Once in a while enter facebook to fully comprehend the magnitude of the damage Mark Zuckerberg has inflicted on Africa. The brain rot facebook has occasioned on this continent will take at least a century to reverse.
Anytime I enter Facebook, I’m reminded that the work we have to do is still plenty.
E no go better for Mark with him potato head.
Brown sheep: Who’s God?
Black Sheep: “God is a shepherd”
White Sheep: So he could be our shepherd?
Black Sheep: “No, because he’s also a lamb”
And
“He’s also invisible and made of bread and they eat him on sundays”
White Sheep: Poor god.
What a dialogue
Rest in peace, Victor Willis. 🕊️ The legendary lead singer of the Village People and the voice behind "Y.M.C.A.," "Macho Man," and "In the Navy" has passed away at 74. His powerful vocals defined the disco era and created anthems that will play forever.
Thank you for the music. 🚔🎤 #VictorWillis #VillagePeople #RIP
Women are the pioneers of evil because they are natural rebels. They are drawn toward desire before duty, impulse before discipline, pleasure before principle. Because they're highly sexual and sexuality rewards transgression. The forbidden is more exciting than the permitted, temptation more intoxicating than restraint. Because of this, women experience morality as their greatest enemy rather than as a guide.
The moment a society that takes women seriously stops distinguishing between good and evil, noble and corrupt, virtue and vice, it begins its own destruction. Women are the primary force behind this dissolution because they instinctively resist judgment, hierarchy, exclusion, and discrimination. They want everything accepted, everything validated, everything included, everything permitted.
But discrimination is not hatred. It is intelligence. Every functioning mind discriminates between truth and falsehood, health and poison, loyalty and betrayal. The ability to discriminate is what makes judgment possible. The inability to discriminate is not compassion; it is intellectual weakness.
When good and bad are treated as equal, as women do, the good are insulted. Every sacrifice becomes meaningless. Every act of restraint becomes foolish. Every person who chose duty over pleasure is told that his suffering was no more valuable than the indulgence of those who chose the opposite path. Evil and good are treated the same, and that is when things start to go wrong.
Goodness is expensive. Evil is pleasurable. Virtue demands sacrifice. Vice demands surrender. When a culture rewards both equally, virtue carries a double burden: it pays the cost and receives none of the respect. Eventually, people stop being good. And when everybody chooses evil, things become far worse for everyone, especially for women, who take pleasure in mocking morality while remaining unaware that morality is the very thing that keeps them safe and respected.
This is also how civilizations decay. Not because evil defeats good, but because people stop believing there is a difference between them. Once all standards are dissolved, all judgments condemned, and all hierarchies attacked, the very forces that created order lose the will to defend it.
A society survives only as long as it is willing to say that some things are better than others, some actions are nobler than others, and some ways of living are superior to others. The day it loses the courage to make those distinctions, decline becomes inevitable.
I’m in disbelief… still desperate to think this is part of an elaborate prank. That seems like something he’d do, right? The truth is, no matter how desperate I am to not believe it, my friend Oliver has passed away.
Oliver was such a unique soul, he had an ability that was unmatched by anyone else I know; to make friends in all corners of the world. Sincere friendship too, not just internet friendships of convenience.
He was one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. His style of self-deprecation was universal. Every media appearance he’s ever done was hilarious, refreshing and unique in a way that only he could bring.
He was a true artist, in every sense of the word. Everything he brought into the world, he brought with his true self. Every time he would come on our show, it would involve weeks of lengthy conversations of planning and brainstorming. Ordinary was never an option. It had to be the best possible appearance. And it always was.
Music and film were his true passions. He produced every music video, every song with every ounce of his soul. He spent every dime to bring his vision to life. He had no use for money beyond what it could do to improve his art. He used to laugh about how he annoyed his label because he was always hitting them up for cash advances for his next big project.
His support team was composed of his childhood friends, proof that he was the type of person that was fiercely loyal to those he loved. The type of genuine person that kept the same friends for life. And he was always adding more and more friends along the way.
He spent the last year traveling the world. Traveling across every inch. Visiting places I would never dream of going. He wanted to know the world and all its people, all the different types of ways people lived, so he could become an even more profound artist. I could see him evolving, growing, maturing, and the essence of what he collected was clear: love, friendship, art. All the things that transcended borders and time. Last we spoke, he was planning to go to Antarctica.
“I totally get it if you can’t but it will be really special and would mean the world if you came through! Would love to see you both.”
That was the last thing he ever said to me. He was having an album release party. We didn’t make it.
Everything he touched was better for it. Every person he met was more whole for it. As a person, I’ve lost a dear friend and collaborator. But the real tragedy is that the world lost a true artist, a passionate and gifted story teller, and a radiant light that shined upon so many of us. His light is now extinguished and my life, and the world, is darker for it.
I hope I can be more like Oliver Tree when I grow up. Bon voyage, my friend. See you on the other side. Life goes on and on and on without you.