In Japan, you put -san after a person's name. It is respect. Everyone gets it. The plumber, the mayor, the child at the register.
So in Tennessee I called the man at the tire shop Gary-san.
He stopped. He said, "Like Daniel-san?"
I said yes, exactly like that, though I had not seen the movie at the time, which I have since corrected.
He liked it. He liked it the way men here like a thing, immediately and out loud. He called into the back, "Dwayne-san, pull the Silverado around."
Dwayne-san pulled the Silverado around.
By the end of the week the tire shop was Gary-san, Dwayne-san, and a woman named Peg-san who does the books and did not ask for this.
It has spread. The Little League coach is Coach Mike-san on the sign at the field. The barber is Earl-san. A man at the gas station introduced himself to me as "Randy-san, since that's apparently what we do now."
At last Friday's football game the scoreboard read HOME-SAN 21, VISITORS-SAN 14. The visitors had not been consulted. They lost anyway, respectfully.
In my country everyone gets -san. It took us about a thousand years.
In Tennessee everyone gets -san, including the visiting team, whether they wanted it or not, and they got it 21 to 14.
I have lived in America long enough to learn one absolute rule: Americans will argue about everything.
They argue about barbecue sauce. They argue about the weather. They argue about which truck brand can pull a heavier oak tree. In Tennessee, I once watched two men debate mayonnaise brands with the intensity of two samurais preparing for a duel at sunrise.
So yesterday, when I entered a diner off the highway and saw complete, heavy silence, I prepared for battle.
Every truck driver had removed his baseball cap. The TV in the corner was playing a message from a nephew. Men with beards down to their chests were quietly staring at their coffee cups.
"Charlene," I whispered to the waitress, keeping my hand near my side. "Has a foreign king declared war upon the republic?"
"No, honey," Charlene said, her voice shaking slightly as she wiped the counter with unusual slowness. "Aunt Dolly passed away. She went to rest on a bed of cotton."
I did not know this Aunt Dolly. But as I listened, I learned this woman gave over two hundred million books to children with no castle of their own, wrote songs that healed entire valleys, and spent eighty years wearing fifty pounds of shiny rhinestones so that everyone else could feel joy.
When a great feudal lord passes in Japan, the province weeps for forty days. Here, Charlene just put on a record called '9 to 5,' and fifteen grown men softly sang the chorus while staring at their hash browns.
I stood up, bowed ninety degrees to the television screen, and recited my deepest respect for the Queen of Tennessee.
Charlene gave me extra bacon and told me that Dolly would have liked my armor, though she would have probably glued glitter on the helmet.
And just like that, the most damning Epstein files completely VANISHED from the media.
A sitting congressman, Ted Lieu, said on the record the Epstein files are being blocked because they show Trump raped and threatened to kill children.
Lets make this viral again 👇
Republicans had a whole ass evil manifesto sitting out in the open detailing how their master plan is to make life hell for everyone and people still voted for them cause they liked the parts where they put immigrants into concentration camps and banned trans women from sports
Y’all get what this is, right? Just by touching you with these gloves, cops can literally force your body to involuntarily spasm in a way that looks enough like “resisting arrest” on a bodycam video to justify beating your brains out & shooting you dead consequence-free
“Do You Support Israel’s Right to Exist?” Mehdi Hasan FIRES BACK
Mehdi Hasan: I've been debating hardcore Zionists, Israeli supporters of Israel, for years. And the conversation always comes back to one talking point:
“Do you, or do you not support Israel’s right to exist?”
If you don't, you're an extremist, you're an anti-Semite, you want to wipe Israel and millions of Israeli Jews off the map.
But you don't have to concede on this point. It's a bullshit argument.
Number one: Right to exist where?
Israel is the only country in the world that refuses to define its borders.
So if you want me to recognize Israel's right to exist, does that extend into Gaza, the West Bank, the Golan Heights, East Jerusalem all considered illegally occupied territory under international law?
So, right to exist where?
Number two: What is this right to exist? Where does it come from?
States don't have a right to exist. People, individuals have a right to exist. Human beings have that right. Not states, not countries.
The USSR broke up into Russia and 14 other states. Yugoslavia broke up. Czechoslovakia split into Slovakia and the Czech Republic.
What happened to their “right to exist”?
People have rights, not states.
And number three: If there is a right to exist, does Palestine have a right to exist?
Israel exists. It's a country with sovereignty, it's on the map.
The idea that in a world where Israel is genociding the Palestinians in Gaza, ethnically cleansing them in the West Bank, and blocking their legal right to return the idea that Israel's right to exist is the one we should be concerned about, and not Palestine's, is both ridiculous and, let's be honest, racist.
Someone once asked me:
“It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war.
But how does the warrior stay a warrior when life becomes peaceful?”
I thought about that for a while.
And I think the question may be backwards.
A warrior in a garden does not spend every morning proving that he is still a warrior.
He tends the garden.
He protects what has grown there.
He fixes what is broken.
He teaches the young.
He does the difficult things nobody sees.
And when the people he loves can sleep without fear, he does not wonder whether he has become weak.
That was the point.
Perhaps peace does not mean the warrior has lost his purpose.
Perhaps peace is what all that training was for.
We spend so much of our lives asking:
Am I still strong?
Am I still useful?
Am I still respected?
Do I still matter?
Maybe those are the wrong questions.
Look at what is under your protection.
Is your family safe?
Are the people around you stronger because you are there?
Did you do what needed to be done today, even when nobody was watching?
Then the warrior is still there.
A sword is not valuable because it is always drawn.
Sometimes its highest purpose is making sure it never needs to be.
Take care of your garden.
That may be the greatest battle you ever win.
A fully masked ICE agent pepper sprayed a woman in New York yesterday merely for videotaping
He approached her. She was standing still. That guy needs jail time.
If this goes viral, the city will seek charges.