I'M into strength training, survivalism, self improvement. Pagan Conservative. Praise be to Herne the Hunter!
"FIT CHECK FOR MY NAPALM ERA!" -- MIRA KPDH MAHA
The god that I follow, Herne The Hunter, values wisdom and courage above all else. He's about respect, skills like wildcrafting, inner strength, and protecting those close to ya. He is a protector of the wild things and of leaders. He is about honesty too.
Nothing in my life compares to my children.
I have had a career overwhelming in its depth, excitement, intrigue, mystery and consequence. I love my wife Tammy deeply—loyal, beautiful, provocative—my friend for more than fifty years. It's a privilege and an honor to be married to her. I can't believe my good fortune in a partner.
But nothing in my life compares to my children.
And they in turn love their children. Julian and his wife Jillian have three. That's an increasingly rare accomplishment. They were bested on that front, however, this week.
My daughter Mikhaila and her husband Jordan welcomed the arrival of their fourth child Francis Jordan Fuller, eight pounds one oz, Tuesday, July 28 at 11:14 PM.
Mother and son are doing well.
Let us take a moment, in consequence, to marvel at women.
Over the last three years, I watched my daughter Mikhaila juggle my affairs and my illness, start and run Peterson Academy with her husband Jordan, launch Afterparty, a new commercial product, while preparing two more (coming soon), and initiate a formal clinical trial of a dietary intervention for autoimmune disorders—all the while, pregnant and with small children.
George is not yet three, Audrey not two, and now, in the midst of all that, Francis. And her pregnancies have not been easy: Mik's health is precarious, in consequence of her auto-immune condition, which manifested itself early in her life and took two of her joints: her left ankle and her right hip. She's managed to put into remission what the staff at the Toronto Hospital for Sick Children described as the worst case of juvenile rheumatoid arthritis they had even seen. But maintaining that requires constant attention and management.
Mikhaila has an older child, too. Elizabeth Scarlett, now nearing nine. She's an absolute delight, as healthy, well-managed children can God willing be: clowny, happy, clear-headed, playful, beautiful, social, friendly, smart and talented. George, a little clown himself, is thriving and—more miraculously—so is Audrey.
That little girl was hospitalized last year with a rare virally induced cardiac problem. It almost killed her. Mikhaila and my son-in-law JF spent weeks in the hospital with their new baby. Thank God she recovered.
None of that stopped my daughter. In the midst of catastrophe, she determined to bring forth new life: three children in the last three years. An all-consuming enterprise, which she has managed without being all consumed.
I suppose in some ways it's the most commonplace of things, although the deadly low birth rate in the West suggests otherwise. But life is the miraculous in the commonplace: there are some nine billion of us, but every one of us is unique—something that never happened before and never will again. The wise remember that every second of their lives.
And now we have Francis.
Congratulations, to Mikhaila and JF.
Congratulations, Tam, my love.
And to baby Francis Fuller: welcome to the world, terrible and wonderful as it is.
@Tyr808@reddit_lies It might be due to not washing their hands, but then again, they are posting on Reddit, so 'pheromone maxxing' might be a distinct possibility too. 🤣
Apparently, I'm supposed to be angry at Hollywood because they didn't "let me see myself" onscreen for 100 years.
Well I can't be angry about that - because they did represent me.
When Superman caught Lois in 1978, that was me.
When Indiana Jones fought the Nazis for the Ark, that was me.
When Luke Skywalker destroyed the Death Star, that was me.
When James Bond saved the world 20 times (before Daniel Craig), that was me.
When John McClane defeated Hans Gruber, that was me.
When Spider-Man stopped the runaway train, that was me.
When Neo stopped the bullets and defeated Agent Smith, that was me.
When The Terminator said "Come with me if you eant to live," that was me.
And when Ripley said, "Get away from her, you bitch!" - that was me too.
Because I'm NOT the color of my skin.
I'm the content of my character.
And my character is heroic, honorable, courageous, determined, and willing to fight against impossible odds.
That's who I USED to see on the screen.
Hollywood won't give us that anymore.
For that, I am angry.
@ShamashAran Not only were his films ground breaking, they were a phenomenon. Tv stations around the world would simulcasted the Black or White film it was 30 countries that did this. The world literally stopped when he released new works. This was all pre-internet too! Youtube didn't exist!
My American brothers and sisters, 🇺🇸
Can I ask you for one sincere favor, just this once?
There’s a Japanese guy here who truly loves America.
That’s all.
I need every single one of you.
Please help me make this reach beyond the algorithm.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
It is with profound sorrow that we bid farewell to Jeanne Gibson, our beloved Rosie the Riveter, has passed away today, July 29, 2026, at the remarkable age of 100. With her passing, we don't simply mourn the loss of a beloved friend, we honor the life of an American hero whose courage, dedication, and unwavering spirit helped shape history, and will continue to inspire generations to come.📷📷
At just 18 years old, Jeanne left her home in Minnesota in the summer of 1944 and answered her nation's call, becoming a welder at Todd Pacific Shipyards in Seattle. With determination and grit, she helped build destroyers that strengthened the Allied war effort during World War II. She later continued her service with the Army Transportation Corps in Juneau, Alaska, embodying the resilience and patriotism of the Greatest Generation.
