@MattWalshBlog The Matt Walsh and MAGA conservatives show their real heart more and more. Legal immigration to them is not good. Why you ask? Because they don't want brown skin people. No to Africa, South and Central America & Asia. They couch it in terms of "culture", but that is their heart.
@Justin_Story_@CatoInstitute Or just follow the law that congress passed which legally allows those visitors to LEGALLY adjust status. Why can't they be allowed to follow the law? Congress passed it. Trump is trying to revoke the will of congress. The law allows them to stay and adjust. Immigration law 101
Dostoevsky understood the modern crisis before it became normal. A man can study truth, praise progress, and speak about humanity while still failing to help the child standing in front of him.
This is the central wound inside Fyodor Dostoevsky’s short story, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man.
The man had spent years thinking about life, yet he had no strength left to live it. One winter night, after sitting with friends who spoke grandly about truth and progress, he walked home with a revolver waiting in his room. He had decided that this would be his last night.
On the way, a little girl grabbed his coat. She was wet, frightened, and begging for help. Her mother was sick. The man understood enough to know she needed him, yet he pushed her away and told her to find the police. When she kept pleading, he shouted at her. She ran off into the cold.
He reached his room, sat before the revolver, and prepared to die. Then the girl’s face returned to him. Her fear disturbed him. Her pain followed him into the silence. He wondered why guilt still hurt if life had no meaning.
Then he fell asleep.
In the dream, he saw himself dead. A bright being lifted him from his grave and carried him beyond the stars to another world. The people there looked human, yet they lived without greed, envy, lies, or cruelty. They loved naturally. They had no need to explain happiness because they lived inside it.
Then he corrupted them. One lie led to another. Pride entered. Envy followed. Soon they competed, deceived, punished, and killed. When he begged them to remember who they had once been, they mocked him. They said they had science, knowledge, and the laws of happiness. They believed understanding happiness mattered more than happiness itself.
He woke at six in the morning. The revolver still sat before him. He threw it away.
The dream had given him a task. He would find the little girl. He would tell people the truth. They would call him ridiculous again, but this time he knew something they had forgotten.
A life without love can know everything and still understand nothing.
Dostoevsky’s lesson attacks one of the modern world’s favorite lies that knowledge alone can save us.
The man in the story has thought about life so much that he has stopped living it. He can judge society, expose hypocrisy, and explain despair, yet one suffering child reveals the poverty of his soul. That is the force of the story.
A little girl does what philosophy cannot do. She brings him back to responsibility.
The dream shows the same truth on a larger scale. A perfect world falls when deceit enters it, then its people begin to defend corruption. They suffer, yet call their suffering wisdom. They lose happiness, then comfort themselves with theories about happiness.
Dostoevsky noticed that a civilization can become brilliant and still become cruel. It can build systems, write laws, praise progress, and lose the simple moral instinct that tells a man to help a child in the rain.
His final lesson is severe and necessary. Truth begins with love in action.
Love begins with the person in front of you. That is why the ridiculous man becomes wise. He stops studying life from outside and accepts the burden of living it.
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@barstoolsports He is going to fit in so well with all those rural white east Texas boys. One of their cheers is literally "farmers fight". Good luck big fella.
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@wil_da_beast630 Wilfred, you ever have masked law enforcement surround you or your car for no reason and demand identification or proof you are a USC? I'm sure you've experienced some racism, but don't act like that is the same as what is going on.
New research from the University of Texas shows that all the justifications for mutilating children were lies. They analyzed more than 100,000 patients with gender dysphoria, and looked at the outcomes for those who received surgery vs. those who didn't.
Depression, anxiety, suicidal feelings and drug abuse were all "significantly higher" for those who received surgery compared to those who didn't.
Let's repeat that: Treating gender dysphoria with sex change surgery was linked with drastically WORSE mental health outcomes.
Phony doctors belong in prison for what they did to our children.
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@libsoftiktok Or maybe they didn't think merely being accused (not even convicted) of stealing a pack of gum should be a mandatory detention offense. It wasn't a smart of great piece of legislation. Overly broad and overly reactionary. Not a reflection of our due process system.
This is an unbelievable story. I was reading accounts of the veterans of the Battle of San Jacinto and pondering how incredibly filled with hardship the lives of so many of them were. Consider Jesse Burnam's account of his life in Kentucky and Texas before San Jacinto. Can you imagine living this way? As always, any mistakes in this transcription are mine.
"In my 20th year [1811 in Kentucky] I married an orphan girl named Temperance Baker. I was still poor. I made rails for a jackleg blacksmith and had him to make me three knives and forks and I put handles to them. My wife sold the stockings she was married in - made by her own hands - for a set of plates and spun and wove cloth for sheets and tick for feathers. I traded for a small piece of land and then we were ready for housekeeping. We used gourds for cups. In my 22d year I went into the war of 1812. John Hutcheson was my captain and Col. John Coffee commanded the brigade. During this campaign I contracted a disease and the physicians advised me to seek a warmer climate.
