a troon or something

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@spurdospardeeee @blacknredtext You generally still have to pay your deductible, at least in my state that’s how it works. It can be $500, $1,000, $2,000…

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@PooPeeLookAtMe @ECHOGAMER666 @GarbageHuman24 I hate that

[Richie @Richie__301]

@japan_nobunaga The older I get, the more I realize every successful gathering depends on one person quietly taking responsibility for something. This story captures that perfectly.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.

He never left it once.

Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.

I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.

"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."

I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.

"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.

He glanced at me. Something passed between us.

"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."

"They never do," I said.

And this is where it turned.

For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.

A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.

Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.

Then he handed me the fork.

"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."

I have been trusted with castles.

I have never been more honored.

He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.

He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.

I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.

Neither of us will ever correct the other.

So tell me, America.

Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?

Have you ever once asked him why?

I think he is still standing there.

Guarding the fire.

Waiting for one person to understand.

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@TTExulansic @Terf_Rocks Women are used to being able to accost men without consequence

[Ol’ Reliable @Ol__Reliable]

@WildSentences Why would she be with him for 2 years if she never liked him?