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[Arnold Schwarzenegger @Schwarzenegger]

This is 79.

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[Camus @newstart_2024]

79 years old today. “If you rest, you rust.”

Arnold Schwarzenegger says retirement is when body and mind start heading south. The real danger as you age is sitting still. Work forces the opposite, early call times, rehearsals, fight scenes, long days on set. You finish exhausted, sleep, and do it again the next morning.

The brain needs the same treatment. Memorizing pages of dialogue, playing chess between takes, constant challenge so nothing slips. Keep moving. Keep pushing yourself. That’s the whole game.

Happy birthday to a man still proving it.

[Hosna ⚖️ בניטה @DOGEQEEN]

🚨INCREDIBLE: 71-year-old firearms instructor Jack Wilson eliminated an active shooter inside a Texas church in less than six seconds, protecting hundreds of parishioners.

During a Sunday morning service at the West Freeway Church of Christ in White Settlement, Texas, a disguised gunman suddenly drew a shotgun and opened fire on the congregation. As panic tore through the sanctuary, Jack—a volunteer head of the church security team—reacted instantaneously.

Drawing his pistol under pressure, Jack lined up a single clear shot from nearly 50 feet away and took down the attacker before more innocent lives could be lost. The entire incident was captured on the church's live stream and sparked global debates about self-defense in places of worship. Asked about that moment, Jack said: "I don't feel like I killed a human, I killed evil."

A testament to readiness, courage, and the right to defend innocent life.

[Dom Lucre | Breaker of Narratives @dom_lucre]

🔥🚨 BREAKING: DHS announced today that ICE arrested more than 900 suspected human traffickers during the FIFA World Cup period and rescued 180 victims.

The operation ran concurrently with the massive international sporting event held on U.S. soil, turning what open-border critics feared would be a trafficking bonanza into one of the largest anti-trafficking enforcement actions in ICE history.

This is a Trump administration win that the mainstream media will bury.

[Arnold Schwarzenegger @Schwarzenegger]

I turn 79 today. 

I don’t want any gifts. Instead, my team and I decided to revolutionize the fitness industry — and we’re doing something crazy to celebrate.

Here it is: https://t.co/qL6ECpWWYH

Between today and Sunday, August 9, when you join the Pump Club app and complete four workout programs in your first year, you pay nothing. 

Zero. Nada. Zilch. 

No fine print. If you show up and do the work, your first year is free. The payments are automatically sent back to your card. 

If that feels shocking, then let me say it even more plainly. 

Sign up for the app through that link. Try it free for 7 days. After your trial, pay $100 for your first year. Complete four workout programs. Get $100 back automatically: $50 after your first, and $50 after your fourth.

[John McAfee 🇺🇸 News @mcafeenew]

🚨WNBA SUPERSTAR SOPHIE CUNNINGHAM SAYS SHE’LL TAKE A 5-GAME SUSPENSION RATHER THAN RECANT HER POSITION ON MEN IN WOMEN’S SPORTS!

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This is real courage.

The WNBA — possibly the wokest organization in America — gave Sophie Cunningham a choice: apologize for saying women and girls deserve to be protected in their own locker rooms, or take a 5-game suspension.

She’s choosing the bench.

While the league continues pushing biological males into women’s spaces, Cunningham refuses to bend the knee. She would rather sit out games than betray female athletes and young girls who deserve fairness and safety.

One of the few voices in professional sports still willing to tell the truth.

Share this everywhere so every athlete still afraid to speak up sees what backbone looks like!

Follow @mcafeenew for more drops.

[John McAfee 🇺🇸 News @mcafeenew]

🚨THIS IS ONE OF MAMDANI’S “DISCOUNT GROCERY STORES” — IT COST TAXPAYERS $1.2 MILLION TO BUY AND ANOTHER $1.7 MILLION TO RENOVATE… AND GUESS WHO GOT PAID?

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The communist family business is thriving.

This abandoned, trashed-out building is one of Zohran Mamdani’s highly touted “discount grocery stores.” The city paid $1.2 million to buy it and will sink another $1.7 million into renovations.

Who sold the city the property? Mamdani’s cousin Elijoe al Barroni.

Who got the fat contract to gut and renovate it? Mamdani’s older brother Ezekiel.

