Faint not poor soul
In God still trust
Fear not the things
Thou suffer must
For whom He loves
He doth chastise
And then all tears
Wipes from their eyes
SCOTUS got birthright citizenship dangerously wrong.
I'm filing the American Citizenship Act to start the process of restoring the 14th Amendment's original meaning.
My bill restores the original understanding to prevent birthright citizenship for illegal aliens and tourists.
You can’t deport 50 million people without someone getting hurt. People will get hurt. People will get killed.
So what. Deport them all anyway.
And for the love of God, STOP REWARDING COMMUNISTS FOR THEIR TACTICS!
Six months today since I last held you in my arms.
This was the morning you left us.
This is my last picture of you alive: you were so determined, feeding yourself ice cream. Dad ran to McDonald’s in his pajamas at 8 a.m. just to get it for you. A few hours later, your breathing became so labored we couldn’t keep you comfortable no matter what we tried.
I gave you a dose of Ativan to ease the struggle, and you reached out your little right pinky, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Don’t give me that again.” You made me pinky-promise. I laughed through my tears.
I kept offering pain medicine, but you refused every time. You didn’t want to fall asleep, because you knew what that sleep meant… and so did we.
In the hours that followed, Dad and I held you close, crying, talking to you, loving you. Your speech was fading, but you spoke slowly and used your hands so we could understand every word. I promised you I would spend the rest of my life missing you and that I would make sure the world never forgot you. We told you it was okay to go—that you had suffered more than any child ever should.
We whispered that when you woke up, we would all be together again in Heaven.
“For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.”
—1 Thessalonians 4:16-17
Pat was correct about everything. Having the courage to say that WW2 was a massive miscalculation is remarkable. England lost everything and the Bolsheviks won the war—and took half of Europe. The first public shot at the post-war consensus by a prominent man of the right.
I submitted a requisition form for 3 49-inch curved ultrawide monitors.
The total cost was $4K.
Procurement rejected the request within 10 minutes.
They sent a note saying standard protocol limits IT staff to 2 24-inch flat panels.
I immediately drafted a 6-page manifesto on the dangers of peripheral tunnel vision.
I emailed it to the entire C-suite.
I explained that monitoring a dynamic cyber-threat landscape on flat screens causes severe visual fragmentation.
I said when a hacker attempts a brute-force entry, the malicious code moves horizontally across the network topography.
I told them that a 24-inch monitor physically clips the ends of the payload, making it invisible to the naked eye.
I invented a term called "lateral data leakage."
I claimed that without the parabolic curvature of an ultrawide display, our localized firewalls were essentially blind on the flanks.
I included a heavily doctored heat map that showed our headquarters completely engulfed in red warning zones.
The CFO walked into my office 10 minutes later looking terrified.
He asked if we were currently experiencing lateral data leakage.
I squinted at my tiny, inadequate flat screens and sighed.
I told him I couldn't be sure because my field of vision was artificially constrained by legacy hardware limitations.
I said I felt like a fighter pilot trying to fly through a thunderstorm while looking through a paper towel tube.
He immediately bypassed procurement and authorized the purchase on the corporate card.
The monitors arrived yesterday.
I mounted them in a seamless 180-degree arc on my desk.
It looks like the command deck of a spaceship.
I'm not using them to monitor network topography.
I'm using them to play Microsoft Flight Simulator in ultra-panoramic 4K resolution.
I currently have the autopilot engaged somewhere over the Swiss Alps.
I keep a spreadsheet open on the far-left edge just in case someone walks in.
When people ask why the screens show a highly detailed 3D rendering of a mountain range, I tell them it's a topographical representation of our cloud storage density.
They always nod in awe and slowly back out of the room.
Never let corporate policy stand in the way of your immersive gaming experience.
Just a reminder my law firm is investigating companies who discriminate against Americans in favor of H-1B workers. If you've been rejected or replaced by Xbox or Microsoft, feel free to reach out.