My last day in Japan, sitting in Narita Airport waiting for my flight.
I was thinking about all the small moments. The bows. The white gloves. The perfect change counted back to me. The restaurant staff said goodbye as I left.
And I realized something.
All through the trip, I'd been thinking "wow, Japanese people are so polite, so respectful, and such good service."
But that framing was wrong. Like they were performing politeness FOR me.
It wasn't a performance. It wasn't for me.
That's just how they treat everyone. How they treat each other. How they move through the world.
The taxi driver wore white gloves when driving Japanese salarymen too. The convenience store worker bowed to everyone. The rules at the onsen applied to locals too.
I wasn't special. I was just in a place where treating people with respect is the default.
And sitting in that airport, about to fly back to a place where customer service workers get yelled at and no one helps anyone and everything is a transaction...
I cried a little, not gonna lie.
Because for a few weeks, I got to live in a world where helping people is normal. Where good service is expected, not exceptional. Where doing the right thing doesn't require recognition.
And I didn't want to leave that world.
Boarding my flight, the gate agent bowed and said "thank you for visiting Japan."
I bowed back. Said thank you for having me.
It felt like I was leaving home, even though I'd only been there a month.
Funny how that works.
There's this vending machine on this random mountain road in rural Japan that I passed during a hiking trip. Middle of nowhere, no buildings around, just this vending machine.
I needed water so I stopped. The machine was fully stocked, drinks, snacks, everything. Prices were normal, not marked up even though it's the only vending machine for miles.
There was an old man restocking it while I was there. I asked him in broken Japanese if he owns it. He said yes.
Asked how often he comes to restock it. He said once a week, sometimes twice if it's summer and people are hiking more.
I did the math in my head, the drive up there is at least 40 minutes from the nearest town, winding mountain roads. Gas, time, effort... there's no way he's making much profit.
I asked him why he keeps it running. He said "someone might need a cold drink after a long hike."
Then he told me he used to hike this mountain with his wife before she passed. They always wished there was a vending machine at this spot. So when she died, he put one there.
"I restock it every week. It's like I'm still taking care of her, yunno? Making sure the mountain has what she wished it had."
I bought three drinks I didn't need. It felt like the least I could do.
In 458 BC, Rome was on the brink of collapse.
An invading army had trapped the Roman consul and his legion in a mountain pass. Panic spread through the city. The Senate did the only thing they could think of:
They sent messengers to find a 60-year-old farmer plowing his field.
His name was Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus. He had once been a senator, then lost his fortune paying his son's bail. Now he worked his own four-acre plot just to feed his family.
When the Senate's envoys arrived, they found him sweating behind a plow. They asked him to put on his toga so they could deliver an official message.
The message: Rome was making him dictator. Absolute power. Total command of the army. No checks. No oversight. No term limit.
He accepted.
Within 16 days, Cincinnatus had raised an army, marched out, surrounded the enemy, and forced their surrender. The republic was saved.
He had legal authority to rule for six months. He could have stayed. He could have expanded his power. He could have done what every other ruler in human history did when handed unlimited control.
Instead, he resigned on day 16.
He took off the toga, walked back to his farm, and finished plowing the field he'd left half-done.
Twenty years later, when Rome faced another crisis, they called him back. He was 80 years old. He took command, crushed the conspiracy, and resigned again, this time after just 21 days.
He died poor. On his farm.
2,200 years later, when George Washington was offered a kingship after winning the American Revolution, he refused and went home to Mount Vernon. The reason he was hailed as "the American Cincinnatus" is because Europeans literally could not believe a man who had won would willingly give up power.
King George III, on hearing Washington would resign rather than rule, said: "If he does that, he will be the greatest man in the world."
The lesson isn't that Cincinnatus was humble.
The lesson is that for most of human history, the people most qualified to lead were the ones who didn't want to. And the moment a society starts rewarding those who chase power instead of those who flee from it is the moment the republic begins to die.
Cincinnati, Ohio is named after him.
Most people who live there have no idea why.
I Lost my wallet in Tokyo. Like completely lost it. I had all my cards, my cash, everything. I was freaking out.
Went back to every place I'd been that day. Nothing. Went to the police station to file a report, not expecting anything.
The officer asked for my name and address where I was staying. Went to check the lost and found.
I came back with my wallet. Everything is still in it. All the cash, all the cards, even receipts I didn't care about.
I was shocked. Asked where it was found. He checked the report and said "Family Mart, Shibuya. Turned in by an employee 20 minutes after you left."
I went back to that Family Mart to thank whoever found it. The employee who turned it in wasn't there, but his coworker said he'll pass along the message.
I asked what the person's name was so I could come back. The coworker looked confused and said "he doesn't need thanks. It is normal to return a wallet."
Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Of course you return a lost wallet. Why wouldn't you?
I'd been living in the US too long, I guess. Forgot that some places, doing the right thing is just... normal.
