Timothy Bleecker

[Timothy Bleecker @TimothyBleecker]

@realannapaulina #2

[Mor Edge Insight @MorEdge_Insight]

This woman just dropped a brutal red pill…

Watch every second.

“You didn’t stand for justice.
You got played.
You burned your own streets, chanted for terrorists, and cheered your own replacement all while Islamists executed their own people the second Israel stepped back.

You lost.

And the worst part? You still don’t see it.”

And she’s right with every single word she says.

[Timothy Bleecker @TimothyBleecker]

@PatriciaHeaton Yes! Our pastor is preaching through it, and Table Talk devotional has been going through it, too.

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@laetissima918 Well said!

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@laetissima918 This is an impossible request, because honestly I love them all, but if you threatened my life and forced me to pick three, I’d pretend I can’t count and say 1, 4, 6, and 7

[Liza Rosen @LizaRosen0000]

This is not Pakistan, it’s “Great” Britain!

Muslims in Britain kidnapped and raped white British girls to celebrate Islam’s Eid.

The British police did nothing against the Pakistani rapists and ordered the victims to avoid being Islamophobic or xenophobic when describing their attackers, or face hate crime charges.

Don’t stop sharing this until everyone sees it.

[Lior 🪬 @ChaiLife613]

In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules.

Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive.

Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard.
Rule two: Never show that you are sick.
Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl.

I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes.

The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand.

I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day.

Then one morning, I fell into the latrine.

There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped.

I went in up to my neck.

The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows.

My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking.

I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention.

But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with.

And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick.

I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed.

But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew.

They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived.

I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke.

When I came out, I still had my bowl.

I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was.

My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go.

People ask me what survival looks like.

I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl.

Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not.

Because her mother had told her. And she had listened.

I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old.

I came out still holding my bowl.

Tova.

#NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn

[Humbly Happily @laetissima918]

Musing:

It is a new story, as old as time -- the young, broke-back, struggling to survive, while those over the generational hump sit atop properties bought during a different era, shaking their heads at the frivolities of avocado toast and 28 dollar lunches.

The comments section is thundering with Gen Z indignation. From the high cost of everything to the grueling working hours, from the impossible learning curve of cooking to the mental load of meal prep.

It is the capitalist system oppressing the laboring poor, cornering unwilling people into the inevitability of Chipotle bowls.

... or, is it?

The cries tug at heartstrings, forcibly.

Performatively.

It feels almost as if people are justifying their own victimization. Unable to -- or even unwilling to -- find a way out.

Why are people so decidedly helpless?

1. The Definition of poverty has shifted so far that luxuries unimaginable just a few decades ago now count defiantly as a human right, and anything less is considered hardship.

2. The inability to envision life outside of prescription and the fear of trailblazing. Changing environments, lifestyles, or even daily habits, have become concepts to be avoided at all costs.

3. A culture of career-above-household priority, FoMo, "wellness," and collectivism keeping bright-eyed Idealists stuck together in misery to fight the noble fight of a big-bad authority instead of "playing the game."

This last point is lethal: we have tolerated a streamlined culture where the boogeyman keeps people on the street raising fists instead of keeping home and family. Self care is not baking bread or making soup, but Panera and glitter dumpling. Any looking for entrepreneurial solutions out of the angry crowd makes one traitor to the cause.

You are happy in your life now? That makes you the privileged one. The bootlicker.

You're the oppressor now.

I believe that the current angst surrounding unaffordability goes beyond economic crises and character flaws.

It is a symptom of our loss of the Spirit of America. This is the great, gritty nation of pioneers, of the Wild West, of builders and problem solvers and faithful Optimists.

Or it was.

And until our youths reclaim that sense of Will creating Way, we continue to swaddle ourselves in petulance:

Self-fashioned Paupers

living in comfort.

[Timothy Bleecker @TimothyBleecker]

@laetissima918 That river wouldn’t be a bad place to go if I were all alone. There’s something peacefully alive in the voice of a river.

[James Woods @RealJamesWoods]

The Mayor of Charlotte is demanding people stop posting this reminder of the lovely innocent Iryna Zarutska butchered by a savage on Charlotte public transit. He was on probation by a liberal activist judge.

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@laetissima918 I don’t remember very many kanji, but I was able to understand most of your lullaby in Japanese. Context helps! 🙂 Anyway, I really enjoyed it. Thank you

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@SoveyX The 50’s

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@realalicekato あなたはみりきてきですね。

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@RachelXReads I’ve read 7 of the 10 I can see, and I’m not even pretending 😎

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@laetissima918 Oh, that’s so clever. I love your interaction with your creation.

[Timothy Bleecker @TimothyBleecker]

@laetissima918 @tranfanatic I still use that tumbler! I have to be careful where I do, though.

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@laetissima918 I see you’re amazing at every medium! I’m also glad to see that your Daniel is old, as he would have been then.

[Brigitte Gabriel @ACTBrigitte]

🚨SHOCKING: Biden’s DOJ was riddled with anti-Christian HATE.

They mocked believers as “cultists,” hunted pro-lifers, demanded the harshest sentences, and used the SPLC to target faithful Americans.

[Timothy Bleecker @TimothyBleecker]

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@minori_noen おにぎりが大好きです！