Ive been slowly realizing alot of ppl’s “scary” pics of Michael are just heavily edited (or taken with high flash cameras which can make anyone look ghostly)
The type of MJ lore you have to look for by yourself. The media is too busy telling you how much he hated being Black, hated Black People, didn't uplift them, never did anything for them.
His Legacy surviving such history rewriting and character assassinations is a miracle.
Let me trace the timeline here because nobody's connecting it.
Step 1: Scrape the entire internet. Every book, every article, every conversation, every piece of art, every forum post. Do it without asking. Do it without paying.
Step 2: Train a model on all of it. Call it "artificial intelligence."
Step 3: Go to BlackRock's Infrastructure Summit and announce: "We see a future where intelligence is a utility, like electricity or water, and people buy it from us on a meter."
Step 3 is where you sell people's own knowledge back to them. On a meter.
They took the collective output of human thought, compressed it into a model, and now they want to charge you by the token to access a version of what you and everyone you know already created.
One Reddit user put it perfectly: "They stole all this data from us, the people, our life's work, creativity, art, by devouring the internet and blowing through all copyright laws. Now they want to sell it back to us in the form of a utility."
Imagine if someone photocopied every book in the public library, burned the library down, and then opened a subscription service for the copies.
That's the metered intelligence business model.
And they're pitching it to infrastructure investors as though they invented water.
What do you mean Bryan Johnson is doing his weird science shit on his girlfriend but its probably the most comprehensive and highly funded research in women's health and he is probably going to cure endometriosis ?????
Oxygen already killed most of the life on Earth once. The first time it filled the air, around 2.4 billion years ago, it was so poisonous that nearly everything alive died. Scientists call it the Oxygen Catastrophe.
Back then the oceans were full of tiny microbes, and none of them used oxygen. Then one kind, an ancestor of the green scum you still see on ponds, started giving off oxygen as a waste gas, the same way you breathe out air you don’t need. Oxygen is a wrecker. It rips apart the delicate machinery inside a living cell, including the DNA, and as it built up in the water and then the sky, it triggered the first mass extinction this planet had ever seen.
A few survivors hid in the mud and deep underground where the gas couldn’t reach, and some of their descendants are still down there. But one tiny cell did something nobody else did. It ate a bacterium that had learned to use oxygen rather than die from it, and instead of digesting its meal, it kept it alive inside itself. That trapped bacterium became the mitochondria, the little engines that power your cells right now. Almost every cell you are made of carries hundreds or thousands of them, all descended from that one strange truce with a poison.
The trade was worth it because burning food with oxygen releases about 18 times more energy than burning it without. It is the reason anything can swim fast or think hard. Every big, fast-moving animal on Earth, you included, runs on the gas that almost ended life.
Oxygen changed the sky too. Some of it floated up high and turned into ozone, a thin layer that blocks most of the sun’s harshest rays. Before that shield existed, raw sunlight was strong enough to fry the DNA of anything out in the open, so life had to stay underwater, where a few feet of sea soaked up the danger. For almost two billion years, nothing lived on land at all. Only once the ozone grew thick enough, a few hundred million years ago, did the first plants and animals crawl out of the water.
And the old poison never really left. Every second, the oxygen your cells burn throws off tiny broken bits called free radicals, and they keep nicking your DNA and the proteins around it. The damage adds up, slowly, your whole life. Back in 1956 a scientist named Denham Harman suggested this slow rusting from the inside is a big reason we get old. People still argue about how much it matters, and no antioxidant pill has ever been shown to make anyone live longer, but the basic idea has held up. The gas keeping you alive right now is also quietly wearing you down, year by year. The joke just got the timing wrong. Oxygen really does kill slowly, and billions of years before we showed up, it already proved it can kill fast.
Women doing shit like this is exactly why we have had to deal with YEARS of women acting like all sex with men is degrading and comparing it to sex work smh lmao
Instead of telling a man that you hate what he’s doing, you sit there and countdown the moment until you can go play in your own pussy because even tho YOU clearly know what makes you cum, you didn’t want to tell the man YOU allowed to fuck you HOW to make you cum. 😭 AND on top of HATING it, you LIE and PRETEND that you loved it just so you can keep him around😭😭 I dont understand how you can’t see that you are literally causing your own misery. You hate men cause YOU are afraid of speaking up for YOURSELF to THEM. Learn how to stand TF up OFFLINE, good fucking god lmao
On the left is David Reimer, and on the right is Brenda Reimer. They are the same person.
