I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. @WrathofGnon fan acct
John Lennon wrote a beautiful song about socialism.
“Imagine no possessions” he told us.
He also:
– helped write his band’s anti-tax anthem, Taxman
– incorporated his IP holdings
– moved to a lower-tax country
– fiercely protected his royalties
- drove two Rolls Royce’s and had multiple luxury homes.
– made sure even the royalty cheques for Imagine were kept safe for his estate so his family would remain wealthy in perpetuity.
If he believed it, he’d have lived it. The trouble with socialism is that even the people who love the idea won’t run the experiment on themselves.
John Lennon writing Imagine while owning two Rolls Royce Phantoms and later having a law suit to protect his royalties tells you all you need to know about socialism in practice.
It doesn’t work outside of the imagination.
Every time I see this I must remind everyone that Democrats aren't broke. They're never broke. They have outsourced their spending to outside groups who disperse the money like act blue. They will spend twice as much as republicans this cycle if not more.
@LastDude99@BowTiedTrance For group travel, couples share the cost of a room, whereas a single traveler has to cover the cost of a room fully, so there's usually a single person supplement of $1000-2000 or more.
This is insane.
This 2006 Coca Cola Ad directed by Nagi Noda, with music by Jack White, aired just once. This is all shot on film in a single take with no CGI, all the snapshots are all real similar actors standing still.
Born this day in 1925 in a Texas sharecropper's shack, one of twelve kids. His dad walked out, his mom died young, and Audie Murphy quit school in fifth grade to pick cotton and hunt rabbits to feed his brothers and sisters. He got deadly accurate with a rifle for one reason: the family couldn't afford a wasted bullet.
After Pearl Harbor he tried to enlist and got laughed off. The Marines rejected him. The Navy rejected him. The paratroopers rejected him. He was 5'5" and barely 110 pounds, and they all said he was too small to fight. His sister had to fudge his paperwork just to get the Army to take a 17 year old.
Then he went to war and became something out of a legend.
January 26, 1945, near Holtzwihr, France. His company was down to a handful of men facing six tanks and 250 German infantry. Murphy sent his men back, then climbed onto a burning American tank destroyer that could have exploded under him at any second, grabbed the .50 caliber machine gun, and held off the entire assault alone for nearly an hour. He was wounded in the leg and kept firing. When a buddy asked over the field phone how close the Germans were, he reportedly said hold on and let me ask them.
He came home the most decorated American soldier of the entire war. Every valor award the Army could give, some of them more than once, plus French and Belgian honors on top.
Life magazine put his baby face on the cover, James Cagney saw it and invited him to Hollywood, and the cotton picker who couldn't pass a physical became a movie star. He made over 40 films. In 1955 he played himself in To Hell and Back, the movie of his own memoir, and it was Universal's biggest hit until Jaws came along twenty years later.
But the war never let go. He had what we now call PTSD, slept with a loaded pistol under his pillow, and got hooked on sleeping pills trying to outrun the nightmares. He kicked the addiction by locking himself alone in a motel room for a week. Then he did something almost no famous man did back then: he went public, told the country that combat had wrecked his nerves, and pushed the government to study and treat what war does to a soldier's mind.
He died in a plane crash in 1971 at just 45 years old. They buried him at Arlington, where his simple headstone is the most visited grave in the cemetery after John F. Kennedy's.
Every branch told him he was too small to fight. He outfought all of them, then spent the rest of his life trying to help the men who came home broken like he did.
If you live in Idaho, your tax dollars are allowing large corporations like Micron and Chobani to build federally subsidized housing projects specifically for an H-1B/ refugee/illegal alien workforce.
Not only do these projects result in Idaho workers being displaced by foreigners, but these corporations take over our land and water, eliminating our ability to grow our own food and feed ourselves.
We are losing the rural, open ranching heritage that shapes our culture and makes for a unique type of American man, woman, and family.
The pioneering spirit that so many associate with the American West isn’t shaped and cultivated in a lifestyle mall or corporate parking lot.
"we couldn't do anything useful for citizens in my 14 years of office allocating 60 trillion USD. but if we can just steal from the rocket science electric car guy, then we can solve all your problems."
Before & After…
If anyone doubts the power of community action over the @EnvAgency’s spineless inertia, you can walk to the outskirts of Ilford & walk along an ancient lost river to see for yourself.
With 10 days of intense effort by dedicated volunteers, the river River Roding Trust managed to clean up & restore 250 metres of the Aldersbrook (about 1/3 of the brook). This allows a direct comparison between the parts of the brook we restored & those we haven’t got round to yet.
These photos & videos are all from May 2026. The first is on a part of the Aldersbrook still to be restored & shows the old flood defences which are no longer needed & are killing the river but which the EA won’t remove unless we volunteers pay them £50,000 just for surveys. These defences have caused 2-3ft of stinking sludge & silt to build up over 70 years, such that the water in the brook is just a few centimetres deep. Combine with huge amounts of rubbish & and out of control knotweed infestation & the river ecosystem is essentially dead. A river that is older than England destroyed by official indifference.
A hundred metres away, and it’s a different story. The rubbish & the invasive species (I sprayed the knotweed myself last autumn) are gone. The silt that used to clog the river is now spread on the banks & rapidly providing fertile ground for native plants. Instead of sludge, there’s 2-3ft of water, so fish have returned to the brook for the first time in decades, along with dragon flies, herons & a nesting moorhen. We river guardians knew our intervention would make a difference, but have been shocked at quite how quickly nature has come back. The restored Aldersbrook is now a rare jewel: pretty much the last fully natural tidal brook in London.
The EA now has a choice. It can salvage some good from this situation & work with us to restore the remaining sections of the brook, or it can continue to do nothing. If the latter, river guardians *will* be back this winter to finish the job & the EA can see how well prosecuting volunteers for restoring a river without permission goes for them.
U.K. lawyer faces possible prosecution after cleaning 200 bags of waste from polluted river without permit
Paul Powlesland says fish and dragonflies returned after the cleanup, but authorities are investigating whether it violated environmental regulations
I went to the first showing of Woody Allen's Manhattan when it opened in 1979. A theater in Westwood Village. Packed house. Every seat filled for a 10 am show. Film starts, Rhapsody in Blue plays, but the film is out of register. After about ten seconds, I shout, "It's out of register."
The guy in front of me turns around. "Hey, man," he says. "It's Gordon Willis," meaning the cinematographer.
"You're an idiot," I said, and started shouting louder for the projectionist, "Out of register."
Guy in front turns around again. "Ssh, man, it's Gordon Willis," he says, because I am literally the only person in the whole theater shouting.
A minute later the film stops, lights come on, and the manager runs down in front of the screen to apologize, explaining that the film had just arrived minutes before the showing and they hadn't had a chance to calibrate the throw.
When the film starts again, there were those beautiful black and white tableaux in perfect register. I tapped the guy in front of my on the shoulder. "*That's* Gordon Willis."
This monstrosity in Chicago is more out of register than any building of the last 50 years. And you i/o are the guy in front of me in that theater.