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Converging on truth

[PoIiMath @politicalmath]

I've long thought that H1B tech hiring is basically an admission that we don't believe that education works

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@The_Real_Fly No one under the age of 70 finds this funny

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@Keefe1193 @mrsunshinebaby The most productive part of your country wants a divorce and you think they’re the losers?

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@ubersingh27 @ryangerritsen Read the room buddy

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@ubersingh27 @ryangerritsen There shouldn’t be any Punjabis in Canada

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@ubersingh27 @ryangerritsen Why are there enough Punjabis in Canada to afford their own events?

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@ubersingh27 @ryangerritsen Why are there Punjabi events in Canada?

[🇺🇸 The American Culturist 🇺🇸 @MericaCulture]

The aesthetics of the 1939 World’s Fair in New York were peak.

Walt Disney was heavily influenced by the fair’s “World of Tomorrow” theme and Spaceship Earth at EPCOT was partially inspired by the Perisphere at the fair.

It’s hard for the modern mind to comprehend the unbridled optimism of the future our society once had. It’s something we must strive to recapture.

[Daniel Roland Anderson @DRolandAnderson]

My criminal law professor gave a great lecture on the last day of the class.

He used this anecdote from Mark Twain’s “Life on the Mississippi” to warn us not to inflict our legal education upon our friends and loved ones at every opportunity.

Good advice. Great professor.

“Now when I had mastered the language of this water and had come to know every trifling feature that bordered the great river as familiarly as I knew the letters of the alphabet, I had made a valuable acquisition. But I had lost something, too.

I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived. All the grace, the beauty, the poetry had gone out of the majestic river!

I still keep in mind a certain wonderful sunset which I witnessed when steamboating was new to me. A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood; in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold, through which a solitary log came floating, black and conspicuous; in one place a long, slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water; in another the surface was broken by boiling, tumbling rings, that were as many-tinted as an opal; where the ruddy flush was faintest, was a smooth spot that was covered with graceful circles and radiating lines, ever so delicately traced; the shore on our left was densely wooded, and the somber shadow that fell from this forest was broken in one place by a long, ruffled trail that shone like silver; and high above the forest wall a clean-stemmed dead tree waved a single leafy bough that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing from the sun.

There were graceful curves, reflected images, woody heights, soft distances; and over the whole scene, far and near, the dissolving lights drifted steadily, enriching it, every passing moment, with new marvels of coloring.

I stood like one bewitched. I drank it in, in a speechless rapture. The world was new to me, and I had never seen anything like this at home.

But as I have said, a day came when I began to cease from noting the glories and the charms which the moon and the sun and the twilight wrought upon the river’s face; another day came when I ceased altogether to note them. Then, if that sunset scene had been repeated, I should have looked upon it without rapture, and should have commented upon it, inwardly, after this fashion: This sun means that we are going to have wind to-morrow; that floating log means that the river is rising, small thanks to it; that slanting mark on the water refers to a bluff reef which is going to kill somebody’s steamboat one of these nights, if it keeps on stretching out like that; those tumbling ‘boils’ show a dissolving bar and a changing channel there; the lines and circles in the slick water over yonder are a warning that that troublesome place is shoaling up dangerously; that silver streak in the shadow of the forest is the ‘break’ from a new snag, and he has located himself in the very best place he could have found to fish for steamboats; that tall dead tree, with a single living branch, is not going to last long, and then how is a body ever going to get through this blind place at night without the friendly old landmark?

No, the romance and the beauty were all gone from the river. All the value any feature of it had for me now was the amount of usefulness it could furnish toward compassing the safe piloting of a steamboat.”

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@Tablesalt13 https://t.co/uAQE6R12jC

[Jub @youcantbreak]

Is this the hardest Bober edit? 🦫

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@NatHalberstadt https://t.co/uAQE6R12jC

[Jub @youcantbreak]

Is this the hardest Bober edit? 🦫

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@JosephMooneyMP @ZoomerHistorian

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@TimHazard775 @matt_h_297 @ACC_National You don’t want to see it when those things get overpopulated. Shooting a certain amount is really helpful keeping elephant infestations down

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@chellebe @chriswarkentin Shut the fuck up

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@chellebe @chriswarkentin Having a stroke doesn’t count.

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@chellebe @chriswarkentin Then police yourself

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@chellebe @chriswarkentin Canadian brain rot continues

[Dei Civitas @DeiCivitas]

Don’t be absurd. Land acknowledgements are not respectful, honourable or appropriate.

Do you stop and recite acknowledgements of every previous owner of your house every time you enter?

It’s not simply respect and honour. It’s a cross between virtue signalling and struggle session, designed to eat away like acid at the rights of Canadians by conditioning them to see themselves as colonizers and invaders.

It’s an ideological weapon used to attack us, our rights, our property, our culture, our history, and our country.

[Trad West @trad_west_]

>Be Father Thomas Byles
>Passenger on the Titanic in 1912
>The "unsinkable" ship hits an iceberg and starts going down in the freezing Atlantic
>Absolute panic and chaos break out as people realize there aren't enough lifeboats
>You are offered a seat on a lifeboat to save yourself. >Refuse.
>You are offered a seat a second time.
>Refuse
>Instead of trying to survive, you head straight to the rear deck where the doomed passengers are trapped
>Stand completely calm amidst the absolute terror
>Spend your final hours hearing confessions, offering general absolution, and leading the people in the Rosary
>Act as a literal bridge between heaven and earth for terrified souls right up until the freezing water swallows the stern
>The ultimate display of a shepherd laying down his life for his flock

This is what heroic virtue looks like.

[Mortimer @mortimer_1]

Rich kid who rode the coattails of his dad trying to feel like he did something positive with his life.

Reality is he destroyed the economic wealth of an entire country with his ideological stupidity.

Justin Trudeau’s claim to fame will always be his black face photo