In 1776
James Madison was 25
Alexander Hamilton was 21
James Monroe was 18
Henry Knox was 25
Nathan Hale was 21
We coddle our youth.
We should give them more responsibility and expect more of them.
It’s a compelling visual. I understand the appeal.
But a lot of what’s shown here doesn’t hold up under real-world conditions.
Anyone who has operated in austere or combat environments will recognize some immediate gaps. A few commenters are catching pieces of it.
The issues aren’t just tactical, they’re fundamental:
• Thermal failure — shipping containers, as shown, have effectively zero insulation value. In a place like Alaska, that’s not uncomfortable, it’s unlivable without major modification.
• Energy reality — “off-grid” in that climate requires serious modeling. Winter solar production, storage, and heating loads are being ignored.
• System fragility — water, waste, fuel, and maintenance chains are not addressed. Those are what actually break first.
• Security theater vs. security — perimeter walls and towers look convincing, but real security is layered, redundant, and operational—not just visual.
The idea—independence, resilience, self-reliance—is absolutely valid.
But execution is everything.
This can be done. Just not like this.
If someone is serious about it:
engage experienced designers, model the energy systems properly, and pressure-test the plan with people who’ve actually lived and operated in harsh, remote conditions.
That’s how you get something that works.
In Japan , home property tax depreciates to land value only over 35 years. One of our Japan homes is just $50usd per year, the other barely
$100. And doing over $150k in remodeling and additions did not affect the tax. America needs something to allow owners to fully own their homes. One time sales tax comes to mind. Many folks move every 5-7 years. Ok they can be the source of replacement funds to whatever government you imagine you need. But as for us, we recommend living outside city limits and remove one layer of property tax. Just county. Not municipal. In rural Oregon that saved us 75% off taxes on a comparable home in town. Or about $3k per year. Its a big first step. Next. No HOA, another layer of government you don't need and must pay for. Next . Chose a home or site on well and septic. Now you don't pay municipal water or sewer and no one can just shut it off. Then produce enough power on your home site to not need the electric utility company.but that's a big conversation for another day....
It’s a compelling visual. I understand the appeal.
But a lot of what’s shown here doesn’t hold up under real-world conditions.
Anyone who has operated in austere or combat environments will recognize some immediate gaps. A few commenters are catching pieces of it.
The issues aren’t just tactical, they’re fundamental:
• Thermal failure — shipping containers, as shown, have effectively zero insulation value. In a place like Alaska, that’s not uncomfortable, it’s unlivable without major modification.
• Energy reality — “off-grid” in that climate requires serious modeling. Winter solar production, storage, and heating loads are being ignored.
• System fragility — water, waste, fuel, and maintenance chains are not addressed. Those are what actually break first.
• Security theater vs. security — perimeter walls and towers look convincing, but real security is layered, redundant, and operational—not just visual.
The idea—independence, resilience, self-reliance—is absolutely valid.
But execution is everything.
This can be done. Just not like this.
If someone is serious about it:
engage experienced designers, model the energy systems properly, and pressure-test the plan with people who’ve actually lived and operated in harsh, remote conditions.
That’s how you get something that works.
There's something oddly beautiful about how men who have never met will silently unite when a problem appears. No introductions, no small talk-just a shared understanding that something needs fixing. 😃
"A CITIZEN'S RIGHTEOUS TESTIMONY 🔥”
I'm being taxed on money I never made.
Let that sink in.
I bought my property outright for $60,000 in 2015.
Now the county says it's worth $246,000. Did I sell it? No.
Did I make a profit?
No.
Did I get a check for $246,000?
No.
But my taxes jumped like I did.
That's the problem. This isn't income.
This isn't cash.
This is a number someone decided on paper - and now I'm being billed for it.
If my stock portfolio doubles, I don't pay taxes until I sell.
If my income doesn't increase, I don't magically owe more income tax.
So why does owning a home work differently?
Why am I being taxed on unrealized gains?
A house isn't just an investment - it's where people live.
And this system means you can do everything right, pay off your home, and still get squeezed harder every year because of a number you never turned into money.
You don't truly own something if you can be taxed out of it. This isn't about "services" or "inflation."
It's about being charged for value you never received And people are starting to notice."
…this needs to be on everyone's mind...
🎩 Property taxes: I did not write this, but it was posted locally.
Tennesseans are being taxed out of their homes. #Truth
Only if you have free energy. Free gasoline for the car and whatever you like for the home power.
