FRISCO: “They’re chimping out”
“It’s niggerdom everywhere”
Says a young female Austin Metcalf supporter outside the Collin County courthouse
after witnessing the reactions of blacks (below) out in support of Karmelo Anthony on the day of his sentencing
This is biblical.
A woman in her eighties. Ten years into Alzheimer's. Hadn't spoken a full sentence in five years.
Takes one, 5 gram dose of psilocybin.
She slept 19 hours and woke up and spoke for hours about her life, recognized family and held real conversations. She regained bladder control after five years, walked on her own. and dressed herself. Gains held for weeks.
The truth is that there are VASTLY more hate crimes, especially aggravated rape and murder, per person by Blacks against Whites than the other way around.
The is not remotely debatable, as the numbers are so extremely lopsided!
SORRY NO TRANNYS ALLOWED AT THE TOPLESS POOL PARTY 💯‼️‼️‼️✅ WE WILL BE CHECKING Adam‘s apples n STRONG FACIAL FEATURES n LARGE HANDS ✅ I tried to be respectful I said MS.
"Wow thanks for taking me to the beach! Such a perfect day for it too!"
"Yeah its nice out, for the love of god stuff your labia in your swimsuit the gulls are circling”
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.
In 1943, Swiss chemist Albert Hofmann accidentally absorbed a tiny amount of LSD through his fingertips and spent the afternoon mildly hallucinating at his desk. Three days later he accidentally took 10 times than the standard recreational dose.
He drank what he believed was a cautiously small dose, and unknowingly took ten times a modern recreational amount with no frame of reference whatsoever.
At precisely 4:20pm on April 19, Hofmann dissolved 250 micrograms in water and drank it.
By 5:00pm his lab journal entries were deteriorating. Dizziness. Anxiety. Visual disturbance. Writing became impossible.
He asked his assistant to take him home. Wartime Basel had banned private cars, so the only option was a bicycle.
He spent the ride convinced his neighbour was a witch and that he had gone permanently insane. April 19 is now celebrated annually as Bicycle Day.
Hofmann later discovered that 20 to 30 micrograms were sufficient for noticeable effects. He had taken more than twelve times that amount.
He lived to 102, took small doses for the rest of his life, and called LSD his "problem child." He never regretted discovering it.