🇬🇧 Bodycam footage has been released showing Henry Nowak begging for an ambulance before being handcuffed behind his back.
Nowak: "I've been stabbed"
Officer: "I don't think you have mate"
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The tempo of surface reality now exceeds the human capacity to process it.
Narrative cycles have compressed from years, to months, to days & so on..
From here on out, if the trend persists, most people will increasingly spend their lives reacting to stimuli that are already obsolete by the time they register.
Hyper attention leads to distraction.
@mahasr199 When the British (and Americans) came to the middle east in the 70s with their petro extraction tech, turned them all into anglophiles (and fostered latent insecurity), which is why they've been buying racehorses, real estate, art, and all the high status culture ever since.
once per month i allow myself to enter into an alternate personality i refer to as “the monkey” in which i give in to all of my ape brain desires without personal judgment or fear of consequence. often this ends with me going to mcdonalds and eating a 20 piece nugget and 2 big macs in my car in the parking lot but on particularly autistic occasions i tend to freestyle.
tonight was one of my “monkey nights” and my biological requirement for subway was irresistible. i drove 45 minutes out of town as i knew my behavior would be unacceptable.
it was here i made my move. the sandwich artist had never been through an employee training module to prepare him for this terror.
entering the establishment, i initially confirmed that i was the only patron. i then approached the counter, my eyes glazed over.
i did not speak. i did not make any facial expressions. i simply pointed at each item that i desired. the sandwich artist did not understand.
i point to the bread. he approaches it. “this one sir?”
i flick my wrist slightly to the left. i have clearly indicated an italian footlong. i hold my pose, continuing to point at the bread until he correctly identifies it.
he brings the bread to the condiments. I point again. he hesitates. his arm lurches forward, then just as quickly returns, guarded to his chest.
he is on the defensive. i have not blinked nor spoken a single word. “what meat would you like tonight?”
his training has overridden his fight or flight instinct. i point to the beef. his hand hovers over it. he reaches in and grabs his first handful. i continue to point. he places the handful on the bread. i continue to point. his arm reaches back to the meat in its tin container.
“you want double?” i can hear the fear in his voice. i point at the meat. he grabs the meat and places it again upon the sandwich.
i point next to the cheese. he moves to the cheese. he does not ask which cheese. he belongs to me now. his hand maneuvers over the swiss. well done.
i point next to the onions. he looks at me for a moment. a pregnant pause. he seems to want to speak. but he doesn’t. he is the monkey now with me. he grabs the onions.
i lower my hand. he waits motionless. i lift my other arm and point to the oven. i betray nothing with my stare. my posture is strong. my deltoid is flexed effortlessly to extend my arm, merely a vessel to communicate what my brain so desires.
he understands me explicitly. he moves to the oven. i move two steps to the right, down the assembly line. there is nobody else in this store. he is aware of the danger he faces.
i continue to point at my desired toppings. upon completion of the sandwich, there is tension in the air. irrelevant to my desires. i approach the cash register. i then double back to the beginning of the line. i point at the sugar cookie. he approaches the cookies.
he grasps the chocolate chip cookie. in an instant, i have transformed my pointing hand into a thumbs down. he gasps. he drops the cookie as if it were molten rock. i walk calmly back to the register.
i pay $25 for a sandwich and a cookie. i leave no tip.
i leave the store in silence and drive home listening to ben folds five. it is only after fully ingesting the sandwich that i realize i pointed silently at my doorman instead of greeting him upon entering my apartment. i lock my doors and play kingdom come deliverance 2 while wearing silk underwear
Whether it's communists, grifters or pedophiles pretending to be christians, you will always find Christians denouncing and criticizing them publicly and willing to expose their hypocrisy.
You almost never see this with the followers of any other religion.
Christ is King.