We stopped the world’s economy for a virus 99.9% of people survive and we printed $7 trillion in unbacked currency while we did it.
This is how it is now. That toothpaste doesn’t go back in the tube. Sorry. Some of us tried to stop it.
The smartest way of using a Trump account for your kids:
1 - Contribute as much as you can every year when they are growing up
2 - At the age of 18, it automatically becomes a Traditional IRA
At that point, you can start converting it to a Roth IRA
Part of the converted amounts (the investment gains) are subject to taxes, but you can stagger the conversion over a few years to keep it tax-efficient
3 - Now, you unlock two big benefits:
First, the amount converted is something your kids can access 5 years after conversion both tax-free and penalty-free... at any time, for any reason
Secondly, your children now have a massive base in a Roth IRA at a very young age that keeps growing and compounding
Left alone, even with no new dollars after age 18, your kids Roth IRA can compound to 8-figures by the time they retire
And since it's now in a Roth IRA, they would owe no taxes
@schmarcer@UnboundPhd@greg_price11 Saying we shouldn’t allow foreigners to take public office that can effect change on our republic is racist? Ok got it.
-get jacked
-crush it at work
-marry an honest woman (with a good body)
-keep things fresh so you smash like it’s the hooking up phase
-travel the world
-watch good movies
-avoid complainers
-eat healthy (90% of the time)
-call your friends for no reason
-host banger dinner parties
-overpay for good concert tickets
-have monthly movie nights with people who make you belly laugh
-and if you’re ever feeling down remember you’re spinning on a sphere in an infinite universe and the fact you’re alive is a 1 in 500 trillion miracle - you’re so lucky it’s absurd and you have nothing to lose :)
250 years ago today, on June 29, 1776, New Yorkers looked out at the water and saw a nightmare on the horizon. The British fleet had arrived, and so many ships filled the bay that witnesses said the masts looked like "a forest of pine trees" growing out of the sea. The timing could not have been more brutal.
This was the empire's answer to the rebellion, and it was overwhelming. The first wave of around 45 warships and transports dropped anchor off Sandy Hook and Staten Island carrying General William Howe and roughly 10,000 troops. Within days it kept growing. Then his brother Admiral Richard Howe arrived with more. It would eventually swell into one of the largest seaborne invasion forces of the entire 18th century, hundreds of ships and tens of thousands of professional soldiers and German mercenaries, aimed at one city.
Now sit with the timing. While that forest of masts was filling the harbor, delegates down in Philadelphia were in the final days of debating whether to declare independence. They voted for it on July 2 and signed off on the wording on July 4. So at the exact moment America was being born on paper, the most powerful military on earth was already anchored off its coast, getting ready to strangle it in the cradle.
The people of New York understood exactly what they were seeing. Alarm bells rang, panic spread through the streets, and soldiers sprinted to their posts to stare at a force they had almost no hope of matching. Washington's army was outnumbered, outgunned, and about to get badly beaten in the battles for New York that followed.
That's the part that gets lost in the fireworks every Fourth of July. Independence wasn't declared from a position of strength. It was declared with an enemy armada already sitting on the doorstep, knowing full well what was coming. They signed their names anyway.
Last week, a Muslim woman entered our family ranch store and asked for Halal beef. When I told her we do not offer it, she demanded to know why not. As she turned to leave, I extended my hand in a simple gesture of goodwill—only for her to refuse it outright. The same person who expects us to accommodate her faith’s ritualistic slaughter of our livestock—complete with specific blessings and throat-cutting methods—could not bring herself to touch a Christian man’s hand. It was a stark reminder that some demands for tolerance flow only in one direction: ours.
In 2015 a writer named Tim Urban sat down and counted the days he had left with his parents. He was 34, healthy, both parents alive and well. The number came back around 300. Less time than he spent with them in any single year of his childhood.
The post is called The Tail End, on a blog called Wait But Why. The idea is to stop counting your life in years and start counting it in events. Reach 90 and you get about 4,680 weeks, and every one of them fits on a single sheet of paper. Maybe 60 more winters after that. If you read five books a year, that is 300 books, picked from every book ever written.
Those things at least spread out evenly. A third of the way through life means a third of the way through your pizzas. Time with the people you love does not work like that. Almost all of it sits at the very start. Then it is gone.
For your first 18 years you are around your parents nearly every day. Then you leave for college or a job in another city, and a normal adult sees their parents maybe 10 days a year. So the day you move out, you are already at 93 percent. Urban was living in the last 5 percent and had no idea until he drew the chart. He called it the tail end.
It does not stop at parents. His two sisters, after a whole childhood in the same house, had around 15 percent of their time together left. The four friends he played cards with most days in high school were down to their last 7 percent. Nobody had a fight. Nobody moved away angry. Life quietly spends the time for you while you assume there is plenty left.
You do not have to be old to be near the end with someone. If your parents are alive and you live in a different city, you have probably already used more than 90 percent of the days you will ever spend in the same room as them.
His one instruction is about that last stretch. When you are down to the final days with someone you love, treat that time like what it is, which is almost gone. The rest is the tail end, and it is much shorter than it feels.
Feds placed the pipe bombs and fomented the demonstrations on January 6, 2021. One day this will be known as certainly as the fact that COVID was the result of U.S. funded lab research.
Remember when that cocksucker Obama sold the country on LED lightbulbs lasting 10 years so he could ban the incandescent ones for whatever gay ass reason and now the LED lightbulbs last about three fucking months?
I hate that motherfucker so much.
I’m sick to my freaking stomach reading Tulsi Gabbard’s declassified bombshells. They laid out the entire treasonous plot: weaponizing the Zelensky phone call to impeach Trump, with Rudy Giuliani squarely in their crosshairs next.
This wasn’t politics—it was a straight-up coup by corrupt deep state actors to overthrow the will of the American people.
These people belong in prison for this shit. Deeply disturbing and downright terrifying.