I started with nine families besides my own and settled on the Red River at Pecan Point. From there I went to the interior of Texas, stopping for a few months where Independence now is. I had three horses and brought what I could on them, my wife bringing her spinning wheel and weaving apparatus. We got out of bread before we stopped. Being too feeble to hunt, I employed an old man to keep me in meat. I had fixed up a camp so that my family could be comfortable. My man failed to kill a deer and we were out of food for two days. At last I heard one of my children say "I am so hungry." I had been lying there hoping to hear the old man's gun. I was too feeble to hunt but I got up and began to fix my gun slowly. I listened all the time f or the old man's gun. I didn't feel as though I could walk but I started on my first hunt. I had not gone far when I saw two deer, a fawn and its mother. I shot the fawn first, knowing the doe would not run far; then I shot and killed her. "Oh ho!" said I "two deer in one day and my first hunt."
I took the fawn to camp to my hungry children and took William, my oldest boy, and a horse after the doe. My wife dressed a skin and made William a shirt but it lacked one sleeve, so she dressed the fawn skin that day and made the other sleeve. It was while camped at Independence that I saw my first Indian. I went out to kill a deer and had killed one and was butchering it when an Indian came up and wanted to take it from me. I would not let him have it but got it on my back the best I could and started for camp. The Indian began to yell, I suppose for help, but I would have died rather than give the deer up. I thought if there was only one I would put my knife in him and save my gun for another. I walked along as fast as I could, he pulling at the deer and making signs that he wanted it on his back. I could not put it down to rest, so I walked into a gully and rested it on a bank, the Indian all the time making frightful threats and grimaces. Oh, but I was mad!
When I got to camp it was full of Indians and everyone had been dividing meat with them. I told them I would not give them a piece to save my life and that if the Indian came about me I would kill him. I stayed in that camp four or five months, and then moved down on the Colorado to what is now the John Holman plantation. It was the league that Austin had surveyed for me, my name being the thirteenth on the list of Austin's Colony. All the colony had moved further down, so it was the highest upon the river of any of the settlements, and most exposed to Indians. All my neighbors moved down for protection, and at last I had to go, but did not stay long, I went back and built me a block house to fight from.
It was at this place I had my trouble with the Indians in recovering the horses they tried to carry off. We were still out of bread, and it had been nine months since we had seen any. A man from lower down the country came up and told me that he had corn that he had planted with a stick. There were no hoes nor plows in the colony. I gave him a horse for twenty bushels and went sixty miles after it with two horses, and brought eight bushels back. I walked and led my horse. I had prepared a mortar before I left home to beat it in, and a sieve made of deer skin stretched over a hoop and with holes punched in it. I had always young men about me for protection, and they would generally beat the corn. Then we would have to be very saving, of course, and were allowed only one piece of bread around. During the time I was without bread, a man stayed all night with us who had just come to the country. He had some crackers and gave the children some. My son [not realizing the round crackers were edible because he'd never seen crackers before] took his out in the yard, made him a little wagon and used the crackers for wheels. Our honey we kept in a deer skin, for we had no jars, jugs, nor cans. I would take the skin off a deer whole, except having to cut it around the neck and legs, and would tie the holes up very tight. Then I would hang it up by the four legs, and we had quite a nice can, which we always kept pretty well filled.
About this time my oldest daughter’s dresses were worn out before we could get any cotton to spin, and she wore a dress of dressed buckskin. I never wore a deerskin shirt, though there were many that did. I had pants and a hunting shirt made of deer skin. My wife colored the skin brown and fringed the hunting shirt, and it was considered the nicest suit in the colony."
---- Capt. Jesse Burnham, as related by his daughter Sada Burnham and published in a July, 1901 article in the Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association.
Shown here: the grave of Jesse Burnham near Marble Falls. The inscription is fantastic: "Capt. Jesse Burnam…participated in the Battle of New Orleans under Gen. Jackson Jan 8, 1815; one of the first thirteen of Austin's Colony to Texas 1821; he whose merit deserves a temple has scarcely found a grave in the annals of Texas history."
Jesse was born into extreme poverty in 1792 and died in 1883. In between he fathered 16 children, 4 of whom died in childhood. He left a ranch that has now been in the Burnam family for 150+ years.
@terryrus99@theepicmap The Comanches who ruled most of Texas and terrorized everyone, other Indians/settlers alike, were one of the most savage/murderous peoples to ever exist. They killed, enslaved & stole with no remorse. Texans did the world (including other Indians who fought with Texans) a favor
@theophilus49@theepicmap Texans won their Independence without help from the US government. And the men (Texans/Tejanos) who fought against Mexico for Independence were both white and Mexican fighting together.
@theepicmap That might be the most factually incorrect description of (1) why Mexico invited Americans into Texas to settle it, and (2) why Texans revolted (along with numerous other Mexican states). The idea it was over slavery is wrong and simply revisionist history. Be better.
Texas stories deserve a Texas backdrop. That’s why I teamed up with Dennis Quaid, Woody Harrelson, Billy Bob Thornton, and Renée Zellweger for True to Texas. It’s time to bring film and TV productions home!