David Silva

Writer, Moviemaker

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@unhealthytruth R.I.P. “physician of the year”.

[Mock the Left @realmocktheleft]

If you are not already doing so, I seriously advise you to follow this guy. The posts are a breath of fresh air in this dank atmosphere of western liberal bullshit.

[Farai Mazhindu @FaraiMazhindu]

The chaos in El Salvador before Bukele was never an accident, and the chaos in Haiti today is not an accident either.

The media told you that the gangs were just poor boys who went bad on their own, but that story falls apart the moment you ask one simple question.

Where does a poor sixteen year old boy living in a slum with no job and no money get an AK-47 and an AR-15 and a Glock and thousands of rounds of ammunition, and where does he get a brand new Toyota Hilux and motorcycles and speedboats and drones and encrypted phones and bulletproof vests and night vision goggles, and who pays his monthly salary and pays for his safe house and pays his lawyer when he is arrested and pays the police and the judge and the prison guard to look the other way, and who pays his family when he dies?

A poor boy cannot afford even one bullet, so someone else is paying for all of it.

That someone is the multimillionaires and the billionaires and the wealthy entities who profit from chaos, because chaos is a business and a broken country is the most profitable business in the world.

When a country is in chaos its land becomes cheap so they can buy it, its gold and its drugs and its resources can be stolen without anyone asking questions, its government becomes weak so they can control it, and its people become so scared that they obey anyone who promises them a little safety.

In El Salvador the gangs were not fighting the system, the gangs were the system, paid to keep the poor terrorized so the poor would never rise up and demand a better country.

In Haiti it is the same story, the gangs are not independent, they are funded and armed and protected by rich families and foreign businessmen and foreign NGOs who want Haiti to stay weak so they can keep stealing its ports and its gold and its labour.

And when a man like Bukele comes and says I will lock up all the gangs and end this in two years, who attacks him? It is the same people.

The same billionaires who fund the gangs fund the media that calls Bukele a dictator, the same wealthy entities who arm the gangs fund the NGOs that cry human rights for murderers, the same people who profit from chaos fund the political voices that hate real help in Haiti and sabotage anyone who is actually capable of doing it.

Look at the pattern and it becomes clear, when a gang kills a hundred innocent people there is silence, but when a leader kills a hundred gang members there is outrage.

When a gang rapes children there is no campaign, but when Bukele locks up rapists there is a global campaign against him.

That is because the media is not independent, it is owned by billionaires, the NGOs are not independent, they are funded by billionaires, and the politicians are not independent, they are bought by billionaires.

They do not want Haiti saved and they did not want El Salvador saved, they want them broken, because a broken country is cheap to buy and easy to control.

Bukele exposed them, he proved that gangs can be destroyed in months if you have the will, and that terrified them, because if El Salvador can be fixed then Haiti can be fixed, and if Haiti can be fixed then Africa can be fixed, and if Africa can be fixed then the billionaires lose their business.

That is why they demonize Bukele, that is why they sabotage Haiti, that is why they hate any man who actually helps the poor.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The year is 5000 BC. You are a wild ass in the Nubian desert, small, grey, all ears. A herder's family has noticed that you can go three days without water and carry a third of your own weight while you do it. They put the tent on your back and the baby on top of the tent. You walk carefully. People have been able to leave since that morning.

The year is 1900 BC. You are one of 300 black donkeys walking out of the city of Assur under tin and cloth, bound for Anatolia, six weeks and 600 miles off. The merchants write home on clay about prices, debts and their wives. You are in the letters as a cost. It is the first long-distance trade on record and every ounce of it is on your spine. Nobody writes down your name, though the boy who walks beside you has one for you.

The year is somewhere before 600 BC, and a prophet called Balaam is riding you down a narrow road between two walls. You see what he cannot: an angel in the path with a drawn sword. You stop, and he beats you. You press against the wall to get him past it, and he beats you again. The third time you lie down under him, because there is nowhere left to go, and he takes his stick to you. Then you are given a voice for the only time in the story, and you do not curse him. You ask what you have ever done to him. You remind him that you have carried him all his life.

