@0x49fa98 The scale at which every engine of our government and economy has been turned towards the explicit advantaging of foreigners over the domestic population is staggering now that the cover is being pulled back.
Billions of dollars stolen from Americans, spent to impoverish them.
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.
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.
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Brothers, I have an announcement!
Last week, I married my girlfriend 💍
I want to show my wife just how many brothers are celebrating with us, so if you could help me out with a like or repost, I’d really appreciate it 😂
Thank you all for your support!
Last year I snapped and finally researched this so I could prove definitively to every shitlib I knew what a fake and gay hoax it all was.
Ground penetrating radar is most accurate in dense, solid materials like granite. It works poorly the looser and wetter the soil is. The alleged mass grave site was IN A FUCKING ORCHARD. The technology never could generate conclusive proof of what this retarded dumb bitch anthropologist was claiming. But within three days of the """"discovery"""" Trudeau trips over himself to apologize on behalf of White people and lowers the flag to half mast, the TRC concludes that the residential school program constituted an attempt "Cultural Genocide" (FUCK OFF). More fake discoveries were announced with body counts pulled out of thin air. NOT A SINGLE BODY HAS BEEN DUG UP to this day.
And yet despite ALL OF THIS I still cannot get it through the impenetrably thick skulls of my worthless family that this is made up. They will make endless excuses for the poor fucking natives. Oh well there could be bodies! They just haven't dug them up because the sites are sacred! Eat shit and die. If you are too fucking braindead to see that this entire narrative is blood libel against White people (YOU ARE WHITE) you do not deserve to inherit this country.
I believe we need to institute a “don’t ask/don’t tell” style rule for being European. Like sure yeah whatever you can’t help it and deep down you know it would be better if you weren’t like that, so just don’t talk about it ok?
For some reason no one ever talks about what may actually be Hayden Christensen's finest acting moment in the prequels, where he subtly but extremely realistically portrays every stage of a beleaguered man feeling the urge for domestic violence suddenly rising within him, and then heroically forcing it back down.
The argument against zeroing out taxes for the bottom half is that they would then have no skin in the game and any tax increase for the bands above them would seem to be a pure benefit—it’s always easier to tax some else.
Result: higher taxes and spending, same problem as now.
I should be able to afford to force a third worlder to make me a high quality, healthy meal at least once a day on what I make in my 6 hour shift at Starbucks, suggesting otherwise is deranged.
What else are we importing so many of them for?
@Dagny1066@RobProvince "Buying the cheapest chicken ass and pig lips scrap meat is NORMAL. Actually good deli meat for lunch everyday is extravagant. Always was, always will be almost regardless of income"
The disinfo campaigns against @Flock_Safety are the same ones now being used against datacenters: fear, distortion, and outright lies pushed by wealthy activists insulated from the consequences.
Flock doesn’t spy on citizens or sell your data. Datacenters aren’t a societal evil. But the consequences of these campaigns are real: less safe cities, weaker American competitiveness, and fewer jobs and opportunities for the communities that need them most.
Last night, Austin suffered another horrific mass shooting after canceling its Flock contract. Last week, Cleveland killed a $1.6B datacenter project after a misinformation-fueled backlash. Different industries. Same anti-technology, anti-growth politics.
The wealthy people pushing these narratives still live behind gates and hire private security. Public safety technology like Flock is what makes safety more equitable for everyone else. That’s the real loss.
This door in Westminster Abbey, London is:
Older than the Incan empire
Older than the Aztec empire
Older than the Maori in NZ
Older than the Zulu in SA
Older than the Lakota in the Plains
Older than Islam in India
Older than the Turks in Turkey
Older than Horses in America
If you're living through a great decline, how should you personally live and act in the midst of it?
This is the question at the heart of "The Lord of the Rings," and it's best answered by the scene following the death of Boromir.
After Boromir gives his life to save the Hobbits from Saruman's Orcs, the Fellowship is in tatters. With time against them, Merry and Pippin swept away by the enemy, and Frodo passing out of their control, Aragorn and company make a decision that seems strange.
They pause to mourn Boromir's passing with a proper ritual.
To many readers, this feels entirely reckless. Their "best" course of action is surely to prioritize what is most urgent: that the fate of their quest hangs in the balance. We recognize that, in any "normal" context, it would be wrong to let Boromir's body lie out in the open, but the nature of their mission surely doesn’t allow for the luxury of a funeral — right?
But the fact that abandoning Boromir's body is wrong in normal times is precisely why it is wrong even now. At the heart of LOTR is the idea that moral decisions lie beyond their immediate context: some things just are wrong and others right, and once context becomes an arbiter of that distinction, you've lost your grip on what it means to be good.
Aragorn's next statement helps us understand this further:
"I would have guided Frodo to Mordor and gone with him to the end; but if I seek him now in the wilderness, I must abandon the captives to torment and death. My heart speaks clearly at last: the fate of the Bearer is in my hands no longer."
Aragorn makes yet another decision to halt progress on the greater mission in favor of that which speaks directly to his heart: he will pursue Merry and Pippin, rather than sacrifice them for the "more important" quest.
Tolkien's heroes recognize that they are not in control of everything. They cannot force the Ring to be unmade through their own will to power, and they're aware that their universe is guided by forces beyond their own and of their enemies. All they do is done in that humility, and they are bound by moral laws beyond themselves.
Indeed, Middle-earth is guided not just by the opposing wills of Good and Evil but by another, providential force beyond the material.
It is precisely because Tolkien's heroes believe in objective good that they can trust that a great, providential turn in fortune — a "eucatastrophe" — is around the corner. To believe in the objective good is to live in accordance with destiny, and to act on what is inherently good at all times, and to die for it if necessary.
To live in submission to divine providence is to recognize that the right actions also lie in the little things, and that you yourself play only a small part in the grand story.
A good world is brought into being by small acts of courage and kindness, even when they seem superfluous in the wider context of your quest...
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