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The Culturist

@the_culturist_

about 1 month ago

Tolstoy believed most men die without ever truly living. He explains in his novella, "The Death of Ivan Ilyich." Protagonist Ivan spends his entire life doing what society told him was "proper": Get a good career, model wife, follow aristocratic social practices. To an outsider, he looks successful, but a closer look reveals that Ivan's soul is rotting from the inside out. He grows ill, and on his deathbed, becomes haunted by a horrifying realization: "What if my entire life was a lie?" Ivan's life of vanity and decadence led to emptiness and loneliness. Even his friends and family don't care for the dying man. Tolstoy's insight is that the greatest human tragedy is not death itself, but reaching death only to discover that you never truly lived at all. Modern people tend to think of death as a distant abstraction that applies to humanity in general, but somehow not to themselves personally. Tolstoy shatters this illusion: He shows that most know intellectually they will die, yet they live as though they are immortal. They distract themselves with status, entertainment, careerism, and social approval, such that they never have to confront what mortality actually means. But the terrifying power of death is that it destroys one's illusions. And in that moment, all the things society told you mattered suddenly reveal themselves to be hollow. However, Tolstoy does not present this realization as nihilistic... in fact, quite the opposite. He suggests that only by fully confronting death can man begin to live authentically. Only when you realize your time is finite do cowardice and conformity lose their grip over you. The fear of death, then, is not something to suppress, but something capable of awakening the soul. A man who learns how to *die* is finally capable of learning how to live.

the_culturist_'s tweet photo. Tolstoy believed most men die without ever truly living.

He explains in his novella, "The Death of Ivan Ilyich."

Protagonist Ivan spends his entire life doing what society told him was "proper":

Get a good career, model wife, follow aristocratic social practices.

To an outsider, he looks successful, but a closer look reveals that Ivan's soul is rotting from the inside out. He grows ill, and on his deathbed, becomes haunted by a horrifying realization:

"What if my entire life was a lie?"

Ivan's life of vanity and decadence led to emptiness and loneliness. Even his friends and family don't care for the dying man.

Tolstoy's insight is that the greatest human tragedy is not death itself, but reaching death only to discover that you never truly lived at all.

Modern people tend to think of death as a distant abstraction that applies to humanity in general, but somehow not to themselves personally. Tolstoy shatters this illusion:

He shows that most know intellectually they will die, yet they live as though they are immortal. They distract themselves with status, entertainment, careerism, and social approval, such that they never have to confront what mortality actually means. But the terrifying power of death is that it destroys one's illusions.

And in that moment, all the things society told you mattered suddenly reveal themselves to be hollow.

However, Tolstoy does not present this realization as nihilistic... in fact, quite the opposite.

He suggests that only by fully confronting death can man begin to live authentically. Only when you realize your time is finite do cowardice and conformity lose their grip over you.

The fear of death, then, is not something to suppress, but something capable of awakening the soul.

A man who learns how to *die* is finally capable of learning how to live.

