William Shatner, who played Captain Kirk for 60 years, getting a Captain Kirk impression done directly to his face by comedian and impressionist Jim Meskimen, then immediately slapping him and explaining why:
"I'm doing my impression of Will Smith."
Is William Shatner the funniest man in science fiction?
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."
My mom paid off her house in 2003.
Thought that was it. Thought she was done. Thought it was finally hers.
Property taxes were $1,800 a year back then.
She’s retired now. Fixed income. Same house. Same neighborhood.
Property taxes are $24,000 a year.
That’s $2,000 a month.
On a house she already paid for.
She’s 71 years old and the government sends her a bill every year just to stay in her own home.
You never really own anything in America.
You just make payments to a different landlord.
Once you wake up to our food, there is no going back
- Costco chicken sitting in hot plastic for hours
- Processed meat made with carcinogenic nitrates
- Sodas with corn syrup, artificial dyes and artificial flavors in a bottle
- Cupcakes with 50+ ingredients
- Sports drinks that are supposed to be good for you that are full of artificial dyes, preservatives and artificial colors
22 yrs ago today, after a long zoning dispute with local officials that ruined his business, welder Marvin Heemeyer had enough & created the Killdozer.
He destroyed the mayor’s house, the judge’s house, town hall, the police station, & the bank - while avoiding hurting civilians or their property.
Happy Killdozer Day to those who celebrate 🎊
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.
This woman just shattered everything I thought I knew about quantum physics in 60 seconds 😱
"Quantum physics isn’t just science, it’s logical spirituality. You don’t attract what you want. You align with what you already are."
Every version of you already exists in the quantum field - The wealthy you, the happy you, the successful you.
"The quantum field doesn’t respond to begging. It responds to certainty."
Your most powerful tool is visualization.
‘Our minds don’t know the difference between imagination and reality.’
Time isn’t linear, you can pull your future into the now & re-code your past.
You are not a person inside the universe.
You ARE the universe experiencing itself through you.
"Go live like the miracle you are.”
The guy did a 180 degree flip on aliens because the department of War created a website and a documentary with high ranking intelligence officials came out. He was never doing real science
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