Real Example: early 2000s we did 25-30 Chicago area clients home remodel and addition projects every year, second stories etc. Simply replacing the circa 1970s natural gas or oil furnace at 70% efficiency with new 90-95% efficiency gas furnaces cost about $2k , BUT the energy savings ROI or payback for that new furnace in Chicago's winter climate was less than one year 100% of the time. As in, in just 6 months of ONE Chicago winter the clients saved $2k in winter heating bills. Every single time. Similar for the heat pump air conditioning. SEER is the energy efficiency rating for those. And 2006 Chicago mandated SEER 12. My own was SEER 11, many clients worse. Today SEER 19 typical and 29 is off the shelf mistubishi high performance units
Ditto for walis and window thermal performance.
circa 1976 you would have likely single pane glass zero insulation value. And maybe no insulation or just R8 in the walls Today you can get windows which are U 0.1 or less= R10 and walls in most of the winter climate USA the code minimum us R21, but R30 is easy to achieve w 2x6 plus outer layer insul board which has become standard instead of 2x4, and not only that but 2x6 is much stronger in every way than 2x4.
So yea. I'll amend it,only if you don't know the technical performance differences, and you get ALL your energy for free.
Vehicle exampme: 2018 I traded a 30mpg Ram eco diesel crew cab 4x4 for a gas HEMI crew cab 4x4 my fuel economy dropped to 10 mpg real world. We lived 20 miles out of town. Bad mistake, reminded me of the 1972 mercury with a 460 v8 I bought when just 22 from a neighbor. 4mpg. really. It will eat low to moderate income folks budgets to death.
SAME is true for the 1976 specification house but trying to live with 2026 energy costs.
Hypothetically…….. I’m being taxed on money I never made. Let that sink in.
If I bought my property outright for $60,000 in 2009
Now the county says it’s worth $246,000.
Did I sell it? No.
Did I make a profit? No.
Did I get a check for $246,000? No.
But my taxes jumped like I did.
That’s the problem.
This isn’t income.
This isn’t cash.
This is a number someone decided on paper — and now I’m being billed for it.
If my stock portfolio doubles, I don’t pay taxes until I sell.
If my income doesn’t increase, I don’t magically owe more income tax.
So why does owning a home work differently?
Why am I being taxed on unrealized gains?
A house isn’t just an investment — it’s where people live. And this system means you can do everything right, pay off your home, and still get squeezed harder every year because of a number you never turned into money.
You don’t truly own something if you can be taxed out of it.
This isn’t about “services” or “inflation.”
It’s about being charged for value you never received.
And people are starting to notice.
This needs to be on everyone’s mind✔️
The 1993 Waco siege stands as a stark reminder of what happens when the federal government abandons restraint and tramples the rights it is supposed to protect. The ATF’s raid and the actions that followed were not just tragic mistakes, they were the predictable result of unchecked power, disregard for due process, and a willingness to use overwhelming force against civilians. What happened at Waco should never be forgotten, because it exposes how easily constitutional protections can be cast aside. If we fail to confront that reality, we invite it to happen again.
@LPTexas If you lived during this event, and much like Ruby Ridge, it changes your world view and how you function in innumerable and profound ways compared to the rest of society
I lived in Japan for a year. Most of my experiences were exhausting in ways I’d rather not get into, but this one still makes me laugh.
I was on the train in Osaka, minding my own business, when I noticed a group of school kids a few seats down. They were whispering, glancing at me, then whispering again. They kept passing a folded piece of paper between them as if they were planning something top secret.
I watched this go on for two stops.
Finally, one of the kids was pushed forward by the others. He walked over to me slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal that might bite. He stopped right in front of me, bowed politely, and held out the folded paper with both hands.
I opened it.
Inside was a handwritten note in careful English: “Hello. We think you are a very cool person. We are practicing our English. We hope this note is correct. Please give us a score.”
At the bottom, they had drawn a literal grading box, out of ten.
I looked up. Seven pairs of eyes were staring at me as if their entire semester depended on my response.
I pulled out a pen, wrote “10/10” in the box, and added a note: “Perfect English. Well done.”
The boy carried it back to the group. They read it together… and absolutely lost their minds. High-fives, jumping, and one kid even pumped his fist in the air.
Their teacher, who had been pretending not to watch from the end of the car, was biting her lip, trying hard not to smile.
I rode the rest of the journey grinning to myself.
That’s the Japan I always remember.
OTD,1775. Samuel Whittemore,aged 80 becomes a legend.
Whittemore working in his fields spotted an approaching British relief brigade, sent to assist the retreat from Concord. Whittemore loaded his musket and ambushed the British grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot from behind a nearby stone wall, killing one soldier. He then drew his dueling pistols, killed a second grenadier and mortally wounded a third. By the time Whittemore had fired his third shot, a British detachment had reached his position; Whittemore drew his sword and attacked.He was subsequently shot in the face, bayoneted numerous times, and left for dead in a pool of blood. He was found by colonial forces, trying to load his musket to resume the fight. He was taken to Dr. Cotton Tufts of Medford, who perceived no hope for his survival. However, Whittemore recovered and lived another 18 years until dying of natural causes at the age of 98. -wiki.
Thirty-three years ago today, the ATF began the siege in Waco that would end with them proudly posing over the smoldering bodies of DOZENS of women and children they had burned alive.
Never forgive. Never forget.