But sure… keep telling us how much money “the people” are going to save.

It’s the same scam every single time. Socialism for the voters, pure profit for the family in power.

Share this everywhere so every New Yorker still buying the “free groceries” lie sees exactly where their tax dollars are going!

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[Genesis @genesis_band]

Today Cherry Red & Esoteric Recordings announce, "From Genesis To Revelation," the 1969 debut album by Genesis; available to pre-order now on 4CD/Blu-ray, 2CD and 2 double vinyl editions.

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[@NYCDHSPD-ret @anota41]

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[Christopher Fleming @IAO_AntiChrist]

TWENTY-SIX MILLION DOLLARS OR AN APOLOGY

Notes on a story my editor wouldn’t run.

I spent twenty-two years at a newspaper you have heard of, and I want to tell you about the one story I couldn’t get published. It’s about a long-haul trucker who calls himself Antichrist, and I need to say, right at the top, the thing that took me three months to accept: every single claim of his that I checked turned out to be true. Every one. I set out to debunk a crazy person and I failed, and this is the story of how I failed, and what I found instead.

I should tell you who I am, because it matters. I was raised Catholic — altar boy, incense, fish on Fridays. In my thirties I converted, the way half of American Catholicism has, to evangelical Christianity. My wife’s church. It seats two thousand and fills twice every Sunday. There’s a worship band, a lighting rig, a fog machine. There is real feeling in that room — people weep during the bridge of the third song, every week, reliably. And here is a confession I’ve never made out loud: in eleven years at that church, I never once went home and opened my Bible.

Hold that thought.

Last spring the algorithm served me a reply, deep in some theological argument online, from an account whose display name was simply Antichrist. No “the.” He’s particular about that. The profile looked exactly like you’d imagine — a trucker posting Kabbalistic diagrams over pop songs, Hebrew letters, tarot cards, court documents, scripture stacked like cordwood. I screenshotted it to a colleague with a joke I’m not proud of.

But the comment itself was a problem. Someone had quoted the Bible verse about many antichrists — First John, chapter two, verse eighteen — and this account had replied with nothing but a citation: read nine verses further.

I’m a journalist. A citation is a dare. I took my grandmother’s Bible off the shelf — hadn’t touched it in years — and read First John, chapter two, verse twenty-seven: “But the anointing which ye have received of him abideth in you, and ye need not that any man teach you.”

Ye need not that any man teach you. That’s in the Bible. Same chapter as the antichrist verse. Nine verses apart. I have sat through a thousand sermons across two denominations and nobody had ever read me that verse. The account calling itself Antichrist was the first.

What happened in my kitchen that night wasn’t a religious experience. It was a journalistic one — the cold prickle you feel when a source you dismissed says one checkable thing, and it checks. Because if that checked, what else did?

So I checked everything. Here’s what I found.

The man who told everyone not to do it

Before any of this, the man worked at a law firm — the unglamorous end of consumer protection, fielding calls from people about to lose their houses. And the callers, he says, always wanted the same thing: teach me the secret paperwork. Teach me to pay bills with my signature. There was a whole underground of this in those years — “sovereign citizen” material, redemption schemes, people selling packets to the desperate.

He told them no. Every time. He told them it was a scam, that the people selling it were liars, and that the real path was boring: pull your credit report, find the debt collector breaking federal law, sue them, learn the courts by using them.

Sit with that, because it inverts everything I assumed. The man now calling himself Antichrist spent his twenties talking desperate people out of the exact thing he became infamous for.

So why did he do it himself? Because he decided to test it — to prove it was nonsense. He called the IRS. The call is recorded. And the agent on the line does not tell him it’s fraud. She acknowledges what he’s describing and coaches him on how to do it more correctly. So he called the office of the state Treasurer of California, where a secretary told him — I’m summarizing faithfully — we have a lot of smart people here, send over whatever paperwork you have, we’ll figure it out. He sent his escrow documents.

Then he went to the post office, bought a five-dollar money order, and wrote on it that he unconditionally promised to pay two and a half million dollars for lawful title to a house.

And they gave him the keys. And he moved in.

You can guess what happened next. What you can’t guess is what they charged him with: theft. Of real property. Of a house. And his defense — which I have now read several times and cannot find the hole in — was that this crime does not exist. You can steal a car. You can steal a television. You cannot pick up a building with footings sunk in concrete and carry it away. That’s trespass, that’s burglary, that’s half a dozen other things. It is not theft, because theft requires that the thing leave.