The year is 33 AD by their count, and a man who could have asked for a horse asks for you. A horse is what a king rides to war. He rides you into Jerusalem at walking pace with his feet nearly touching the ground, and the crowd lays its coats in the road for you to step on. You have never had anything laid down for you before. It lasts an afternoon.

The year is 79 AD. You are harnessed to a millstone in a bakery in Pompeii, blindfolded so that the circling does not turn your stomach, and you have walked the same eleven feet for six years. There is a second donkey on the next stone. You cannot see him. You know his breathing. They will dig the pair of you out 1,900 years later, still in the room.

The year is 1300. A man caught cheating his neighbours is sat on you backwards, holding your tail, and led through the town to be pelted. Some of it hits you. You are the instrument of his shame, and nobody in the square wonders what you did to deserve being that.

The year is 1883. An Italian writes a story in which boys who are lazy and stupid are turned, as punishment, into you. It sells in every language on earth, and children who have never met you learn what you are for.

The year is 1917. You are carrying water up a mountain in Italy under shellfire, on a path a mule refused and a lorry could not find. You are terrified, and you go because the man leading you is going. On the way down you carry what is left of somebody's son, and you do not stumble once.

The year is 1942. On the sands at Blackpool the town writes you a charter. It gives you set hours, a weight limit, a vet's inspection and every Friday off. In seven thousand years it is the first time anybody has put your rest in writing.

The year is 2026. Close to six million of you a year are killed for your skins, which are boiled down into a gelatine and sold as a beauty tonic. A woman in a village in Kenya wakes to find the yard empty and walks four hours for water with the can on her own back. You were stolen in the night for a face cream.

You bond to one friend for life, and when he is sold you stand at the fence and call for days. A horse that is frightened runs. You stand still and think. For seven thousand years that has been taken for stupidity by whoever was holding the stick.

You carried the tent, the tin, the grain, the wounded and the king. You asked Balaam one question and never got an answer.

You are still standing where they left the load.

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@maximumpain333 To debunk or verify potential time travelers, just ask them to show you their currency or coins manufactured from the future in their pocket.

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@Bhandafod_ @zerohedge Operation “Global Honey Pot” working by design.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯 @japan_nobunaga]

A child and a donkey together.
The world holds nothing sweeter.

When my final day comes, let me be watching my grandchild like this, and I will close my eyes softly.

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@japan_nobunaga Try to watch this without smiling.

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

Peter Dinklage delivers one of the most simple yet powerful messages of all time

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

A wild donkey in the Arizona desert will dig a well six feet deep with its front hooves, and for half a century the United States government has been shooting it as a threat to the desert.

August on a dry wash in the Sonoran. The creek has been gone since May. The sand is hot enough to cook on and every animal for miles is standing in what shade it can find, waiting for a rain that is not coming. A burro walks down the wash, stops at a bend for no reason anyone else can see, puts its head down and smells. Then it starts digging. Front feet, one after the other, like a dog after a bone, until it is in up to its shoulders and the bottom of the hole goes dark and wet.

It drinks and walks off.

Within the hour there is a queue. Mule deer. Javelina. A bobcat. A scrub jay standing on the rim. In 2021 a biologist called Erick Lundgren published the count in Science: 59 species of vertebrate drinking at donkey wells, 64% more species than at the dry stretches of the same streams, and in the driest months the donkeys were raising the amount of open water in the desert by 300% on average and by up to 1,450%. When the wells were abandoned, cottonwood and willow seedlings came up in them. The donkey had been planting the riverbank.

Asked about his methodology, the donkey had another drink and left.

When a beaver builds a pond, a film crew is sent. When a donkey digs a well, the Park Service sends a marksman. The burros came up from Mexico with the Spanish and the prospectors, carried the ore out of every mine in the West, and were turned loose when the mines closed. Then they were reclassified. In 1979 the National Park Service planned to shoot all 577 in the Grand Canyon. A writer called Cleveland Amory raised more than $500,000 and lifted 582 of them out by helicopter, slung underneath, the most expensive taxi ride a donkey has ever taken. Death Valley shot 400 between 1987 and 1994.