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Gianl1974

@Gianl1974

3 months ago

You see folks, as far as I can tell, from the outside, this is what it looks like: America has elected a man who talks and behaves like a megalomaniac, and the rest of the planet is supposed to just trust that he won’t completely lose his grip on reality and drag us all into catastrophe. You want to steal Greenland. You want Cuba to “make a deal before it’s too late”. You talk about bombing or invading Mexico. You kidnap a President and knock off the peoples oil in Venezuela. You joke about annexing Canada like it should be a shopping centre car park you can just claim because you feel like it. Do you have any idea how insane that sounds to the rest of us? This isn’t tough talk. This isn’t strategy. This is a deeply unstable old man threatening sovereign nations like he’s flipping over a Monopoly board because he’s losing. This is not normal behaviour. This is not leadership. This is not strength. This is a walking, talking international crisis. And Americans, this is where it comes back to you. Not just MAGA, not just the people who voted for him, all of you. Because when the President of the United States starts talking about kidnapping leaders, annexing countries, and issuing ultimatums like a mob boss, the rest of the world doesn’t get a vote. We just get the consequences. You don’t get to shrug and say, “Well I didn’t vote for him.” That might fly at a dinner party, but it doesn’t fly when nuclear powers are watching this circus and recalculating their own red lines. This is your system. Your presidency. Your responsibility. From the outside, it looks like America lit the fuse and then wandered off while everyone else stands around the bomb wondering who’s going to cut the wire. And let’s be brutally honest. This man is nearly 80. He’s frail. He’s clearly deteriorating. He is not some long term visionary playing chess. He’s at the end of his lifespan and acting like nothing matters after him. That is the most dangerous type of leader there is. A man with nothing to lose and an ego that demands constant feeding. Why should the rest of the world pay for that? Why should families in Europe, Asia, Australia, South America, anywhere, have to worry about war, trade collapse, energy shocks, or global instability because America couldn’t get its own house in order? This is not about left or right anymore. This is about basic sanity. This is about stopping a psychopath before he does something irreversible. Because once a war starts, once a country gets invaded, once alliances fracture beyond repair, you don’t get a reset button. So yes, this falls on Americans. You got the world into this mess, and you damn well better roll your sleeves up and get us out of it. Impeach him. Remove him. Contain him. Do whatever your system allows, but do it fast. Because the rest of us just want to live our lives, raise our families, pay our bills, and not wake up one morning to find out World War Three started because an unhinged old man wanted to feel powerful one last time. This isn’t funny anymore. It isn’t theatrical. It isn’t tolerable. Get this lunatic under wraps before he ruins it for everyone.

$Gianl1974's tweet photo. You see folks, as far as I can tell, from the outside, this is what it looks like: America has elected a man who talks and behaves like a megalomaniac, and the rest of the planet is supposed to just trust that he won’t completely lose his grip on reality and drag us all into catastrophe. You want to steal Greenland. You want Cuba to “make a deal before it’s too late”. You talk about bombing or invading Mexico. You kidnap a President and knock off the peoples oil in Venezuela. You joke about annexing Canada like it should be a shopping centre car park you can just claim because you feel like it. Do you have any idea how insane that sounds to the rest of us? This isn’t tough talk. This isn’t strategy. This is a deeply unstable old man threatening sovereign nations like he’s flipping over a Monopoly board because he’s losing. This is not normal behaviour. This is not leadership. This is not strength. This is a walking, talking international crisis. And Americans, this is where it comes back to you. Not just MAGA, not just the people who voted for him, all of you. Because when the President of the United States starts talking about kidnapping leaders, annexing countries, and issuing ultimatums like a mob boss, the rest of the world doesn’t get a vote. We just get the consequences. You don’t get to shrug and say, “Well I didn’t vote for him.” That might fly at a dinner party, but it doesn’t fly when nuclear powers are watching this circus and recalculating their own red lines. This is your system. Your presidency. Your responsibility. From the outside, it looks like America lit the fuse and then wandered off while everyone else stands around the bomb wondering who’s going to cut the wire. And let’s be brutally honest. This man is nearly 80. He’s frail. He’s clearly deteriorating. He is not some long term visionary playing chess. He’s at the end of his lifespan and acting like nothing matters after him. That is the most dangerous type of leader there is. A man with nothing to lose and an ego that demands constant feeding. Why should the rest of the world pay for that? Why should families in Europe, Asia, Australia, South America, anywhere, have to worry about war, trade collapse, energy shocks, or global instability because America couldn’t get its own house in order? This is not about left or right anymore. This is about basic sanity. This is about stopping a psychopath before he does something irreversible. Because once a war starts, once a country gets invaded, once alliances fracture beyond repair, you don’t get a reset button. So yes, this falls on Americans. You got the world into this mess, and you damn well better roll your sleeves up and get us out of it. Impeach him. Remove him. Contain him. Do whatever your system allows, but do it fast. Because the rest of us just want to live our lives, raise our families, pay our bills, and not wake up one morning to find out World War Three started because an unhinged old man wanted to feel powerful one last time. This isn’t funny anymore. It isn’t theatrical. It isn’t tolerable. Get this lunatic under wraps before he ruins it for everyone.$

