@noBScrypto Then there's the anticipated SpaceX IPO. SpaceX's shares are set to price at $135, with an initial issuance of 555.555M shares, leaving 30% allocated for retail investors, and an anticipated market cap of $1.5T. The liquidity has to come from somewhere.
@noBScrypto Markets have been running up in anticipation of future rate cuts. Yesterday's US jobs report totally nixed those notions. In fact, the Fed's next action may be a hike in interest rates. The markets must price this event into asset values.
He was told they couldn't find his diploma until his sister, whom he hadn't seen in over a year because she was on military duty, walked out carrying it.
Poster for the SAVE ACT, if ever there were one. A masked Antifa criminal stuffing a ballot box.
Who’s more of a traitor? This masked Democrat operative or Republican fraud John Thune for failing to stop the likes of her(him?)
I'd genuinely like to hear someone explain why Elon Musk doing an autistic wave at inauguration was proof that he is a Nazi who needs to be exiled from public life, but Graham Platner's "Totenkopf" tat is NBD and not disqualifying for a Senate run.
For years I thought Rickey Henderson was the all-time leader in steals.
Apparently the record books have been updated.
PASS THE SAVE AMERICA ACT NOW !!!
USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.
I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.
Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.
So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.
The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.
The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.
I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.
Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.
I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.
I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.
And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.
"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."
The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.
I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.
I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.
So tell me, America.
Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?
I have decided there is not.
You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.
It is the most insane way to hold a war.
I will fight in every single one.
NO white person alive today owned slaves. Teach your kids that.
NO black person alive today was born a slave. Teach your kids that.
Not all white people owned slaves back then. Teach your kids that.
Millions of white people fought and died to end slavery. Teach your kids that.
People should not inherit guilt from their ancestors. Teach your kids that.
People should not inherit victimhood from their ancestors. Teach your kids that.
You are responsible for your own actions, not the actions of people who lived 200 years ago. Teach your kids that.
America is not perfect, but it is not uniquely evil. Teach your kids that.
The West is responsible for some of humanity's greatest advances in freedom, science, medicine, and prosperity. Teach your kids that.
Loving your country is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Wanting secure borders is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Wanting safe communities is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Wanting merit over quotas is not racism. Teach your kids that.
Questioning political narratives is not racism. Teach your kids that.
People should be judged by their character, not their skin color. Teach your kids that.
History should be taught honestly, not used as a weapon. Teach your kids that.
A nation that teaches its children to hate their heritage will not survive. Teach your kids that.
Your country is your home. Protecting it is not something to be ashamed of. Teach your kids that.
You do not owe an apology for being born. Teach your kids that.
Never let fear of being called names stop you from speaking the truth as you see it. Teach your kids that.
Daily Mail reporter seriously sent a question asking how it’s possible for me to eat in Russia if American credit cards are not accepted. She simply can’t envision life outside of an AMEX.
It is positively despairing how stupid the mainstream media has become.
I always meet them at their IQ level when I reply.
Dylan Plouff, a beloved husband and father, was allegedly murdered by Daniel Mcrae in a parking garage in Milwaukee.
Daniel was released from jail on May 12th after being arrested for threatening people “you’re going to die”
This tragedy was entirely avoidable.
JAIL THE JUDGES