I went to my sister's talent show at the school. She was six or seven. I was eight or nine.
We sat there and some girl went up to play.
She started playing the violin and she made a mistake. She played again, and she made a mistake. And again. And then she started crying.
Everyone cheered and clapped for her. And then she finished.
My Dad taps me and goes, “How was that son?” I was like, “Shit”.
We finished watching the rest of the talent show. Then we drove home. Completely uneventful. We get to the house.
Dad gets my sister’s violin, gives it to me and goes, “Play the violin”.
“But I can't”. He said, “No, you said that girl was shit. You want to sit there and judge someone who's doing something you can't even do. You said she's shit, so play the violin like she did”.
“I can't Dad.” He said, “Then why'd you say she was shit”?
He beat the fuck out of me that day.
I've kept that lesson forever.
Elon's putting rockets in space. He's literally advancing humanity. He's putting chips in people's brains. And there are people on X who’ve achieved nothing, hating on him.
I can't put rockets in space. So I respect what he's doing. I respect him as an individual because he's doing things I cannot do.
Because that was trained into me on violin day.
Next time I was asked, “What do you think of that skateboarder”? I was like, “Well, I can't do that. So I respect them”.
Maybe they fell off, but I can't do it. If I want to have an opinion on them, I have to become competent in that field.
Even my enemies who I don't like, who I may disagree with ideologically, I can still respect if they've achieved something. I'm not emotional about it.
I became very realistic about the world with that one ass kicking.
All it takes is one good ass kicking. You learn fast. Kids nowadays don't have that.
As daylight's embrace softly fades, a silent figure stands, a beacon of kindness. The sunset paints the heavens in liquid gold, mirroring the warmth that echoes in hearts touched by gentle deeds.
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The British state is attempting to publicly destroy me, an innocent man, to absolve itself of its sins.
It believes it can burn me at the stake publicly as a symbol of how seriously they “protect” women and girls and vulnerable people.
They want you to forget that Phillip Schofield and Huw Edwards raped children and never went to jail.
They want you to forget that 250,000 young girls were raped by grooming gangs with police cooperation.
They want you to forget they allow rapists and murderers to arrive by boat every single day and stab your children and attack women.
They believe by destroying me they can show they are against these things and are “tough on crime”.
But the fact these things happened and continue to happen while they use every power available to chase me around the world does nothing but show the public how corrupt and complicit they really are in all the crimes that have taken place.
Absolutely nobody trusts the British state anymore.
The endless decade pursuit of me only makes people trust them less, why don’t they use a fraction of this police effort to stop the small boats or grooming gangs?
Because they wanted those to happen.
And they want to destroy me to cover for their acts and pretend they are not corrupt scum.