Tanner Thompson

Traditionalist, U.S.A., RHS alum, BYU dropout, husband, father, lost season 1&2, tony hawk pro s8r 2, follow the prophet, small town resident.

[Laurence Fox @LozzaFox]

Happy 250th birthday America. 🙌

You took the best of Britain and improved it immeasurably.

You are now a lone beacon in gloam.

Stay strong for us.

We need you more than ever.

God bless 🇺🇸

[Dr Jordan B Peterson @jordanbpeterson]

To the Americans:

I've travelled all over the world. I've familiarized myself with many places, and met many people. And I'm a Canadian, although I’m privileged to reside once again in the States.

And here's something I've noticed, and it’s a key element of America's continuing greatness:

You bloody Americans value success, and you believe in its existence.

This is something that doesn't really happen anywhere else in the world. Even in other free democracies—the United Kingdom; Finland, Sweden, and Norway; Australia, New Zealand and Canada; Germany, France, and the Netherlands (great countries all)—a counterproductive cynicism too often reigns.

Success is equated with exploitation.
Ambition is looked upon with contempt.

This happens sometimes in the United States too—particularly among the miserable progressives, who confuse their resentment, ingratitude and unearned skepticism with wisdom.

But in your great country, by and large, striving is admired and success celebrated.

This means that more people strive and succeed in the US than anywhere else. And it's increasingly obvious. You remain stunningly more innovative and productive than any people anywhere else on the planet.

And so I say, as all should who are fortunate enough to live in the western world, let alone America:

Thank God for the United States.

Thank God for the wisdom of its founders.
Thank God for its faith in the free market and in the natural rights of man.
Happy birthday, you damn Yankees and Southerners.

Long may your admirable country dominate the world.

Long may your freedom and hope provide an example to those suffering everywhere at the hands of their malevolent states.

May your two and a half centuries of unparallelled success be just the beginning.

Your country is the light of the world, and the city on the hill.

Thank God for the USA.

Happy 250th.

Dr. Jordan B. Peterson

[Marc Andreessen 🇺🇸 @pmarca]

If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it.

But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it.

This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@GBSHansO The cutthroats!!!!

[Camus @newstart_2024]

Jordan Peterson hit hard:

“People with extreme high IQs are so much more productive than people on the lower end… they’re not even in the same universe.”

But here’s the part that matters most: IQ has nothing to do with morality. Being smarter doesn’t make you better. In fact, Peterson warns there’s a real “Luciferian temptation” that comes with high intelligence — the arrogant belief that your superior mind gives you the right to impose your systems and values on everyone else.

We all have the same intrinsic human value.

In a world that worships intelligence and status, remembering that smarts and goodness are completely separate traits is crucial.

I’ve seen brilliant people do ugly things and “average” people show incredible moral strength.

What do you think — does high intelligence actually make someone more prone to arrogance and moral blind spots, or is that just a stereotype?

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@Latterdaytruth Luke from Outsoor Boys.

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@sweatystartup It takes money to make money. Even with a small business. I’d tell that kid to go work his butt off living cheap and saving cash for 2 years solid. Sell solar, work on a crab boat in Alaska, etc. Radically save for a couple years then buy a company.

[Devon Eriksen @Devon_Eriksen_]

Yes.

I am not old enough to have lived in this world, but I am old enough to have seen it.

Here's how it worked.

Everyone, man and woman alike, walked around with the baseline idea in their heads that, when they came of age, they were going to get married.

So pretty much everyone, from the age of 14 on up, was passively on the lookout for potential partners, until you settled on one you liked.

"Dating" wasn't a perennial state, or an activity for its own sake, it was a purposeful vetting process, and it lasted only until you were satisfied you had a good choice.

And it wasn't a hard choice to make. Because you couldn't throw a rock without hitting two suitable candidates.

Almost no one was obese, because food was made of food and not industrial chemicals. Almost no one was covered in unsightly tattoos or pink hair dye, either.

Almost everyone had compatible goals, because they were almost always the same... happy home, modest prosperity, reasonable amount of kids.

Almost everyone had compatible values, because culture hadn't been demolished.

Almost everyone was a good choice, because sex roles hadn't been demolished. "Husband" and "wife" were jobs with clearly defined responsibilities. Everyone knew the specific tasks, 1-2-3, to be a good one.

And those responsibilities were carefully designed, over many generations of trial and error, to be what made your partner actually like you.

Not a coincidence.

So choosing a wife or husband wasn't like sifting through sewage trying to find discarded coins. It was like choosing from a restaurant menu designed by a competent chef, and pretty much anything you order is going to be satisfying, so long as you avoid one or two options you don't personally like.

Life wasn't easy. The past had other problems, like polio and communists.

But there was a plan. And if you followed it, with a little luck, you'd be okay.

What happened?

Boomers and their crusade to tear down the entire past, resent to year zero, and reinvent culture. That's what happened.

Now we are all fat, sick, and ugly, humans aren't breeding, and we're constantly bickering over nuclear-grade political distrust, so it's safe to say the boomers dropped the ball on that one.

