“There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren’t enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.”
🚨BREAKING: The Return Directive, a proposal to increase the speed and volume of migrant deportations, has just officially become European Union law
Nationalist MEPs have broken out into chants of, "send them back!" 🔥
The media was infinitely more outraged at one career criminal choking out on fentanyl then over a quarter million innocent little girls getting raped
Total psychopaths, all of them
In May 1994, months after signing the Oslo Accords with Israel, Yasser Arafat spoke in a mosque in Johannesburg and compared the Oslo accords directly to the Treaty of Hudaybiyyah, while calling for jihad to reclaim Jerusalem.
He was telling his fellow Muslims that Oslo was exactly what Hudaybiyyah had been: a temporary arrangement with a stronger enemy, to be honored only as long as it served the cause.
He said it again years later, declaring that he had chosen the “Peace of the Brave” out of faith in the Prophet’s conduct at Hudaybiyyah.
The West heard “peace process.” Muslims heard “Hudaybiyyah,” and they understood exactly what he meant, that the handshake on the White House lawn was a tactic, not a reconciliation.
Today, I’m releasing never before seen intelligence revealing new evidence of past US government funding for more than 120 biolabs in over 30 countries, including Ukraine.
In support of President Trump‘s Executive Order to end federal funding of dangerous gain of function research around the world, and increase transparency and accountability, ODNI will continue working with partners across the Administration to identify where these labs are, what pathogens they contain, and what “research” is being conducted.
https://t.co/pLMD0krc69
The 38th was the divider, a bitter one at that for Koreans. My grandparents cried over it.
The North invaded with the help of China, and eventually China put boots on the ground.
Had the US not intervened none of S. Koreas history would exist, no Hyundai, Samsung, no S. Korean soccer team probably more importantly to the global community,
NO K-POP.
That's right. America indirectly invented K-Pop.
Once a day, for about half an hour, a quiet beach in Japan turns into a perfect mirror.
Chichibugahama, Kagawa Prefecture. One kilometer of sand on the Seto Inland Sea.
At low tide, shallow pools of seawater remain on the flat beach. When the wind dies at sunset, those pools go perfectly still — and the sky falls into them. People standing on the sand appear twice: once in the world, once in the reflection. Photographers call it Japan's Uyuni salt flat.
Here's the part the photos don't tell you. For decades, the people of this small fishing town have gathered to clean this beach by hand. Month after month. Long before tourists came. They weren't making a destination. They were keeping their beach.
The mirror was always there, waiting under the litter that never got the chance to pile up.
Beauty isn't found. It's maintained. 🇯🇵
Their lives were worth more than a few cars. Or a few wheelie bins. Or a few buses.
When you start to think the protests in Ireland are going too far, remember the fact that these 3 girls were stabbed over 200 times between them.
200 times.
Two hives went into Dave's orchard corner this spring, and Keith, who has assessed and tested and dismantled every single thing on that farm, has assessed the bees exactly once and elected, for the first time in his life, to leave a thing entirely alone.
This is genuinely without precedent. Keith tests everything. He has eaten a latch, a pocket square, a set of water heater instructions, and the better part of Dave's left wellington. He climbs what cannot be climbed and opens what cannot be opened and investigates the world with a relentless prehensile curiosity that has cost Dave three hundred and eighty-seven pounds in gates. There is no object in his domain he has not, at some point, put his lips to in the spirit of enquiry.
He walked up to the hives on the first day. Dave watched from the yard with the specific dread of a man who has seen this goat approach things before. Keith stood in front of the nearest hive. He watched the entrance, the constant stream of bees coming and going, the low working hum of forty thousand individuals about their business. He brought his nose to within a sensible distance. He held there for a while, doing whatever calculation it is that goes on behind those rectangular eyes.
And then he stepped back, turned, and walked away to the bramble, and he has not gone near the hives since.
Dave's log: "He left the bees. I don't know what passed between Keith and the bees. Whatever it was, the bees won the negotiation without appearing to negotiate, which is the only time anything on this farm has managed it. I have not added a column. I am simply relieved."
There is a kind of intelligence that tests everything to find its limit. And there is a rarer kind that meets a thing humming with quiet collective purpose and recognises, without needing to be stung, that here at last is something better left to get on with its work.
Keith has both. The bees are fine. The bees were always going to be fine. Even Keith knows where the line is, and the line, it turns out, is forty thousand of anything, all agreeing.
My son is three years old. For the past two weeks he’s been at a summer camp a few hours a day. The teachers have complained to my wife three times already. Here’s what they reported:
He pushed another kid.
He didn’t sit still when told to.
He tried to leave the room when they said no.
He can’t stand in line.
I’m not exaggerating. Grown adults pulled my wife aside, three times, to report that a three-year-old acts like a three-year-old.
They warned her that if he doesn't change his behavior then he can't continue attending the camp.
Maybe we should medicate him. Fix the defect of being a small boy with energy and a will.
He won’t be going back. I don’t want people like this anywhere near my son.
A civilization that pathologizes a toddler for refusing to sit in a line can't raise men willing to stand and defend it.
Despite having hundreds of mosques in New York, mass street “prayers” are becoming a staple of life in the Big Apple.
And it’s not prayers, my friends, but assertion. They are claiming turf, like hyenas pissing to mark territory.
Something I changed in my home a few years ago that I think about every single day = I got rid of plastic food storage.
Every container in our kitchen is now glass. Every water bottle is stainless steel. We never microwave anything in plastic.
🚨 Plastics, especially when heated or scratched, leach compounds called phthalates and BPA into your food and water. These are endocrine disruptors. They mimic estrogen, suppress testosterone, and accumulate in your tissue over time.
BPA-free does not solve the problem. The replacement compounds have similar issues.
✅ Glass food storage is widely available and not expensive.
One container at a time. Start this week.
@thegarybrecka Did this 15 yrs ago as a response to my wife having multiple miscarriages.
My boy and girl were born healthy after that.
I’ve never gone back to plastic.
Of the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence, Abraham Clark may have paid the highest personal price. Almost nobody knows his story. Buckle up.
He was a New Jersey farm kid considered too frail for farm work, so he taught himself math, then surveying, then law. He never got rich from it because he kept defending poor farmers who could not pay him. His neighbors called him "the Poor Man's Counselor."
In the early hours of July 4, 1776, while Congress debated independence in Philadelphia, Clark wrote a letter to a friend with one of the most chilling lines of the Revolution: "Perhaps our Congress will be exalted on a high gallows."
He signed anyway.
Then the British made it personal. Two of his sons were officers in the Continental Army, and both were captured. They were thrown onto the prison ship Jersey in New York Harbor, the deadliest place of the entire war. More Americans died on British prison ships than in every battle of the Revolution combined.
One son got it even worse. He was locked in the dungeon and given no food except what other starving prisoners could push through the keyhole of his cell.
The British reportedly offered Clark a deal: renounce the Declaration, switch sides, and your boys go free.
He refused.
Here is the part that breaks me. Clark sat in Congress through all of it and never once brought it up. No special pleading, no favors. Congress only found out through other channels and threatened retaliation against a British officer, which finally got his son out of the dungeon.
After the war, he kept choosing the little guy. He fought for debt relief for struggling farmers and refused to support the Constitution until he was assured a Bill of Rights would protect ordinary citizens.
In September 1794, at age 68, the self-taught surveyor who outlasted the British Empire died of sunstroke after a long day working on his own farm.
No statue on the National Mall. No musical. Just a small town in New Jersey called Clark, and most people who drive through it have no idea why.
Some men signed the Declaration with ink. Abraham Clark signed it with his sons.