Prison itself is a relatively recent innovation. @CovfefeAnon has written a ton about this: I'll link one of his threads in the replies.
Prior to the 1700s, criminals were either executed or exiled. Incarceration was used almost entirely to hold convicts until they were sentenced. Violent offenders were hanged, non-violent ones were told to GTFO of Dodge within ten days on pain of death. Britain shipped convicts to the Thirteen Colonies prior to the Revolution and Australia afterwards. (Aside: it's funny that Australians puff themselves up over being descended from "convicts." The majority of convicts sent to Australia were from debtors' prisons, the white equivalent of Kool-Aid pineapple enthusiasts.)
Exile was considered tantamount to death throughout most of human history. It meant being stripped of your possessions, permanently separated from your friends and family, and cast into foreign lands where you would be viewed with suspicion at best, where you could not speak the local language. THE SONG OF THE CID starts with El Cid's anguish at being unjustly exiled for this reason; he was booted out of Castile after being accused of robbing the king.
The modern prison system was intended to reform criminals into productive citizens, hence the name "penitentiary": to repent. It only works in a limited number of cases. Libtards have worsened the problem with their anti-death penalty campaigning in one of their longest running motte-and-bailey operations. "Life imprisonment is punishment enough!" Except that libtards also campaign to abolish life imprisonment and have already succeeded in places like Norway, where 21 years is the maximum sentence a judge can hand out.
A rational society would have tried Karmelo Anthony within a week of his crime, then dragged him behind a woodshed and put one in his skull. Just look at him. Zero empathy, zero remorse. The kind of sociopath who was common in Europe before centuries of executing or exiling criminals made it safe. Even a life sentence couldn't teach this freak empathy. He is societal dead weight.
No more cushy Club Fed prisons for rapists and murderers. Time to take a page out of Stolypin's book and letting military tribunals get rid of people like this. A few more Karmelo Anthonys in shallow graves and "changing consumer habits" will change for the better.
USA. They sell food here in the sizes of war. A single jar of mayonnaise as large as my helmet. I bought two. One must always keep a reserve.
I entered a hall so vast it had weather. Shelves to the heavens. And upon them, no small things. No humble portions. Everything sized as if for a siege.
A bag of rice I could not lift alone. A tower of paper as tall as a child. Forty-eight of one thing, ninety of another, a vat of oil that could float a boat. And the people pushed carts the size of carriages, loading them as if the snows were coming and would not leave for years.
I understood at once, and I was moved to my core.
For it is written that a house is judged not in its feasting but in its famine — by whether, when the long winter comes, it can feed its own without bowing to any lord. This nation does not shop. This nation provisions. Every family a fortress, stocked to outlast a siege that is not coming, has never come, and against which they remain magnificently, gloriously prepared.
So I provisioned. I filled a carriage-cart to the brim. Rice for a regiment. The helmet of mayonnaise, and its reserve. Enough paper to write the history of the world. Twice.
And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not:
"Let the hardest winter in a thousand years descend. Let the roads vanish and the rivers freeze. I will not so much as rise from my chair — for I hold, in my garage, mayonnaise enough to outlast the apocalypse, and a man with that much mayonnaise fears no season, no army, and no god."
The woman checking receipts at the door studied my cart a long moment.
Then she smiled. "Big family?"
"Not yet," I told her, honestly.
I took my provisions home. And because no winter came — none ever does — I did the only honorable thing a man can do with a fortress full of food.
I fed the whole street.
We ate for a week. The mayonnaise held.
So tell me, America.
You call it buying in bulk. A Costco run. A little too much, as usual.
I call it every household quietly ready to survive the end of the world —
and then, when the world stubbornly refuses to end,
throwing a feast instead.
Yes, "Just work harder and save more" is an excuse, not an answer.
Millennials save more than their parents did.
They forfeit more vacation time than previous generations.
Yet buying a typical home now takes about 5x more hours of work than it did in the 1970s.
Today, we remember a legend.
On this day in history, Harambe would have celebrated another birthday. An icon that became part of internet history, American culture, and an entire generation’s timeline.
Tomorrow marks 10 years since we lost him. Ten years since the moment the world stopped scrolling and collectively mourned something bigger than a meme.
He became a symbol of loyalty, strength, chaos, unity, and the strange beauty of the internet bringing millions of people together for one cause: never forgetting Harambe.
Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. And somehow, a decade later, his legacy still lives on.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Rest easy to a true patriot. 🕊️🇺🇸
May 27, 1999 — May 28, 2016
Forever in our hearts.
It’s imperative that we revert to STANDARD, not Daylight time, for two reasons, one of which you may have never considered.
You know the first: solar noon is closest to 12 o’clock all year. That means an equal number of hours before and after noon each day.
This also means earlier sunrises which are significantly better for establishing a healthy circadian rhythm.
The second reason is that nearly ONE THIRD of US counties are in the wrong timezone.
A significant swath of the country isn’t only an artificial hour ahead because of daylight time… but TWO HOURS ahead of true solar time.
Year-round daylight time, especially without recalibrating time zones, would establish this error permanently, affecting millions of Americans.
We should be letting the Sun dictate the day the way God made it. Arbitrary, artificial tampering would be worse for us all.
Fix the time zones and affix standard time.
Pattern recognition time:
Republicans could lock in midterm wins the easy way — by embracing Steve Cortes’ simple message. Deport every illegal. Slash legal immigration to a trickle.
Supply and demand fixes wages, and it protects the wild spaces and values we’re importing away.
Instead, they fumble basics like the SAVE Act and do… nothing.
Are they playing to lose?
Or just stuck in old defaults?
Time to primary the RINOs and elect winners who get it.
Supporting mass deportations isn’t radical — it’s obvious pattern recognition.
Winners see the system and act.
It’s actually very easy to win if you choose to.
Fwiw basically nobody in the tech industry has these views about immigrants even if they are concerned about the very real problem of ethnic cliques at big companies
It’s almost entirely a group of very loud internet chuds
nuclear trained sailors average 12-36 weeks of training and they’re fine.
the grift of ‘we need foreign talent’ is treasonous lies.
any 16-36 american man out of nebraska can do any of these jobs you just don’t want to pay them or allow them to have families.
I am a retired software engineer who made so much money I dont have to care about anything, forever, before I was 40. I worked with our "high skilled immigration", and I dont fucking want them either, regardless of what an indian woman posing as an intellectual on twitter says.