Why they thought this was a good idea is a topic for another day.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

California's Central Valley produces 80% of the world's almonds. Each almond requires 3.2 gallons of actual irrigation water to grow. Not rainfall. Actual tap water pumped from aquifers.

One gallon of almond milk requires 162 gallons of irrigation water. Compare that to dairy milk at 8 gallons of tap water per gallon, with the rest being rainfall that falls on pasture anyway.

But here's where it gets properly grim. Almonds bloom for exactly three weeks in February. During those three weeks, California needs every pollinating bee in North America transported to the Central Valley or the crop fails entirely.

Commercial beekeepers truck in 31 billion honeybees. That's two-thirds of America's entire managed bee population, all concentrated in one valley for three weeks. The bees are packed into trucks, driven across the country, dumped into almond groves drenched in pesticides, worked to exhaustion, then packed up and shipped to the next crop.

The mortality rate is catastrophic. Beekeepers report losing 30 to 50% of their hives annually. That's billions of bees dead. Not from natural causes. From being used as disposable pollination machines for your almond milk.

The pesticides don't help. Almond groves are sprayed with neonicotinoids which scramble bee navigation systems, fungicides which weaken their immune systems, and herbicides which eliminate the wildflowers they'd normally forage on between almond blooms.

Meanwhile the aquifer depletion is permanent. The Central Valley has sunk 28 feet in some areas from groundwater extraction. That water took 10,000 years to accumulate. It's being drained in decades for almond milk.

Your vegan latte killed more bees and used more water than a year's worth of dairy milk. But it's got "plant-based" on the label so you're definitely saving the planet.

[♱ᴅʀᴜ @DrutangReborn]

Life for me has been a long series of world view shattering, ego crushing revelations all leading to the bottom of the rabbithole where I realize that my boomer religious dad who just focused on going to church and raising 4 kids was right about everything from the get

[Tanya @tanyaelisabethh]

“Don’t like gay marriage? Don’t marry the same sex.”

“Don’t like abortion? Don’t get one.”

“Don’t like gender ideology? Then don’t transition.”

This is the lazy, morally bankrupt argument of a culture that’s traded truth for comfort. We act as if every serious issue can be reduced to personal taste, like picking a flavor of ice cream. Like whatever we believe has no implications outside of ourselves.

You wouldn’t say:

“Don’t like child abuse? Don’t abuse your kid.”

“Don’t like racism? Don’t be racist.”

“Don’t like drunk driving? Then don’t do it.”

Why not? Because we instinctively understand that some things are just wrong, and not just for me, not just for you, but for everyone. Because they hurt people. They corrupt innocence. They distort reality. And they destroy the moral foundation we all depend on to live in a functioning society.

The idea that all moral issues are private choices is a lie. These things don’t stay in your bedroom or your clinic or your brain. They seep into schools, media, law, culture, and the next generation.

Everyone pays the price for the lies we choose to accept.

So no, it’s not just “your choice.” It never was.

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@justjuri27 Where are you able to find NAD+ dirt cheap?

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

"Let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion; reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle"
- George Washington

[Jeff Hansen @rakoto10]

Woof.

If Brian Santiago can’t keep Kalani Sitake in Provo… the guy who played here, dreamed of coaching here, has won at high levels here, and is recruiting at all time levels here… if Santiago can’t keep THAT guy in Provo…

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@NoahEpstein_ Gemini

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@millerjryan Sorry Miller, you’re a good man.

[Chris Hardman ⚡️ Sauna King @chrishardman]

BYU represents the old Utah; the pioneer grit, the self-control, the faith, the families that built this place out of nothing.

Utah represents the new Utah; atheists, vape pens, and “progressive values” imported from Babylon.

A BYU win is a win for the Utah that still remembers who it is. The pioneer stock still runs this desert.

[Jamie Bambrick @j_bambrick]

My dear American friends,

We British Christians would get excited when, once a year, Queen Elizabeth would make a mild but sincere reference to the love of Jesus Christ in her Christmas address.

In Charlie Kirks' Memorial service, watched by tens of millions, I just heard:
- Multiple clear presentations of the gospel from men like @robmccoyus and @DrFrankTurek with clear calls to repentance and faith
- Worship songs full of Scripture sung by tens of thousands live and millions at home
- Personal testimonies of lives transformed by the work of Christ and the witness of believers
- Demonstration and explanation of the value of marriage, child-rearing and family
- Calls to Romans 13 for the government to bear the sword for the protection of good and punishment of the wicked
- Declarations of spiritual warfare on the forces of evil and promises to endure no matter the cost
- Calls to be prophets and call the nation to repent
- More Scripture references and Bible readings than I can count
- And a widow publicly forgiving her husband's killer because Christ forgave his killers on the cross.

All of it done before, and by, the most powerful people in your nation and the world.

You guys should be on your knees thanking God for your country. It is a light to the world.

Never stop fighting for it.

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@SteveLanceTV @gunsnrosesgirl3 For the alliance..

Yes me lord..

Zug zug..

Whatcha wanna kill…

Would you too with that incessant clicking!

[Tanner Thompson @tannerjay_]

@TansuYegen *You mean Capital Burger in Torrey Utah…