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RadioNed @Radio_Ned

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Seth Abramson

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4 months ago

(🚨) MAJOR BREAKING NEWS: Trump Personal Lawyers Bondi, Blanche, and Patel Hid From American Voters a *Minimum* of *95%* of All References to Donald Trump in the Epstein Files (950,000 of 1M+), Establishing the Largest Political Coverup in American History https://t.co/Nbvw8YuIfb

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BUCHANAN: Dublin Time Machine @RobLooseCannon

5 months ago · Dublin City

There's a 1,600 year old hidden holy well in a very unexpected place! There was even a cryptic clue to its location, on a now vanished old street sign for Nassau Street. The former Irish name mysteriously said, "Sráid Thobar Phádraig".... Patrick’s Well Road. Take a closer look near the garden of the Provost's House at the entrance to the Trinity Arts building.From the roadside, you'll see a pillar, a 1950’s crumbling concrete eyesore. Take a gander from the Trinity side, and you'll see a locked gate. Beneath that some Georgian red bricks and mysterious looking steps down to a more ancient stone basin, beneath Nassau Street itself. This is the magical mysterious Saint Patrick's Holy Well! It was once a famous landmark and pilgrimage site. The well was even the subject of a satirical poem by the Dean of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, Jonathon Swift. Legend says when the well dried up in 1729, Dean Swift mocked the infamous alcoholism of Trinity students, implying that in their debauchery, they'd drunk the well dry. Centuries later, in 2009, a structural survey was performed due to worries construction of the Luas line could damage the ancient structure. It seems the only action taken was to lock up the well permanently. Despite the claims that St. Pats Cathedral Park is the location of the "real" holy well used by our patron saint, archaeology appears to support the ancient Nassau Street site being the primary baptismal well where the first converts in Dublin were bathed. Ironically it's Catholic fate was tied to the pagan Vikings. The well was originally 40 feet deep, and its opening was at ground level. But when the last vestiges of the "Thing Mote", the Viking Parliament mound, was demolished in the 17th century some of the debris was spread along what is now Nassau Street, then known as Patrick’s Well Lane. This resulted in it going partially underground and being reduced to 4ft deep. In a highly dubious tract in the "Life of St Patrick" from the 12th century the “fountain of St Patrick” was created by the enslaved Welshman himself, Moses style a-la smacking a rock with his magic crozier. Property deeds from 1592 mention it as a feature of the southern border “the lane that leads to St Patrick’s Well to the south of the monastery”. Another of the few historical mentions of the well was from an English journalist circa 1610 sardonically noted "On St Patrick’s Day the water is more holy than it is all the year after, or else the inhabitants of Dublin are more foolish upon this day than they be all the year after.” On that day, he wrote, “thither they will run by heaps, men, women and children, and there, first performing certain superstitious ceremonies, they drink of the water”. One final bizarre and unlikely legend about the well is that frogs were introduced to Ireland when they spawned spontaneously from it, or even due to an unnamed English doctor, “a very good protestant ... to show his zeal against popery”, imported frog spawn from Liverpool and fecked it in. That'll show that pesky pontiff! SOURCES Gary Branigans "Ancient and Holy Wells of Ireland" (2012), The History Press https://t.co/WeUZ0vyTAI… https://t.co/j88KZsSWAb…

RobLooseCannon's tweet photo. There's a 1,600 year old hidden holy well in a very unexpected place! There was even a cryptic clue to its location, on a now vanished old street sign for Nassau Street. The former Irish name mysteriously said, "Sráid Thobar Phádraig".... Patrick’s Well Road.

Take a closer look near the garden of the Provost's House at the entrance to the Trinity Arts building.From the roadside, you'll see a pillar, a 1950’s crumbling concrete eyesore. Take a gander from the Trinity side, and you'll see a locked gate. Beneath that some Georgian red bricks and mysterious looking steps down to a more ancient stone basin, beneath Nassau Street itself. This is the magical mysterious Saint Patrick's Holy Well!

