The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
Berkeley math professor:
“Today, the more successful a public high school is at preparing its students, the lower its graduates' chances of getting into top UC campuses like Berkeley and San Diego.”
Berkeley admitted 45% of applicants from a high school where nearly 94% of “students failed to meet the state standards in mathematics.”
It admitted less than 14% of applicants from a school where “nearly 100 percent of its students in AP Calculus BC pass the national exam with a perfect score of 5.”
>Be Elon
>Get bullied so badly as a kid that you end up in the hospital
>Escape into books
>Read more than 8hrs a day
>Teach yourself programming
>Sell a video game at 12
>Leave South Africa
>Sleep on couches
>Work odd jobs
>Get into America
>Build a startup
>Get fired from your own company
>Start over
>Build another company
>Merge it into PayPal
>Get removed as CEO
>Your company gets acquired
>Walk away with nearly $180 million
>Instead of retiring at 31, put almost all of it into three impossible ideas: Electric cars, Solar energy, Rockets
>People tell you you're insane
>Start a rocket company with no aerospace degree
>Learn rocket science from textbooks
>First rocket fails
>Second rocket fails
>Third rocket fails
>Divorce
>Public humiliation
>Cash running out
>One launch away from bankruptcy
>Launch anyway
>The fourth rocket reaches orbit
>NASA signs a contract
>Survive
>Tesla is weeks from collapse
>Save it at the last minute
>Get mocked for wanting reusable rockets.
>Land one.
>Then another.
>Then dozens.
>Turn science fiction into engineering
>Get mocked for betting on EVs
>Turn electric cars into status symbols
>Force the entire auto industry to follow
>Build the most valuable car company in history
>Launch astronauts into orbit
>Create a global satellite internet network.
>Buy Twitter
>Fire most of the staff
>Rename it X
>Walk into politics
>Risk your reputation
>Risk your companies
>Risk your fortune
>Become one of the most polarising people on Earth.
>Get attacked by the media, politicians, competitors, and activists
>Keep building anyway
>Become a TRILLIONAIRE
Health Insurance (self employed) is such a joke.
We pay around $3500 a month for 4 people
Son went to the ER after a bike crash, no major tests or scans, basic blood work and exam. There an hour.
They billed $2800 ON TOP on a $500 co-pay and our insurance covered $568
It's so easy to see how medical bills bankrupt people. I am $9,000 OUT OF POCKET PLUS $3500 a month SO FAR in 2026 - maddening
BREAKING UPDATE: Texas Parole Supervisor who went on unhinged racist rant, slammed the Metcalfs, and said she will protect Karmelo Anthony, has been FIRED, per @SarahisCensored
USA. A hibachi restaurant. My American friends brought me here to enjoy the cuisine of my homeland, and I witnessed a ritual I have never seen in eight hundred years of being Japanese.
The chef stacked onion rings into a tower. He filled it with oil. And he set it on fire.
"THE VOLCANO!" my friends cheered. They knew the ritual. They had seen it many times. In Japan, I have eaten ten thousand meals. No one has ever built me a volcano.
I said nothing. A guest does not question the ceremony.
"Is this how they do it back home?" my friend asked, glowing with joy.
"...The technique is flawless," I said. A samurai may retreat. He may not lie. He may, however, aim the truth very carefully.
Then the chef flicked a shrimp through the air at my face.
"Catch it!" the table roared.
In my land, food is set before you with two hands and an apology for the wait. Here, the shrimp attacks. I caught it. With my mouth. The table erupted. The chef saluted me with his spatula.
I have received medals with less pride.
"You're a natural," the chef said.
"My family has trained for this for generations," I said. It was not technically a lie. We trained. Just not for this.
My friends drove me home, full and happy, honored to have shown me my own country.
A man does not question the volcano. He catches the shrimp.
Whatever this cuisine is, wherever it was truly born — the fire is real, the joy is real, and I caught what was thrown at me.
That is Japanese enough.
Six-year-olds in adorable white coats and caps,
happily serving hot lunch to their classmates!
Just a normal, fun Tuesday at a Japanese elementary school. ✨
There is no big cafeteria—lunch comes right to the classroom!
The kids proudly carry the steel pots from the kitchen,
ladle the soup, and portion the rice like little pros.
The duty rotates, so everyone gets a turn to be the chef! 👩🍳👨🍳
A certified nutritionist designs every delicious menu,
and even the teacher sits down to enjoy the exact same meal.
Nobody touches their chopsticks until everyone is ready.
Then, thirty happy voices say it together: "Itadakimasu!" 🍱
The best part? It’s only about $1.60 a meal (roughly $30 a month)!
Growing up with this, it was just a fun everyday lunch for me.
To my American friends, I'm so curious about yours!
The cafeteria, the trays, the lunch ladies...
What do you remember most about your school lunches? Let me know! 👇
Father has epic response to this lady 😭🔥
“I also have five boys.”
“Boys, when you go out into school, don’t stab any other kids. You think you guys can do that?”
There’s a new disturbing social media trend of BLM activists posting edited images of themselves urinating on Austin’s grave
You can’t get much lower than this.
Make these POS scum famous
This woman claims to be on the Board of Pardons and Parole in Texas
She allegedly posted this after Karmelo Anthony was found guilty.
We reached out to @TDCJ but they declined to respond
People have been wrongfully citing Matthew 18:6 in response to this: "But if you cause one of these little ones who trusts in me to fall into sin, it would be better for you to have a large millstone tied around your neck and be drowned in the depths of the sea."
This verse promises divine wrath on those who cause a child to lose their faith and fall into sin, it doesn't prescribe how humans should deal with crimes against children.
If destroying the demon who would rape my daughter makes me a "racist," then that word has been reborn with sacred meaning.
It now stands equal to "God," "saint," "justice," and "protector of the innocent."
If I am too weak to destroy that demon myself, the savior who rises to do it in my place will become a god in the afterlife. Every blessing will be his.
We are still living in the dark medieval age — where governments, politicians, police, and courts actively help those who rape and murder our families.
Future historians will look back at the 2020s and record it as:
The decade of collective madness.
An age of darkness rivaling the witch hunts.
What we must do — right now — is for every decent person on this earth to unite with full strength.
So that when our children open their history books, they will instead read:
"The 2030s: Humanity regained its sanity."
"Peace finally returned to human life."