AMuseConsulting - Ops Director for The Illuminati
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@AMuseConsulting
We're not smart, you're just that stupid.
Wealthy restauranteur, 52, kills his PREGNANT wife, their two young children and himself in horrific murder-suicide at $1.2m home in Houston's smartest suburb trib.al/2x8Cqib
I don't get greed. If I had Bezos cash, I'd be fixing a problem every week. Homelessness? Not on my watch. Hungry kids in school? No way. Animal shelters full? I'll build 10,000 more.
What’s hilarious about this whole fiasco is that Disney specifically bought Star Wars because they lacked a brand that appealed to boys. They had tons of merch sales to girls but had almost nothing for boys. So they bought it for billions and the creative dept feminized it defeating the entire purpose of buying it to begin with.
OT wasn't ideological. It was a pastiche of tropes, hard to pigeonhole, which made it timeless but also made the leftist intellectuals of the era hate it due to its vagueness. The empire is Germany, sure, but it's also colonial Britain, oppressing the "yeehaw" screaming farm boy rebels, who are yankees but also confederates, while also Spanish partisans. He only got heavy handed decades later when he made those lame prequels whilst running on fumes and caring more about the technical aspects
Star Wars is neither left or right wing, it’s an oversimplified reductive narrative inspired by Westerns and Samurai films that was meant to sell toys
“Last March, a fog took hold in my head and never left. It settled there somewhere between the moment a DHS agent asked me, ‘Are you Mahmoud Khalil?’ and the moment I realized that I would miss the birth of my first child,” writes Khalil. A year ago, the Trump administration unlawfully arrested Khalil at his home and detained him for 104 days. “I walk free now, only after an army of lawyers sued the administration for targeting me because of my pro-Palestine speech. But the government is relentless in targeting me,” he writes. “So when I walk, I watch my back.” “When strangers approach me and ask, ‘Are you Mahmoud Khalil?’ — the same words in the same expectant tone the DHS agent used before the handcuffs — I do not know if they want to shake my hand or spit in my face. I do not know whether they will say, ‘Thank you for what you're doing,’ or follow me through midtown aggressively shouting, ‘Am Yisrael Chai.’ Both have happened. At first glance, I can never tell them apart.” In a new essay, Khalil writes about grappling with these two truths: “That I walk through the city afraid and that the city, in small and persistent ways, tells me I am welcome. That I am watched and that I am seen.” Read it in full: nymag.visitlink.me/tM03B5