It was once a famous landmark and pilgrimage site. The well was even the subject of a satirical poem by the Dean of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, Jonathon Swift. Legend says when the well dried up in 1729, Dean Swift mocked the infamous alcoholism of Trinity students, implying that in their debauchery, they'd drunk the well dry.

Centuries later, in 2009, a structural survey was performed due to worries construction of the Luas line could damage the ancient structure. It seems the only action taken was to lock up the well permanently.

Despite the claims that St. Pats Cathedral Park is the location of the "real" holy well used by our patron saint, archaeology appears to support the ancient Nassau Street site being the primary baptismal well where the first converts in Dublin were bathed.

Ironically it's Catholic fate was tied to the pagan Vikings. The well was originally 40 feet deep, and its opening was at ground level.
But when the last vestiges of the "Thing Mote", the Viking Parliament mound, was demolished in the 17th century some of the debris was spread along what is now Nassau Street, then known as Patrick’s Well Lane. This resulted in it going partially underground and being reduced to 4ft deep.

In a highly dubious tract in the "Life of St Patrick" from the 12th century the “fountain of St Patrick” was created by the enslaved Welshman himself, Moses style a-la smacking a rock with his magic crozier. Property deeds from 1592 mention it as a feature of the southern border “the lane that leads to St Patrick’s Well to the south of the monastery”.

Another of the few historical mentions of the well was from an English journalist circa 1610 sardonically noted "On St Patrick’s Day the water is more holy than it is all the year after, or else the inhabitants of Dublin are more foolish upon this day than they be all the year after.” On that day, he wrote, “thither they will run by heaps, men, women and children, and there, first performing certain superstitious ceremonies, they drink of the water”.

One final bizarre and unlikely legend about the well is that frogs were introduced to Ireland when they spawned spontaneously from it, or even due to an unnamed English doctor, “a very good protestant ... to show his zeal against popery”, imported frog spawn from Liverpool and fecked it in. That'll show that pesky pontiff!

SOURCES
Gary Branigans "Ancient and Holy Wells of Ireland" (2012), The History Press

https://t.co/WeUZ0vyTAI…

https://t.co/j88KZsSWAb…

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Kirk_Loco

@Polito_loco

5 months ago

Michael Jackson's, Billie Jean, but as Irish Folk. OK, this is insanely good 🔥 🔥 AI blows my mind sometimes!

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Taichi for Health

@StaminaFitnes

5 months ago

Do this Ancient Chinese exercises daily to look 40 even at 70!

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Decoding Fox News @DecodingFoxNews

5 months ago

Did Trump have an accident during a recent press conference? I found a couple suspicious parts in the audio, isolated them, increased the volume and repeated them a few times. I got the video from the official White House YouTube channel. You decide.

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Back in 1999, Buffett broke down why so few people ever build real wealth. He shows you’re carrying something worth about $500,000 right now. Bookmark this clip before it disappears.

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Fitness Dad @FitnessDadx

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Do this every single day before you go to bed and this happens

