How can you be a Christian and vote for Trump over Biden?
Because Jesus would NOT have approved of:
-More wars and global instability.
-Botched pull out from Afghanistan that ended up killing thousands.
-Gay people being pushed from rooftops by ISIS and heads cut off.
Jesus WOULD approve of:
-People of all colors and genders thriving in the best economy in 50 years pre-pandemic and optimistic future.
-Working with the Black community to create opportunity zones.
-Someone who looks out for those with the least among us.
-A person who stops N Korean missiles and then reaches out to them in peace.
Many other examples that contrast Trump with dumpster 🔥 Biden.
This is one of the best illustrations of what socialism (in any form) does to the poor. It promises a ladder of programs & benefits but can’t lift people out of poverty. No country on earth has made the poor better off under socialist governments.
Quoi qu'on en dise, s'il y a bien un mec qui a carry ces 30 dernières années, c'est Peter Thiel.
Remontez en 1987. Stanford. Une foule scande "Hey hey, ho ho, Western Culture's got to go." Jesse Jackson est dans le cortège. Résultat : l'université supprime son cours obligatoire de culture occidentale et le remplace par un programme baptisé "Cultures, Ideas, and Values" — recentré sur la race, le genre et la classe. Un gamin assiste à ça. Il a 19 ans. Il fonde un journal contrarian, le Stanford Review, pour documenter le délire. Ce gamin, c'est Thiel.
Huit ans plus tard, en 1995, il sort The Diversity Myth avec David Sacks. Et ce livre, c'est pas une tribune d'humeur.
C'est un dossier.
Des centaines de sources primaires — le Stanford Daily, les syllabus, les publications officielles.
Une autopsie clinique de la capture idéologique d'une des plus grandes universités du monde.
Ce qu'ils y documentent, lisez bien, parce qu'on est en 1995 :
La grande thèse d'abord : l'attaque ne portait pas sur la qualité des grands textes, mais sur leurs auteurs — coupables d'être du mauvais sexe, de la mauvaise race, de la mauvaise classe.
Le basculement d'un universalisme (les Lumières sont accessibles à tous) vers un particularisme identitaire. Anti-occidental, pas non-occidental.
Une guerre contre la civilisation occidentale elle-même.
Puis le concret, l'absurde, le documenté :
Shakespeare remplacé par Une Tempête d'Aimé Césaire, où Caliban devient un héros révolutionnaire. Les Confessions de saint Augustin relues comme une étude du "corps et du moi intérieur profond." La République de Platon convoquée pour illustrer les "mouvements anti-assimilationnistes."
La Déclaration des droits américaine mise sur le même plan qu'un "Car Buyer Bill of Rights" de Lee Iacocca.
Des cours intitulés "Enjeux de l'auto-défense pour les femmes." Un cours sur "la culture américaine de la drogue et de l'alcool" qui se terminait par une soirée de fin de semestre où on encourageait les étudiants à… boire et se droguer.
Un cours de gender studies au titre que je vous laisse traduire vous-mêmes.
Un "concours de notation de préservatifs" noté sur des critères comme le "goût" et le "sentiment de sécurité." L'administration qui refuse de boucher les glory holes percés dans les toilettes de la bibliothèque.
Un speech code interdisant les "mots qui blessent" — jusqu'à ce qu'il soit jugé anticonstitutionnel en 1995.
À l'époque, le président de Stanford les traite de démagogues et qualifie leur tribune au Wall Street Journal de "caricature." On en fait des pestiférés.
Trente ans plus tard, Thiel résume : presque chaque point qu'on a fait était juste.
Et c'est vrai. Ce qu'ils décrivaient en 95, on l'appelle aujourd'hui le wokisme.
Ils avaient juste vingt ans d'avance.
Cette grille, il la tient de René Girard, dont il a suivi le cours à Stanford. Théorie mimétique, désir copié, bouc émissaire. La clé de lecture de toute sa vie — Zero to One en est imbibé. Amitié à vie, il parlera à sa cérémonie d'hommage.
