I stand for free expression, free debate and discussion, and charitable interpretations. If we can’t honestly discuss our problems, how can we ever solve them?
We set up a system to protect the sheep.
The wolves took it over.
The sheep still haven’t figured this out yet; the wolves are very clever and the sheep are quite busy raising their young and grazing the pastures.
Don’t be a sheep. Be a sheepdog.
it’s already too late.
this is how low trust takes over.
you build a system where behaving honorably increasingly means being the sucker, so even people who don’t want to cheat eventually learn to defect.
once enough people adapt, you can’t simply force the old norms and values back into existence.
being honorable and having integrity already puts you at a disadvantage. we’ve crossed the threshold.
More dysfunction, more corruption, more workarounds, forever, until it’s a global South Africa and the only thing that makes the system work is bribes.
🚨 Lindsay Clancy holdout juror’s brother: “My family cannot leave the house.” Notes are being left even at his mother’s house.
Reporters won’t stop. Judge sealed the names. Media already got to them anyway.
This is jury intimidation and disgusting. Who in their right mind would want to serve on a Jury anymore?
Did an "anonymous" end of course critique where I wrote a paragraph or two about a lack of professionalism in the staff. So the course chief and OIC pulled me into their office about it. And I was just like "this is what I'm talking about"
Both of these statues consumed three years of a human life.
One began as a ruined block of Carrara marble that two earlier sculptors had already abandoned as hopeless. A twenty-six-year-old from Florence built a wooden enclosure around it so no one could watch, then spent those years in near-solitude, sleeping in his clothes, eating little, striking the stone until a figure emerged that Giorgio Vasari declared superior to every statue, ancient or modern, Greek or Roman. David is caught in the second before he steps toward Goliath. The sling is still hidden. The brow is furrowed. The veins stand out on the hand that will soon send the stone. He is not celebrating victory; he is gathering himself for a fight he has no right to win. He is the human form rendered so exactly that five centuries later the marble still seems warm. He was made for a cathedral and later placed before the palace of a republic that understood beauty as a public duty and proportion as a kind of moral grammar. Michelangelo said the figure was already inside the stone; he only had to set it free.
The other was conceived on a screen, printed as a small model, then enlarged, cast in bronze, and coated in a pigment ground from lapis lazuli. It shows a nameless young woman in a tight blue dress and platform heels, jewellery catching the light, one leg thrown forward as if she is late for something. The artist is careful to tell us she is not a heroine, not a saint, not even a specific person. She is “everywoman.” She is the passer-by. She is the present tense walking into a future that apparently asks nothing more of us than recognition.
Stand them next to each other and the distance between 1504 and 2026 becomes visible in a single glance.
We once set our highest plinths with images of men who had looked a giant in the eye and of gods who had looked back. We carved bodies that remembered they were made in an image greater than their own. The squares of our cities were arguments for the possibility of the soul. Now the same squares are asked to celebrate the unexceptional self, dressed for the evening, striding past Nelson’s Column on her way to whatever comes next. The National Gallery stands directly behind the new figure, its rooms still filled with the very tradition this statue quietly declines to continue.
A civilisation reveals what it worships by what it chooses to raise above the heads of its citizens. When the gaze that once travelled upward - toward the divine, toward the heroic, toward an ideal of the human form so precise it still silences rooms - is redirected sideways toward the crowd and called “representation,” something more than taste has changed. The ordinary and the unlovely are never merely decorative. They instruct. They tell the young there is no longer anything higher to become, only something more visible to be.
Michelangelo found David already living inside the marble. We have forgotten how to look.
The idea that the juror “lied to get on the jury” is total nonsense. None of the alleged dirt these vultures have dug up would keep him off of a jury. Besides, people don’t lie to get ON juries you idiots. They lie to get off of them. Massachusetts pays like a 50 dollar stipend for jury duty. Nobody’s lying and giving up weeks of their life for that. This guy simply accepted the civic duty he was forcibly conscripted into. Now you rodents are trying to destroy his life for it. Scumbags.
I want a sea of 10,000 burqa’s at the next immigration protest. Dare the police to rip them off. Dare them to guess who is who underneath them.
The law must apply equally to everyone, regardless of religion or race or whatever it might be.
Make them confront their own lunacy.
Two tier policing.
A 76 y/o man from Southampton was arrested this afternoon in Portsmouth on suspicion of wearing or using an item to conceal his identity during an anti-immigration protest.
Hampshire Police had designated parts of the city as a “mask-restricted zone” under the Crime and Policing Act 2026 after last weekend’s disorder.
This is Todd Beamer.
He prayed before leading a group of passengers to overpower hijackers on Flight 93.
He died a Christian, father, husband, and hero.
This was his transcript.
Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?
Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.
They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.
A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.
Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd. (Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.
Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.
Would you pray with me? They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
While everyone is focused on the horrendous new "statue" in London, let's turn our attention to this one that was put in Florence, Italy.
For me, it is hilarious seeing this with the truly beautiful art in the background. The juxtaposition is perfect.
Sums up where we are at.
Let's not forget today that Rick Rescorla was a hero. At age 62, as the director of security at Morgan Stanley and battling cancer, Rick was credited for going up and down the towers' stairs as it burnt and led 2700 people to safety. Rick, when hired was convinced the next attack at the WTC would be by plane. He ran drills with the employees on how to evacuate.
While going up and down the stairs over and over, trying to save more and more, he'd sing Cornish songs that he used to sing in war to calm his men.
Ricks last call to his wife showed just what kind of a man he was:
"Stop crying. I have to get these people out safely. If something were to happen to me, I want you to know I’ve never been happier. You made my life.”
Don't forget, heroes exist, and Rick was one of them.
Rest in peace to a legend.
I wrote a new piece about the fantasy world many Canadians, and the Carney government, are encouraging us to live in amid this dispute with the Trump administration.
wait till u find out it was always designed to, it was an intentional choice for the betterment of children..
people used to care about kids and their development now its just “fuck it, figure it out while we blast ur brain with 4second shots of AI slop frying ur receptors”
A seven-year-old boy in Tokyo was walking home from school.
He looked down at the sidewalk.
A 10-yen coin. Worth about seven cents.
He picked it up, turned around,
and walked two blocks to the local police box — the Koban.
Watch what happens next.
In most places, an officer would laugh,
pocket the nickel, and tell the kid to run along.
Not here.
The officer pulled out an official document.
He knelt down on the wooden floor so he was eye-to-eye with the boy.
With a straight face and full seriousness,
he asked for the child's name, the exact location found,
and the exact time.
He stamped the form.
He handed the boy a formal receipt.
Then he bowed from his knees and said:
"Thank you for doing the right thing. Japan is safer because of you."
Last year, people turned in over 4 billion yen in lost cash
to Tokyo police stations.
Over 70 percent went back to its rightful owners.
You don't get that kind of society by accident.
You get it by treating a seven-cent coin
like the honor of an entire country.
F***.
ANOTHER ONE.
Seian-ji, Yamaguchi. Standing since 931. Ash by dinner.
ELEVEN temples this year. ELEVEN.
"Cause unknown." Every. F***ing. Time.
No wiring. No flame. Burns itself down? Eleven times? Do you think we're stupid?
Somebody is burning our country and the answer is a shrug.
I'm crying at my screen and I want NAMES. NOW.
For too long we have overtaxed and underserved young healthy people, on the basis they have the most energy and income to give up for society. We forgot that this energy and earnings are supposed to be going into family formation, and now it is extracted and handed to the elderly