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DR22 Ω 🪬🎭

@DejaRu22

5 months ago

YOU ARE NAPOLEON. >Born 1769. Corsica. Island barely French. >Father dies when you're fifteen. >Mother raises eight children. Iron will. >Sent to military school in France. >Mocked for your accent. Your poverty. Your foreignness. >You don't forget. >Become an artillery officer. >Revolution erupts. >France devours itself. >Chaos everywhere. You see opportunity. >Siege of Toulon. 1793. >British hold the port. >Generals fumble. Politicians panic. >You're 24. A nobody. >You place the guns yourself. >Storm the key position in the rain. >Shot in the thigh. >Keep fighting. >Toulon falls. >Promoted to brigadier general overnight. >Then comes the purge. >Robespierre's allies fall. You were close to them. >Arrested. Imprisoned. Career over. >Released. Broke. Starving. >Consider leaving France entirely. >October 1795. >Royalist mob marches on the government. >They need a general. No one will do it. >You will. >"Give me guns." >Grapeshot into the crowd. >The rebellion ends in minutes. >You save the Republic with a whiff of canister. >Rewarded with command of the Army of Italy. >It's a joke. Starving men. No boots. No pay. >You arrive. >Within weeks, they would die for you. >Austria sends army after army. >You destroy them all. >Lodi. Arcole. Rivoli. >At Arcole, you grab a flag and charge across a bridge under fire. >Nearly killed. >Pulled from a swamp by your men. >They start calling you "The Little Corporal." >You're 27. >Masters of Europe tremble at your name. >Return to Paris a conqueror. >They fear you now. >Send you to Egypt. Out of sight. >You take scientists. Scholars. Soldiers. >Win battles. Discover the Rosetta Stone. >Fleet destroyed at the Nile. >Trapped. >News reaches you: France is losing. Directory collapsing. >You abandon the army. >Sail home through British blockade. >Arrive in Paris like a ghost. >November 1799. >Coup d'état. >You seize power. >First Consul. Then Consul for Life. >Then something else. >December 2, 1804. >Notre-Dame Cathedral. >Pope himself is there to crown you. >You take the crown from his hands. >Place it on your own head. >No one gives you power. You take it. >Emperor of the French. >Europe unites against you. >Austria. Russia. Prussia. Britain. >Coalition after coalition. >You break them all. >Austerlitz. 1805. >The masterpiece. >Two emperors against you. Tsar. Kaiser. >You fake weakness. They attack. >You annihilate them. >40,000 casualties. In hours. >Generals will study this battle for two centuries. >You redraw the map of Europe. >Jena. 1806. >Prussia thought itself invincible. >You destroy their army in a single afternoon. >Enter Berlin as conqueror. >Friedland. 1807. >Russia sues for peace. >You meet the Tsar on a raft. >Two emperors. Middle of a river. >Divide Europe between you. >You are 37. >Rule from Lisbon to the Russian border. >Kings are your puppets. Brothers on thrones. >But there is no peace. >Spain resists. Guerrilla war. The bleeding ulcer. >Britain cannot be invaded. Their ships rule the waves. >You try to strangle them economically. >Continental System. Europe closed to British trade. >Russia breaks the embargo. >1812. >You invade with 600,000 men. >Largest army ever assembled. >They retreat. Burn everything. >You take Moscow. >It's empty. >Then it burns. >Winter comes. >The retreat begins. >Cold. Hunger. Cossacks. >Men freeze standing up. >Horses eaten alive. >Of 600,000, fewer than 100,000 return. >Europe smells blood. >Coalition forms again. >Leipzig. 1813. >Battle of Nations. >Outnumbered. Outgunned. >You fight for three days. >Defeated. >Pushed back to France. >They invade your homeland. >You fight like a demon. >Win battle after battle. >Not enough. >Paris falls. >Your marshals refuse to march. >"The army will follow me." >"The army will follow its generals." >April 1814. >Abdication. >Exiled to Elba. >A tiny island. A toy kingdom. >Europe thinks you're finished. >You escape. >March 1, 1815. >Land in France with 1,000 men. >Army sent to arrest you. >You walk toward them alone. >Open your coat. >"Soldiers, if there is one among you who would shoot his emperor, here I am." >They join you. >Every army sent to stop you joins you instead. >The Bourbons flee. >You enter Paris in triumph. >Emperor again. >100 days. >Europe mobilises everything. >Waterloo. June 18, 1815. >Wellington. Blücher. Rain. Mud. >So close. >The Guard advances. >The Guard retreats. >For the first time ever. >"La Garde recule!" >Panic. Rout. End. >Surrender to the British. >They exile you to St. Helena. >Rock in the South Atlantic. >Edge of the world. >Six years. >They let you rot. >Arsenic in the wallpaper. Maybe poison. Maybe not. >You dictate your memoirs. >Shape your own legend. >Die May 5, 1821. >Age 51. >Stomach cancer. Like your father. >Last words: "France... Army... Head of the Army... Joséphine..." Leaves behind: The Napoleonic Code. Law for half the world. The metric system standardised. The modern administrative state. The proof that one man, armed with will and intellect alone, can rise from obscurity, crown himself emperor, and bend the fate of nations to his command.