Yet Jeanne's legacy extended far beyond the war. She earned her Ph.D., dedicated three decades to teaching, earned her private pilot license, and spent the rest of her life proving that courage, determination, and purpose know no age.
In 2024, Jeanne and her fellow Rosies were collectively awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, one of our nation's highest civilian honors, recognizing the extraordinary women whose sacrifices and determination helped secure victory during World War II.
To all of us at Pacific Historic Parks, Jeanne was far more than a Rosie, she was family. She traveled to Hawaiʻi time and again to share her remarkable story with visitors, inspire local students, and ensure that the sacrifices of the Home Front would never be forgotten. Her radiant smile, generous heart, and boundless enthusiasm touched every life she encountered.
She had a special gift for encouraging young girls, reminding them that no dream was too big and no obstacle too great. Through her words and her example, she inspired generations to believe in themselves and pursue lives of courage, service, and purpose.
Jeanne remained a tireless advocate for preserving the legacy of the Rosies, volunteering at Rosie the Riveter WWII Home Front National Historical Park on "Rosie Fridays" and ensuring the stories of the women who helped win the war would continue to inspire future generations.
In one of life's poignant moments, just days before her passing, Jeanne was celebrated with a Wall of Honor banner at the park she loved so dearly and recognized during a San Jose Earthquakes halftime ceremony honoring Bay Area heroes. It was a fitting tribute to a woman whose life was defined by selfless service, quiet strength, and extraordinary grace.
Though Jeanne has taken her final flight, her legacy will never fade. It lives on in every story she shared, every young person she inspired, every life she touched, and in the enduring example of courage she leaves behind.
Our hearts are with Jeanne's family, her fellow Rosies, and all who were blessed to know and love her.
Rest in peace, Jeanne Gibson.
Thank you for answering the call when your country needed you most. Thank you for showing generations what courage looks like. We will remember you always
Did you know the U.S. Navy reportedly keeps a fallen WWII pilot on its active duty roster and carries his actual skull into combat? The legend dates back to April 1, 1945, when, during the bloody invasion of Okinawa, an F4U Corsair flown by Ensign Jack Ernie received a mortal hit. Even as his Corsair fell apart, Ernie managed to splash one final Zero before entering an unrecoverable dive. Just before plunging into the Pacific, his iconic final words over the radio were reportedly: "Skipper, I can't get out! Remember me with the Jolly Rogers!" 1/2
🦔AI companies are bulk-buying rare books, scanning them through high-speed machines that cut the spines off, and shredding the originals. A service called ISBNdb facilitates orders of up to a million books and keeps buyers anonymous. Pre-2022 books are premium because they're free of AI-generated text. A federal judge ruled the practice is fair use because eliminating the original means only one copy exists at a time. Anthropic hired the former head of Google Books partnerships to obtain "all the books in the world."
My Take
This got to me. A bookseller told 404 Media that rare books with almost no surviving copies are being fed into this pipeline. Books that survived wars, fires, and centuries of handling are being shredded so an AI can learn to write a better marketing email.
ISBNdb's website literally says "'AI company destroys two million books' is not a headline that generates sympathy," and they still built an entire business around making it happen quietly. They offer NDAs as a feature. They coach clients to call it "digital preservation."
I've covered AI companies scraping the internet, torrenting libraries, and stealing music. This is worse because it's irreversible. You can re-upload a website. You can reprint a bestseller. You can't replace the last three copies of an 18th-century botanical text once someone shreds them for training data. And the judge said it's legal. So it's going to accelerate.
"We shred rare books and offer NDAs so nobody finds out" is a legitimate business model in 2026. What a timeline.
Hedgie🤗
🦔AI companies are bulk-buying rare books, scanning them through high-speed machines that cut the spines off, and shredding the originals. A service called ISBNdb facilitates orders of up to a million books and keeps buyers anonymous. Pre-2022 books are premium because they're free of AI-generated text. A federal judge ruled the practice is fair use because eliminating the original means only one copy exists at a time. Anthropic hired the former head of Google Books partnerships to obtain "all the books in the world."
My Take
This got to me. A bookseller told 404 Media that rare books with almost no surviving copies are being fed into this pipeline. Books that survived wars, fires, and centuries of handling are being shredded so an AI can learn to write a better marketing email.
ISBNdb's website literally says "'AI company destroys two million books' is not a headline that generates sympathy," and they still built an entire business around making it happen quietly. They offer NDAs as a feature. They coach clients to call it "digital preservation."
I've covered AI companies scraping the internet, torrenting libraries, and stealing music. This is worse because it's irreversible. You can re-upload a website. You can reprint a bestseller. You can't replace the last three copies of an 18th-century botanical text once someone shreds them for training data. And the judge said it's legal. So it's going to accelerate.
"We shred rare books and offer NDAs so nobody finds out" is a legitimate business model in 2026. What a timeline.
Hedgie🤗