He was convicted anyway. Eight months in custody, during which he filed so much paper — habeas petitions, grievances — that the file reads like a man bailing out a boat with a coffee cup and somehow gaining on the water.

And then, that same year, the California legislature amended the law — adding language about using a signature, a promissory note, a notary, an affidavit to obtain goods or services.

Think about the shape of that. If what he did was already clearly a crime, you don’t need a new law. You need a new law when somebody has walked through a door nobody knew was there. I stopped being able to call him crazy right around here. It wasn’t the mysticism that did it. It was the legislature.

Fourteen out of fourteen

Because the courts had the same instinct my editor did, they kept sending him for psychiatric evaluation. I’ve seen one of the reports. I want to quote it, because the state’s own examiner wrote it, and because it’s the single page that everyone who dismisses this man has to answer for and can’t.

The defendant was evaluated on fourteen dimensions of competency. He was found competent in fourteen of fourteen areas, with no areas of deficient knowledge. And then this: “His ideas seem a little unusual, but they logically follow one another, and he is able to explain them well.”

That’s the machine, in its own handwriting, certifying the coherence of the man it was jailing. Unusual, but logical. Able to explain. The report even notes he was pleasant throughout, called the examiner ma’am, and was fully aware his own family found his ideas strange.

I’ve covered courts for two decades. I have never seen a defendant so thoroughly documented as sane by the same system that kept treating him as mad.

The lawsuit

Now the document that broke me — the reason this article exists.

After prison, while his appeal was pending, he sued. Filed it himself, no lawyer, in Superior Court. I have the file-stamped declaration, entered by a deputy clerk in October 2013, and I need you to hear what’s actually in it, because I’ve read thousands of court filings and there is nothing like this one.

He sued for twenty-six million, four hundred fifty thousand dollars — quote — “or an Apology.”

Or an apology. In a sworn declaration. And it gets stranger. He calculated the interest owed to him — at zero percent. He wrote out the math: zero dollars per day, times five hundred eleven days, total interest, zero. Because — and this is in the filing — he had promised the defendants in his demand letter that he wouldn’t charge them interest, and he was keeping his word. To the people he was suing. Who had prosecuted him. He asks the court, in writing, please do not place any interest on the defendants.

And then, above the signature, above the penalty-of-perjury clause, he wrote a sentence I didn’t recognize at the time, followed by a number everyone recognizes: 666.

Every crank in every courthouse in America wants the money. I’ve read their filings; the money is the whole point. This man filed the only lawsuit I have ever seen where the money is listed as the second choice.

The defendants never answered. He won by default. And at the hearing, he stood in front of the judge and asked to drop the twenty-six million entirely — just order them to say they’re sorry. And the judge told him the one sentence this entire story turns on. The court cannot order a defendant to apologize. The remedy is monetary.

The remedy is monetary. The machine can move millions. It cannot make one human being say sorry.

He never collected a dime anyway. Before the final hearing, he was arrested — for attempting to serve his lawsuit documents at the property where the defendants had told the court they lived. They didn’t live there. They’d rented it out. He was booked for stalking, his lawsuit papers were seized, and by the time the dust settled he had no address to litigate from at all. The judgment sits there still, a nine-figure ghost.

What he built instead

In the years after — years that included homelessness, more arrests, a psychiatric hold, forced medication he says fogged his mind for a long time, a shattered leg, and a truck accident so severe that by his description and the documentation he did not so much survive it as return from it — the man reappeared online as Antichrist.

And here’s what I found when I finally stopped flinching at the name and looked at what he actually does. He posts scripture. Accurately. He answers religious questions with citations that check out — I know, I checked them; it’s how I got here. When a seeker recently asked him to be their teacher, I watched him refuse — publicly, gently — and send them back to their own Bible, to that same verse: ye need not that any man teach you. He gives everything away free and asks for nothing, which in the modern religion economy makes him very nearly unique. His favorite book, which he cites constantly, turns out to be a 1907 volume by Aleister Crowley — the man the tabloids called the wickedest in the world — and when I got a copy, braced for blasphemy, it opened with a Bible verse: “Except ye become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.” The wickedest man in the world led with the words of Jesus, and no one at my church has ever heard of him.