Et Girard, en retour, signe la préface du Diversity Myth : dénoncer le totalitarisme naissant, dit-il, est le plus haut devoir d'un intellectuel.
Voilà le pattern Thiel. Voir avant. Et prendre le max de risque pour contrer.
Toute la Silicon Valley vote Hillary. Lui monte seul sur la scène de la convention républicaine, défend Trump — "un bâtisseur" —, claque 1,25M$.
On le traite de paria, on fait pression sur YC pour qu'il le lâche.
Il s'en fout. Il avait raison là aussi.
Et aujourd'hui ? Il continue de clean le délire pièce par pièce.
Son protégé JD Vance est vice-président. Son écosystème irrigue le pouvoir.
Vingt ans d'avance. À chaque fois seul. À chaque fois raison.
@JohnathanBi Very Interesting.
I would caution that some of the “downloads” that a genius might accept could hide nefarious “malware”, to the detriment of society.
America faces more than a chronic disease epidemic that threatens our physical health. We also face a spiritual malaise that undermines our mental health.
Our children are increasingly isolated, fragmented, and anxious, spending more than 8.5 hours a day on screens.
This summer, put down the phone and reconnect with nature, family, and community. It's time to Take Back Your Health. Eat Real Food. Get Active. Together, we will Make America Healthy Again.
@mikepat711 The fact that some Democrats need to figure out a new message, shows vacuous souls that don’t have their hearts set on any foundational, universal truth, other than how to dupe naive people into voting for them.
Happy Birthday President Trump!
It’s been an honor to work for you. Thank you for your extraordinary leadership in Making America Great Again. Wishing you a wonderful 80th birthday filled with health, happiness, and continued success ahead!
All of which begs the question:
Why?
Why was the U.S. government funding dozens of biolabs around the world that were engaged in the manufacture and manipulation of infectious diseases— including the SARS-CoV-2 virus/vaccine— with little to any public knowledge let alone oversight?
Why did U.S. public health agencies willfully ignore the grave dangers of the COVID vaccines and lie to the public about their safety and effectiveness?
Why were masks— which did little if anything to mitigate transmission of the virus and possibly made it even worse— and lockdowns— which retarded the public’s ability to develop any natural herd immunity— pushed so hard as mitigation solutions?
Why were alternative COVID therapies like ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine treated as ‘conspiracy theories’ and effectively banned by authorities from use for the general public?
Last but not least, indeed most importantly, WHY did COVID appear WHEN it did— at the most opportune time to disrupt a presidential election, in particular the reelection of Trump who was well on his way to having one of the most successful first terms of any president in modern history?
The public deserves real answers to these questions and real accountability for those responsible. Anything less only ensures that this will, not could, happen again.
Every elected official in California needs to watch this. Every voter should also watch and then ask yourselves, who is responsible for California being unaffordable? Who's been in charge for the past decade and what can they do better? @CAgovernor
@RoKhanna Democrats like you, think that if you just change the message your likability will improve.
This shows you don’t have a clue or conviction on good, wise, universal principles.
One of the greatest lies ever told is that “the left have good intentions”
We see with the outpouring of jealousy, envy and bitterness at the news of Musk becoming a Trillionaire - it is total nonsense
The left don’t want to lift up the poor.
They want to tear down the rich.
Elon Musk is not stealing from you.
Gavin Newsom is stealing from you.
Karen Bass is stealing from you.
Tim Walz is stealing from you.
Elizabeth Warren is stealing from you.
AOC is stealing from you.
Becoming wealthy does not make you evil.
The people who take from you, promising to fix problems and then enriching themselves while trying to get you to hate those they're taking the money from... are evil.
There are 2 types of people:
1. People who see a trillionaire and wonder how they can innovate and emulate such success
2. People who see a trillionaire and seethe with resentment
Do everything you can to ensure you're always around the first kind of person.
If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it.
But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.