@APolux@elephant_aue БРАТИ, Я СЬОГОДНІ ЙШОВ КОРОТШЕ ПО ЖЕШУВУІ І ПОБАЧИВ ПОЛЯКА В МАЙЦІ З "АК", НУ Я ПІДСКОЧИВ ТА РІЗКО ПЕРЕЇБАВ ЙОМУ У ЖУРЕК З ВЕРТУШКИ І КРИКНУВ "НЕ ��ЮБЛЮ ПОЛЯКІВ ", ТОМУ ЩО Я ВЧАДІВ ПО ОУН-УПА, БРАТИ ДУХ СТАРОЇ УКРАЇНИ ЖИВЕ ТІЛЬКИ НА КАНАДЩИНІ, ДЕ ЇБАШАТЬСЯ ПО ХАРДКОРУ
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
Pope Leo XIV: "Among these ideologies, I consider particularly insidious the one that suggests that every person must earn or justify his or her own worth, to the point of attributing greater value to those who are more efficient or effective. From this perspective, persons end up being reduced to a means of achieving results, a resource to be used and exploited, and are no longer recognized as a proper end in themselves who should never be instrumentalized. The value of persons, however, does not depend on what they achieve or produce. There are rights that apply to everyone simply by virtue of being human, and no human power can legitimately deny or arbitrarily limit them." #MagnificaHumanitas
"We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words has been played out.
The atoms don't form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughter."
mY tEsLa iS sElF dRiViNg
This is ancient technology. Nothing new. My Dad's 94 Toyota had self driving capabilities.
It was called "cruise control".
All you did was flip the switch and then let Jesus take the wheel.
Sometimes we ran over pedestrians, drove on the sidewalk, sped through red lights, but God dammit it WORKED. We didn't need any "government" telling us how to cruise
I know it seems reductive to say that new right politics are just sexual politics, the politics of sexual frustration and impotence, but it’s true, and you see it on display whenever white women are the subjects of their ire. It’s distinct from more traditional conservatism, in which the sexes have different but complementary roles and are still regarded as moral equals. This is not that. It’s just pure and cold scorn and revulsion. But these people are, thankfully, too cowardly to act out their violent fantasies toward women. So instead they goon to the thought of women being hurt or even killed for stepping out of line.