I am going on a personal crusade to normalize male centric romance. Because unironically, no jokes, it's not even comparable to female romance in terms of degeneracy! Men were the romantic gender all long! And women no more then BEASTS!
Confidence doesn't come from believing in yourself. It comes from having done the uncomfortable thing enough times that your nervous system stops flagging it as an emergency. Because nothing is actually hard, it's just unfamiliar.
you can't watch memes until 16, but you can sterilize yourself at 11
you can't carry a swiss knife, but you can carry a "ceremonial" dagger if you are sikh
you get arrested for a tweet but let go with a warning for gang rape
at this point the uk is a fourth world country
“I am personally proud of the holocaust of Gaza, and that 80 years from now, they will tell their grandchildren what the Jews did,”
—The Israeli Minister of Social Equality.
Searchable Database to see if your church is targeted by the Israeli Gov!
I’ve posted a lot about this & created a google spreadsheet of the churches. Now, a good samaritan created a searchable database with contact info & email template to communicate with targeted churches.
Today we salute you, Mr. Gas Generator Tesla Owner.
You dropped serious money on an electric car, then immediately solved range anxiety the old-fashioned way — by towing a roaring Honda generator behind it.
Stuck in Texas traffic on I-10? No problem. Just fire up the fossil fuel and let ‘er charge while you roll. Pure electric… with a side of gasoline.
Real Men of Genius.
In 2011, Marcin Kasprzak lured his partner Michelina into the woods near Huddersfield, England. He used a stun gun on her, bound her with packing tape, sealed her inside a cardboard box and buried her alive in a shallow grave beneath an 88-pound log.
Michelina was the mother of a three-year-old son named Jakub. As dirt fell onto the box above her, she thought of him and refused to give up.
She had been wearing the diamond engagement ring Marcin had given her. Using its sharp edges, she worked through her restraints. After roughly an hour of struggle inside the buried box, she clawed her way out of the grave and survived.
Marcin Kasprzak was convicted and sentenced to 20 years in prison.
She survived being buried alive because she would not stop fighting for her son.
If you understood Talmudic Judaism, you’d understand that “their wrath” isn’t something so easily given up for sportsmanship or geopolitical partnership. Wrath is ingrained in their religious identity.
In their “Passover Meal” (the one Rabbis invented after 70AD), their most sacred ritual of worship, they literally drink to the damnation of Rome (symbolic of Europe and Christianity) between the third and fourth cup of the Seder.
They’ve replaced the imprecations towards Egypt and Pharoah in their liturgy with whatever nation they’re angry at, at the moment, praying upon them divine curses in the synagogues.
Their daily Aleinu prayer, specifically the second paragraph, prays for the damnation of the goy - and that’s us. It’s prayed thrice daily (Shacharit, Mincha, Maariv).
Their Birkat HaMinim prayer, also prayed three times daily, embedded inside the Amidah, prays damnation on Jews who become Christians.
When Jews pray for the invocation and inauguration of the Messianic age, they’re asking for all the goyim of the world to perish. The Jewish god is one who proves His love for the Jews by literally killing everyone else on earth, except for those who will be spared for slave labor, 2800 goyim servants for every Jew.
This is why the Israelis wrath can’t take a break for a peace process to commence. For them, war is worship. Bloodshed in war has taken the atoning role of bloodshed on the altar, which is long removed. The blood of bulls and goats is replaced with that of goyim nations. War is sacred. Every battle, every bomb, every missile is incense.
The UK’s puberty blocker trial is a textbook example of what Dr. Harriet Hall called Tooth Fairy Science: research conducted on a phenomenon without ever questioning whether the phenomenon exists.
Hall explained that researchers could collect data that are reproducible and statistically significant on how much money the Tooth Fairy leaves, which coins she prefers, whether she pays more for molars, or when the child leaves a note — but without asking whether the Tooth Fairy exists, the entire endeavour is meaningless.
Over the next three years and beyond, the NHS will medicalise “trans kids” and meticulously gather data on bone density, the psychological effects of puberty suppression, and body-image satisfaction.
But all the results will be meaningless because they’re studying something that doesn’t exist.
Ethical research would begin at the same place, with the young person’s adoption of a transgender identity and the diagnosis of “gender incongruence,” but it would travel in the opposite direction.
Instead of accepting a culturally-influenced identity as a condition in need of medical treatment, meaningful research would investigate what ordinary developmental struggles are being misread by so many young people growing up in this era saturated with the messaging of trans activism.
It would investigate which cultural messages are disrupting identity formation and distorting the adolescent’s sense of self, driving the widespread adoption of this fashionable identity.
Studying "trans kids" and "children with gender incongruence" is as pointless as studying the Tooth Fairy.
The woman in this painting is not touching the man she loves. She is tracing his shadow on the wall. And according to legend, this exact gesture is how the art of drawing was born...
The painting is The Shadow, made in 1909 by the English artist Edmund Blair Leighton, who built his career on richly detailed scenes of the medieval world.
A knight in chain mail stands in profile against a castle wall. Below, in the harbor, his ship is waiting. He is leaving for war, and both of them know he may not return. In the fading light, the woman who loves him carefully draws the outline of the shadow he casts on the stone.
Leighton took the idea from an ancient Greek story recorded by the Roman writer Pliny the Elder. In it, a young woman of Corinth, the daughter of a potter named Butades, was about to be parted from the man she loved as he left for war. By lamplight, she traced the outline of his shadow on the wall, so that she would still have something of him while he was gone. Pliny tells this story as the origin of art itself: the first drawing ever made, born from a woman's fear of losing someone.
And that is what makes this painting painfully beautiful: a shadow is the most fragile thing in the world, it cannot be held, it cannot be kept, and the moment the light or the man moves, it is gone. She knows this, and she traces it anyway, trying to preserve something that is already in the act of disappearing.
Because the hardest moment is often not the goodbye itself, but the instant just before it, when the person is still there, still warm, still casting a shadow on the wall, and you realize you have already begun to lose them. Sometimes love becomes a memory even while the person you love is still standing in front of you...
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