DejaRu22's tweet photo. YOU ARE NAPOLEON.

>Born 1769. Corsica. Island barely French.

>Father dies when you're fifteen.

>Mother raises eight children. Iron will.

>Sent to military school in France.

>Mocked for your accent. Your poverty. Your foreignness.

>You don't forget.

>Become an artillery officer.

>Revolution erupts.

>France devours itself.

>Chaos everywhere. You see opportunity.

>Siege of Toulon. 1793.

>British hold the port.

>Generals fumble. Politicians panic.

>You're 24. A nobody.

>You place the guns yourself.

>Storm the key position in the rain.

>Shot in the thigh.

>Keep fighting.

>Toulon falls.

>Promoted to brigadier general overnight.

>Then comes the purge.

>Robespierre's allies fall. You were close to them.

>Arrested. Imprisoned. Career over.

>Released. Broke. Starving.

>Consider leaving France entirely.

>October 1795.

>Royalist mob marches on the government.

>They need a general. No one will do it.

>You will.

>"Give me guns."

>Grapeshot into the crowd.

>The rebellion ends in minutes.

>You save the Republic with a whiff of canister.

>Rewarded with command of the Army of Italy.

>It's a joke. Starving men. No boots. No pay.

>You arrive.

>Within weeks, they would die for you.

>Austria sends army after army.

>You destroy them all.

>Lodi. Arcole. Rivoli.

>At Arcole, you grab a flag and charge across a bridge under fire.

>Nearly killed.

>Pulled from a swamp by your men.

>They start calling you "The Little Corporal."

>You're 27.

>Masters of Europe tremble at your name.

>Return to Paris a conqueror.

>They fear you now.

>Send you to Egypt. Out of sight.

>You take scientists. Scholars. Soldiers.

>Win battles. Discover the Rosetta Stone.

>Fleet destroyed at the Nile.

>Trapped.

>News reaches you: France is losing. Directory collapsing.

>You abandon the army.

>Sail home through British blockade.

>Arrive in Paris like a ghost.

>November 1799.

>Coup d'état.

>You seize power.

>First Consul. Then Consul for Life.

>Then something else.

>December 2, 1804.

>Notre-Dame Cathedral.

>Pope himself is there to crown you.

>You take the crown from his hands.

>Place it on your own head.

>No one gives you power. You take it.

>Emperor of the French.

>Europe unites against you.

>Austria. Russia. Prussia. Britain.

>Coalition after coalition.

>You break them all.

>Austerlitz. 1805.

>The masterpiece.

>Two emperors against you. Tsar. Kaiser.

>You fake weakness. They attack.

>You annihilate them.

>40,000 casualties. In hours.

>Generals will study this battle for two centuries.

>You redraw the map of Europe.

>Jena. 1806.

>Prussia thought itself invincible.

>You destroy their army in a single afternoon.

>Enter Berlin as conqueror.

>Friedland. 1807.

>Russia sues for peace.

>You meet the Tsar on a raft.

>Two emperors. Middle of a river.

>Divide Europe between you.

>You are 37.

>Rule from Lisbon to the Russian border.

>Kings are your puppets. Brothers on thrones.

>But there is no peace.

>Spain resists. Guerrilla war. The bleeding ulcer.

>Britain cannot be invaded. Their ships rule the waves.

>You try to strangle them economically.

>Continental System. Europe closed to British trade.

>Russia breaks the embargo.

>1812.

>You invade with 600,000 men.

>Largest army ever assembled.

>They retreat. Burn everything.

>You take Moscow.

>It's empty.

>Then it burns.

>Winter comes.

>The retreat begins.

>Cold. Hunger. Cossacks.

