For those of you mad I didn't support the token. There are certain principles I stand by and I am not going to sacrifice my image for easy cash. It might be tempting but its not right and I want to stand by what I think is right.
@japan_nobunaga@bsharp1115 I visited Tokyo in 2019 for 4 days. I absolutely love the Japanese people and the Japanese culture. When I return to Japan, I want to go see Old world Japan with rice paper doors and Shinto architecture.
I find great joy in your posts. Japan is our greatest ally. Thank you ❤️
lol- you’re retarded. If it was any other race nothing would have happened.
People whine online about working for white men all the time. There’s an entire genre at Barnes and noble for it. Nobody cares.
“It was a statement”
Yeah- you know what else was a statement- working with the cofounder of Palantir to dox a 19 year old and get your buddies at all the biggest mainstream news publications to run national headlines about him and try to destroy his life.
That’s a statement.
“Just look how fun it is to have a Jewish boss. Look how fun we are!”
USA. A backyard. A man. A grill. Four hours.
He never left it once.
Everyone else drifted, drank, wandered, laughed.
He stood before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable.
I knew him at once.
The keeper of the sacred fire.
I took my place beside him.
I said nothing.
This is the first rule.
You do not speak first to the man at the grill.
After a long while, he spoke.
"Low and slow," he said, eyes never leaving the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."
I bowed my head.
A blade. A tea. A life.
None can be rushed.
I had crossed four thousand miles of ocean to hear my grandfather's words spoken by a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.
"Everything worth doing is slow," I said.
I have never cooked meat in my life.
But I said it as if I had said it a thousand times before.
He glanced at me.
Something passed between us. A current older than language.
His voice dropped, low, almost ashamed.
"My wife says just use the oven."
He shook his head at the fire.
"She doesn't get it."
"They never do," I said.
And this is where the man transformed.
For the first time in years, he had been understood.
He rose to meet it.
His back straightened.
His shoulders set.
His voice fell half an octave.
A teenager reached for the grill.
He lifted one hand without even looking.
"Not yet."
The boy retreated. He did not argue. He could not have argued.
A woman asked when the food would be done.
He told the flames, not her.
"It's ready when it's ready."
Three people approached.
Three were turned away with a single word each.
By the fourth hour, no one questioned him.
The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.
Then he turned to me.
He held out the fork.
"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."
I have stood at the gate of lords with a naked blade in my hand.
Nothing has ever weighed as much as that fork.
I did not move my eyes from the coals.
I did not touch the meat.
I did not know how.
I would not learn.
To learn would be to break the moment.
When he returned, I handed back the fork without a word, as one returns a sword to its rightful master.
He served everyone before himself.
He ate last, standing, still watching the fire.
We never traded names. We did not need to.
He believed he had finally met a man who took grilling seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.
Neither of us will correct the other.
Not now. Not ever.
So I have made a vow.
Every summer of my life, I will return to this country.
I will find a backyard. I will find a man at a grill.
I will stand beside him and say nothing until he speaks.
And when he says "low and slow," I will bow my head as if my grandfather had spoken.
I will die before I tell him I do not know how to cook meat.
"KISS THE COOK," his apron commanded.
I have obeyed.
I will obey again.
This World Cup, everyone with Norway 🇳🇴
The joy Norway experienced at the end of the match after defeating Israel 5-0:
Norway donated all the match's proceeds to Palestine.