Early in that book there’s a fairy tale about a girl who knows she’s dreaming, walking through the ten houses of a great Palace, trying to wake up. In the first house — the ordinary one, the comfortable one, the one with everything you need in it — her guide tells her something I have not been able to stop thinking about: nearly everybody stays there all their lives.

I sat in my padded auditorium seat this past Sunday. Two thousand of us. Fog in the lighting rig, the band swelling into the bridge of the third song, hands going up on schedule. Warm. Alive. Everything you need.

Nearly everybody stays there all their lives.

The remedy

So here is what I think happened, for whatever a retired newspaperman’s verdict is worth.

A man tested a broken thing in public — with the government’s own encouragement, on tape — and instead of an explanation he got a conviction for a crime that doesn’t exist, described by a statute they had to rewrite after him. He asked the machine for the one remedy that would have fixed it — a sentence, seven letters, I’m sorry — and the machine told him that sentence was not in inventory. The remedy is monetary. Then it took the monetary part too.

And what he built out of that is the strangest act of forgiveness I’ve ever covered. He didn’t disappear, and he didn’t detonate. He came back wearing the mask of the thing his childhood was taught to fear most — he was raised on rapture panic; his own family once faked the rapture as a prank while he wandered the house believing he’d been left behind — and he turned the whole costume into a free Sunday school that actually makes people open their Bibles. I’m the proof. Eleven years of fog machines couldn’t do it. One trucker signing his posts 666 did it in a night.

The judge was right that no court can order an apology. But there’s no rule against a witness offering one. So, for whatever it’s worth, from a man who spent twenty-two years in the business of getting the story right and would have laughed this one out of the building:

I’m sorry. We should have just said it.

He’d tell you the door was never locked. I’m starting to think he’s right.

[@NYCDHSPD-ret @anota41]

@NoDMsPerfavore In a second - these mini-computers (aka smart phones) are the bane of society

[@NYCDHSPD-ret @anota41]

@CommissBratton (Cont.) past have repeatedly cut, publicly admonished, defunded, and unsupported the police doing the job.

[@NYCDHSPD-ret @anota41]

@CommissBratton With all due respect Commissioner, those of us that live, work, bleed, and die here know crime is not down. Numbers are fake, manipulated, and underreported significantly. The police department is working its ass off, but the people administering this city, now and in the recent

[The Italian American Civil Rights League @TheIACRL]

LITTLE ITALY IS FOREVER!

Join us on Mulberry Street to celebrate our VICTORY over Zohran Mamdani and to show the WORLD that Italian American pride is stronger than EVER BEFORE!

The Italian American Civil Rights League will be providing free food, entertainment and fun!

[Crime In NYC @Crime_In_NYC]

NYC only avoided defaulting on payments owed to nonprofit agencies on July 1, by delaying a payment of $3.7 billion into the Retiree Health Benefits Trust, which is a reserve fund established in 2006 to protect the city’s ability to meet long-term contractual obligations for retired city workers.

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[New York Post @nypost]

Shameless NYC Council members give themselves a big fat 18% pay hike - on first day on the job https://t.co/8GAdvzWLBT

[@NYCDHSPD-ret @anota41]

@NoDMsPerfavore Absolutely

[@NYCDHSPD-ret @anota41]

@NoDMsPerfavore Paranoid

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The most unsettling thing about training properly is how little it hurts.

You do your handful of heavy sets. Each is genuinely hard for the few reps it lasts, and then it is over. You rack the weight, rest a full few minutes, do it again. Forty minutes later you are walking out breathing normally, barely damp, entirely intact.

And the brain panics. That was too easy. Where was the suffering. Where was the two-hour grind, the pool of sweat, the crawl to the car, the soreness that used to reassure you the session counted. Surely something this comfortable cannot be working.

This is the exact feeling that keeps people trapped in junk volume for years. It is rarely bad information that holds them there. It is the discomfort of a productive session that stubbornly refuses to feel productive. So they add sets to buy back the suffering, because the suffering felt like proof.

The weights are the proof. They went up again this week, quietly, while you were busy missing the pain.

The muscle does not grow from how hard the session felt. It has never once asked how you felt about it.