Thierry and Zlatan saying they wouldn't have become soccer players because of the costs of the American youth system, then seeing Lalas say it's a great system because it makes a lot of money for some people really sums it all up nicely
Read nothing else: The tweet below is a perfect explanation of why America, which has the greatest athletes and infrastructure, will never compete against the greatest countries in the World Cup.
something i’ve realized watching all of this play out
a sandwich that jumps from $8 to $14 never goes back to $8. rent that climbs from $1,400 to $2,200 stays at $2,200 forever.
gas, groceries, insurance, all of it. prices only move in one direction
inflation becomes permanent the moment everyone accepts the new number.
and we always accept it because we have no other choice
then workers ask for raises just to survive the prices they had nothing to do with creating.
and suddenly they’re the problem. they’re “hurting the economy” by wanting to afford food
the economy for who exactly.
because whoever it’s working for it sure as hell isn’t us
The strange thing about celebrating the 250th anniversary of Independence Day is that we live under a more tyrannical government now than the one that the founders fought for independence from.
BREAKING: The U.S. Congress is expected to stand down and allow the Israeli military to be merged with the U.S. military under Section 219 of the NDAA.
We’re about to spend $300,000,000,000 rebuilding Iran after spending $80,000,000,000 destroying it, while telling Americans on Medicaid to take a hike.
America First.
How the fuck do we have $300 billion to rebuild Iran after we spent $80 billion bombing it, when we don’t “have the money” for pediatric cancer research?
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.