>Men freeze standing up.

>Horses eaten alive.

>Of 600,000, fewer than 100,000 return.

>Europe smells blood.

>Coalition forms again.

>Leipzig. 1813.

>Battle of Nations.

>Outnumbered. Outgunned.

>You fight for three days.

>Defeated.

>Pushed back to France.

>They invade your homeland.

>You fight like a demon.

>Win battle after battle.

>Not enough.

>Paris falls.

>Your marshals refuse to march.

>"The army will follow me."

>"The army will follow its generals."

>April 1814.

>Abdication.

>Exiled to Elba.

>A tiny island. A toy kingdom.

>Europe thinks you're finished.

>You escape.

>March 1, 1815.

>Land in France with 1,000 men.

>Army sent to arrest you.

>You walk toward them alone.

>Open your coat.

>"Soldiers, if there is one among you who would shoot his emperor, here I am."

>They join you.

>Every army sent to stop you joins you instead.

>The Bourbons flee.

>You enter Paris in triumph.

>Emperor again.

>100 days.

>Europe mobilises everything.

>Waterloo. June 18, 1815.

>Wellington. Blücher. Rain. Mud.

>So close.

>The Guard advances.

>The Guard retreats.

>For the first time ever.

>"La Garde recule!"

>Panic. Rout. End.

>Surrender to the British.

>They exile you to St. Helena.

>Rock in the South Atlantic.

>Edge of the world.

>Six years.

>They let you rot.

>Arsenic in the wallpaper. Maybe poison. Maybe not.

>You dictate your memoirs.

>Shape your own legend.

>Die May 5, 1821.

>Age 51.

>Stomach cancer. Like your father.

>Last words: "France... Army... Head of the Army... Joséphine..."

Leaves behind:
The Napoleonic Code.
Law for half the world.
The metric system standardised.
The modern administrative state.

The proof that one man, armed with will and intellect alone, can rise from obscurity, crown himself emperor, and bend the fate of nations to his command.

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@majestymasculin

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HABITS THAT FIX YOUR HEALTH FASTER 1 Drinking warm water every morning -3 weeks 2 Sleeping before 11 PM - 21 days 3 Walking 8k-10k steps - 30 days 4 Eating whole foods daily - 1 month 5 Reducing sugar intake - 3 weeks 6 Consistent stretching - 30 days 7 Improving gut health - 60 days 8 Strength training regularly - 2 months 9 Fixing your posture - 45 days

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AFRICAMUSTBEFREE!!!!!!!

@engrICO2015

5 months ago

I can assure you with certainty that it is only 5% of drivers world 🌍 wide that know the function and how to use this 👇 button in a car 🚗 Watch and learn to safe a life 🧬

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Crazy Moments

@Crazymoments01

5 months ago

Predators thought they had a chance - until the hippo began firing at full throttle.

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King Leo

@CoachKingLeon

5 months ago

DO THIS BEFORE YOUR PHONE GETS STOLEN: (Bookmark for later) For ANDROID Users (Samsung, Tecno, Infinix, Itel, Pixel, etc.) A. Sync your Google Account: This is a non-negotiable - Go to your Settings → Accounts → Add Google account - Make sure it syncs (contacts, device info) B. Screen Lock (VERY IMPORTANT) - Go to Settings → Security -Set PIN or Password PS: Do NOT use swipe only C. Turn ON Find My Device - Go to Settings → Security → Find My Device → ON Location → ON Google Location Accuracy → ON D. Device Encryption It's usually ON by default (Android 10+) Go to Settings → Security → Encryption (confirm) E. SIM Security Set SIM PIN This prevents thieves from using your SIM in another phone For IPHONE Users A. Apple ID Settings → Sign in to Apple ID B. Turn ON Find My iPhone - Go to Settings → Apple ID → Find My → ON - Enable Find My Network - Enable Send Last Location C. Passcode & Biometrics - Enable 6-digit or alphanumeric passcode - Turn on Face ID / Touch ID (Share with your friends and family members)

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