You don't impose discipline on yourself for the sake of discipline. You can do that today. You can do that tomorrow. You can do that next week. But you can't do that for years. The foundation of the discipline needs to be the desire for freedom.
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Last week, a Muslim woman entered our family ranch store and asked for Halal beef. When I told her we do not offer it, she demanded to know why not. As she turned to leave, I extended my hand in a simple gesture of goodwill—only for her to refuse it outright. The same person who expects us to accommodate her faith’s ritualistic slaughter of our livestock—complete with specific blessings and throat-cutting methods—could not bring herself to touch a Christian man’s hand. It was a stark reminder that some demands for tolerance flow only in one direction: ours.
I'm completely over legal marijuana.
It smells everywhere you go, and at least once a day I'm stuck behind a car doing absolute bozo shit, then all of a sudden my whole vehicle smells like the inside of a bong. Smoke at home like before, nobody needs to be high all the time. Degenerate shit.