As a child, he was the victim of a botched circumcision, and on the advice of a doctor, his family decided to have him castrated and raised as a girl.
For years, doctors presented the case as proof that a child’s gender identity could be shaped by upbringing.
But he never felt like a girl.
He rejected dresses, hated being treated that way, and struggled deeply with the identity forced on him.
At 14, his parents finally told him the truth. A year later, he chose to live as a boy again and took the name David.
He later married and became a stepfather, but the trauma followed him for the rest of his life.
In 2004, David Reimer died by suicide at 38.
Mossad booby‑trapped 21,000 communication devices with explosives, sent them to Lebanon through shell companies, and detonated them remotely — killing dozens (including children) and injuring over 3,400.
• The devices exploded in people's hands, on their faces, and in their pockets.
• They did it over two consecutive days.
• On day two, the explosives went off while Lebanese families were at the funerals of those killed the day before.
• The attack inflicted roughly 3,000 injuries in a single hour on the first day alone.
This terrorist attack was the largest simultaneous mass‑detonation in history by the number of individual bombs.
'israelis' joke about it to this day.
If you didn't boycott Apple for the Congo, boycott it now.
I think the difference is that Prince's weirdness was for the most part of a more understandable variety- adult, overtly sexual, eccentric in the way many artists tend to be. Jackson's was bizarre in a way the public had a difficult time wrapping their heads around.
That bag has a name. It's a bindle. And in the 1930s, about 250,000 American teenagers actually packed one and walked out the door to ride freight trains, looking for work after the crash wiped out their families' savings.
They were called boxcar boys and girls. Many were just 16 or 17. They left because there was no food at home, or because they didn't want to be another mouth their parents couldn't feed. One boy left home with the 72 cents his mother pulled from her purse, the last of her money. About 4 million Americans were on the road in those years.
The cartoon image we know traces back to two artists. Charlie Chaplin's Tramp character, the little guy in baggy pants with a stick, debuted in 1914. He became a global icon. Walt Disney later said Chaplin was one of the inspirations for Mickey Mouse. Then in 1958, Norman Rockwell painted a runaway boy carrying a bindle for the Saturday Evening Post cover. That picture is the one that stuck in our heads.
The actual life behind the bag was hard. People who lived it called themselves hobos, and they were strict about the word. A hobo was a worker who traveled. A tramp only worked when he had to. A bum didn't work at all. Hobos hated being mixed up with the other two.
They followed the harvests. Strawberries in spring, hops in summer, apples in fall, potatoes in winter. Pay was a few dollars a day, sometimes less.
Riding freight trains was illegal and could kill you. Railroad police, who they called bulls, beat them off the cars. You could slip and get crushed between cars. Or freeze to death sleeping in a boxcar in winter. A British poet named W.H. Davies, who wrote a memoir called The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp, lost his foot trying to jump onto a moving train.
So they built their own world. Their camps near rail yards were called jungles. They shared a stew called Mulligan, where everyone threw in a potato, or a piece of meat, or whatever they had. They left messages for each other on water tanks: a nickname, a date, and the direction they were heading, so the next person passing through could see who had been there. They had a phrase for someone who died on the road. He caught the Westbound.
In 1900, a town in Iowa called Britt, with about 2,000 people, decided to host them. Every August since, hobos and rail riders show up to crown a Hobo King and Queen, with crowns made from coffee cans. The convention is still running. There's a Hobo Memorial Cemetery in Britt for the ones who caught the Westbound.
The cartoon turned it into a childhood dream. For a quarter-million American kids in the 1930s, it was just the bag you grabbed before walking out the door.
Michael Jackson never wanted to change a single word of this song.
He was forced to. A week before the album came out, The New York Times leaked the lyrics and called two of them antisemitic (“Jew me, sue me” and “kick me, kike me”). That same night, 60 million Americans were watching him talk to Diane Sawyer. He said he wasn’t racist. It didn’t land. The Simon Wiesenthal Center, one of the biggest Jewish civil rights groups in the world, wrote him demanding the words come off the record.
This racially coded language.
He sending signal to racist white ppl.
Robert E. Lee was a traitor and he and the rest of the Confederacy should have been punished more harshly.
Every plantation should have been leveled to ground.
Supreme Court gutting Affirmative Action and the VRA, southern states rushing to gerrymander away Black districts, and the president ranting about the Civil War are all connected — journalists need to be brave enough to write about how deeply the Trump era is connected to race.
seriously incredible that they are clearly testing for dementia, and no one around him is brave enough to tell him. but since he can’t help but gloat publicly about everything he keeps revealing it to the world