Lundgren said that when he started, people did not think a donkey digging a hole was worthy of scientific attention.

The animal was listed as a threat to the desert's water.

It was the one bringing the water up.

Fifty-nine species knew.

The ones with the rifles had never sat by the hole.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

People wonder why I'm so obsessed with donkeys. I've looked into it, and my only finding is that the rest of you are underdoing it.

The donkey was built for the ground where everything else gives up. It lives on thorn and scrub that a horse would starve beside, climbs rock on hooves like chisels, cools itself through those ears, and can lose nearly a third of its body weight in water, carry on eating, then drink 25 litres in three minutes and walk off as if nothing happened. We tamed it 7,000 years ago in the dry country of East Africa, and it has been the animal of the hard places ever since.

So it was the donkey, long before the horse, that carried civilisation on its back. One of Egypt's first pharaohs was buried at Abydos with ten donkeys laid in graves beside him, every spine worn from a lifetime under loads. The grain, the salt, the copper and the news of the ancient world moved at a donkey's pace, and wherever a hill is still too steep for a wheel, they still do.

The same animal fed our babies. Donkey milk is the closest milk on earth to a human mother's, Hippocrates prescribed it, and the foundling hospital in Paris kept a stable of jennies so the orphans could be put straight to the udder. A fair share of Europe's abandoned children owe their first month to a donkey, and most of those donkeys carry a dark cross down the back and across the shoulders, which the old story says was given to them on Good Friday.

It carried our wounded too. On the beach at Gallipoli a stretcher-bearer from South Shields found a stray donkey, and for 24 days the two of them walked up and down Shrapnel Gully under fire bringing broken men down to the boats, until a machine gun got the man. The donkey went back up with the next one. Of everything the Anzacs brought home from that campaign, the thing they chose to remember was a donkey.

Then there is the stubbornness, the one fact everybody is sure of, and it is the opposite of the truth. A horse meets danger by bolting, which is why horses die on cliff paths. A donkey stops, looks at the thing in front of it, and makes a decision, and it will refuse to step into water it cannot see the bottom of because it is right not to. For 7,000 years we have been calling a risk assessment an attitude.

Put one in a field of ewes and it appoints itself. A fox or a loose dog comes through the hedge and the donkey goes at it, head down, front feet first, and keeps going until the thing has gone. Nobody trains that in. It decided they were its sheep.

It remembers a face and a field after 25 years. It will stand over a dying companion for a day. It lives to 40 and outlasts half the people who ever owned it.

There are about 50 million of them alive, carrying water, firewood and children for the poorest people on earth, and close to 6 million a year are now killed for their hides, boiled down into a gelatine sold as a tonic. The animal that did the most work for the least thanks is being melted into a wellness product.

Seven thousand years of hauling us uphill, feeding our orphans and carrying our wounded, and the best we managed in return was to turn its name into an insult.

So no. Not nearly obsessed enough.

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@SamaHoole Thank you for posting. I’m also drawn to Donkeys. They helped settle the western USA.
If a pass was too narrow for a wagon, Donkeys hauled the dynamite to blast open a road.
Donkeys form strong emotional attachments.
They are smart, loyal, hardworking, very protective and funny.

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

A rare stampede of 5,000 dolphins spread over a mile near San Clemente, Southern California.

[Taylor Kenney @taylorkenneyitm]

🚨BANK COLLAPSE WARNING to all of us

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@BullTheoryio New Dem politicians will be sworn in on 01/03/27. House & Senate will be blue. So one could assume that the Epstein monsters will be incarcerated by 01/15/27, or on the lamb. Right?

[David Silva @NewOcean33]

@DianaT192 Q#1) What was the new way to kill soldiers in WW1?
A#1) Mustard Gas, from which chemotherapy is derived.
Q#2) What was the new way to kill soldiers in WW2?
A#2) Radiation from A-bombs.
Q#3) What do they give civilians that are diagnosed with cancer?
A#3) Chemotherapy & Radiation