Understand where we are. In 2026 alone, we went from abortion up until birth to immediate post-birth abortion to it's cool to just murder your kids whenever because they're inconvenient.
Try to convince me again we're not in the End of Days, or so close as makes no never-mind.
Young white guy here. 22% of my income gets stolen from me every year to give welfare to boomers that hate me and foreigners that hate me.
I have not been the beneficiary of a federal or state welfare scheme my entire life. I am not alone. Why am I the villain?
@WomanDefiner I’ll be honest I’m not even sure anyone would give me welfare even if I lost my job and begged. I have a young white male cousin who’s a senior in high school and can’t find a job anywhere.
@syskusa@DaisyRifles@RoodBoiBased This reminds me when I bought every child in the family Red Ryders for Christmas. I walked out of tractor supply with a cart of 20 of them. The kids loved them.
I keep telling you all this. Prepare to wake up on Day 1 of WWIII to find out that the Chinese or Russians have destroyed many of our refueling, AWACS, and cargo aircraft on the ramp in CONUS.
You thought Pearl Harbor was bad? Wait until this at a dozen bases across the country.
"Hey friend, Rascal texted and said we got some "work to do" ."
"Wait, what? You aren't carrying? What is wrong with yo... Nevermind, we'll talk about that later, just take this and get in the truck."
Yeah, it's a Ruger RXM COA 9mm, yeah @SummRidge pitched in so be nice, and yeah he's coming too. Now get in.
"You don't know how this works? What're we doing? The crew will fill you in, now take a few breaths and pull yourself together. This hay ain't gonna put itself in the barn."
@harryfisherEMTP Witnessing situations like this is the worse part of emergency services. Seeing scenes like this are worse than seeing people mangled from bad accidents etc.
This guy killed a sex offender that assaulted his DAUGHTER and the media is saying “relative” in a sideways attempt like usual to obscure the truth and set a narrative.
Journalists are subhuman scum.
Once upon a time, I set out to solve one of marriage’s great mysteries.
Armed with a notebook, a recorder, and the confidence of a man who had absolutely no idea what he was getting into, I began my investigation into why men always forget the weekend plans.
Here’s what I found.
Now, I’m making up this exact conversation, but it generally tracks.
Me, making plans:
“Hey, hon, I’m going fishing Saturday at 7 a.m.”
“With who?”
“Frank and Jim.”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. Probably between 10 and noon.”
“Where are you going?”
“On Jim’s boat.”
“Which lake?”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought Jerry’s wife was sick this week. Is he sick too?”
“I have no idea. All I know is that I’m leaving the house at 7 a.m. Saturday.”
“Are you having breakfast first?”
“Yes. Before I leave. At 7. On Saturday.”
“Okay, but you have to be back by noon because—”
“I will leave at 7 a.m. Saturday and be back before noon.”
Notice what happened here.
I communicated two critical pieces of operational intelligence:
Departure: Saturday, 0700.
Return: no later than 1200.
And then, like a military radio operator confirming coordinates, I repeated them six times.
Now let’s flip the script.
Her, making plans:
“This weekend there’s a flower festival I want to go to, but Sue also invited me to that yoga class I’ve been wanting to try, which I think starts at 10, but it might be canceled because the instructor is a single mom and her son Franklin, who is seriously the cutest boy ever especially when he’s wearing glasses, has band rehearsal, so the class is Saturday but could get moved to Sunday afternoon, which I can’t do because—”
“So you’re doing yoga Saturday at 9?”
“No. You never listen. It’s Saturday at 10. I think. Let me check the calendar. Oh, that reminds me, we need to reschedule the teacher meeting Tuesday, but don’t worry, she’ll probably be at yoga, and I hate bringing up work on the weekend, but maybe I can ask her there.”
“So…10. Got it.”
“No, that’s not confirmed yet! But if I do go, you need to pick up bagels at the grocery store, and make sure you get the ones without onions this time. We don’t need cream cheese. We still have some from last week.”
And that was the breakthrough.
Men tend to communicate plans like a flight plan:
Time. Place. Mission. Return time.
Then we repeat the coordinates until everyone acknowledges receipt.
Women communicate plans like an intelligence briefing assembled from six agencies:
There is a primary plan, an alternate plan, a weather contingency, three supporting characters, a child named Franklin, a teacher conference, grocery requirements, and several unresolved diplomatic issues.
Somewhere inside that 11-minute briefing is the actual time she plans to leave the house.
Your job is to find it.
This is why a man can listen attentively to every single word his wife says and still, 20 minutes later, ask:
“So…what time are you leaving?”