Gamers 23 years ago enjoying Video Games & each others company 🥹
Back when Gamers loved games for the art & gameplay, not generative AI filters, and when Gamers didn’t just watch via YouTube.. They actually played the games
I watched a woman break down in regret, and it cut deep.
Years ago, a Christian man proposed to her. He told her she didn’t have to grind herself into the ground. She could build a home. Raise children. Be covered. Be protected. Be cherished. She was offended. Feminism told her that offer was an insult… that dependence was weakness… that partnership was oppression.
She chose the lie.
Years later, the tears came. Not tears of anger… tears of realization. She had everything feminism promised and nothing it could sustain. No family legacy. No peace. No covering. Just exhaustion, resentment, and the haunting knowledge that the door she slammed shut never reopened.
This is what liberal feminism never shows women.
It can’t love you.
It can’t protect you.
It can’t age with you.
It can’t hold you when reality finally speaks.
It teaches women to despise the very men willing to sacrifice for them… then leaves them alone to explain why fulfillment never arrived.
As a pastor, I’ve seen this story repeat itself over and over. Feminism doesn’t free women… it isolates them. It trades covenant for applause, legacy for ego, and then disappears when the bill comes due.
God’s design wasn’t oppression.
It was provision.
And too many women were lied to before they were old enough to see the cost.
That regret I saw wasn’t political.
It was spiritual.
And it was devastating.
#SilentMajoritySpeaks
#AStoneGroove
This guy used to play sax alone in empty tunnels and parking garages…
Now after going viral multiple times, he’s got a full audience showing up just to hear him play in a parking garage lol
“My son Oliver announced at dinner Tuesday night that he wanted to be a fart for Halloween and I literally choked on my water. He's six. Just sat there with spaghetti sauce on his chin, completely serious, saying "I want to be a big brown fart cloud." My husband looked at me like I was supposed to handle this. I had no idea what to say. Where do kids even get these ideas.
I told him absolutely not, pick something normal, a superhero or a dinosaur or literally anything else. He got that stubborn look on his face, the one that means he's not letting this go. Started explaining very seriously that farts are funny and everyone would laugh and it would be the best costume. I was exhausted from work, my head was pounding, and I just snapped. Fine. You want to be a fart, you make it yourself. I'll help you find materials but you're doing the work. Figured he'd give up in ten minutes.
He didn't give up. Spent the next three days in our dining room with brown and tan fabric I helped him order from someone's shop on Tedooo app because apparently we needed "fart colored tulle" which is a phrase I never thought I'd say out loud. He watched tutorials on my phone about gathering fabric, asked me to help him tie knots but insisted on arranging every single layer himself. Got frustrated twice and almost cried but kept going. His little fingers working so carefully, tongue sticking out when he concentrated.
Yesterday he finished it. Put it on and paraded around showing his dad and his grandmother who looked absolutely horrified. I expected to feel embarrassed but instead I felt this weird pride. My kid said he wanted to be a fart, I told him to make it happen, and he actually did it. He's been sleeping in parts of it. Already got two orders from neighbors on Tedooo app asking if I'll make them for their kids. I told them Oliver takes commissions now. He's charging eight dollars per fart cloud and has never been more confident in his life.” ~Credit: Keisha TE Mason Via FB
@DongleBookPro “i ran it over with a truck, threw it from a helicopter, used it as a hockey puck, and this happened. aluminum isnt the wave this year ppl😢🥀”