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Lift not my head from the bloody ground, bear not my body home, for all the earth is Roman Earth, and I shall die in Rome.

Occupied Republic of Texas Beigetreten Ekim 2016
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Takeshi Seki
Takeshi Seki@takegreen_sg·
今回宿泊したFort Worthは地元新潟県長岡市と姉妹都市なんです 嬉しくて写真撮りに来た!
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@PragerU_1488 For many of our generation, she was the first introduction to the eternal power of the Farmer's Daughter archetype
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モフモフかに 🦀@PragerU_1488·
However the OoT remake ends up, it has blessed the TL with more Malon art, and I consider that a win
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@JPT_Arts Forget the skin shade, the real issue is that when she's thinking of her man the ears should be WIGGLING
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Some of this has been a warranted blowback against slop culture and the great flattening, but we sometimes forget how much of a logistical and organizational miracle it is than Buc-ee's can reliably deliver like this on such a scale, both geographically and quantitatively
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The miracle of Buc-ee's brisket isn't that it's phenomenal, it's that every single Buc-ee's location churns out mounds of consistently Pretty Good brisket day in and day out. No guessing or risk when you're on the road, an outpost with a hot, Pretty Good brisket sandwich waiting
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Buc-ee's brisket is like a 6/10 but that's because in America half the country can do a 10/10 brisket with a $30 smoker and 100 year old grandpas spice blend. If you're not from the states? hell, not from the south? Buc-ee's will blow your shit smoove off, do no sleep on it.

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mayoday
mayoday@mayoday12·
some cute AMERICA experiences i've seen on the tl lately #hetalia #aph
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Atlas Press
Atlas Press@realAtlasPress·
I think about this line a lot
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@TheEbonyMaw In Texas, your first and second DWIs are misdemeanors, anything past that is a felony. I think Intox Manslaughter with two previous DWIs should be: 1. 1st degree felony 2. Probation ineligible 3. Agg time (minimum half time for parole, not a quarter)
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phillip
phillip@philliplede·
I am kind of disturbed by how many people see this as “nominalism.” De Maistre is observing that we never encounter “abstract, universal man,” that is, man devoid of his particular, historical, and ethnic character. You do not shake hands with “man in general” and you do not fight revolutions for “man in general”—as the Jacobins believed. Today we would call them Wilsonians, neocons, or liberal humanitarians. He is not denying that such a “universal” exists at the metaphysical register. He is denying that any particular government can claim to serve him.
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Joseph de Maistre notes that, in his long and storied life, he has never encountered “man”—the subject so championed by the French revolutionaries. “But there is no such thing as man in the world. In my lifetime I have seen Frenchmen, Italians, Russians, etc.; thanks to Montesquieu, I even know that one can be Persian. But as for man, I declare that I have never in my life met him; if he exists, he is unknown to me.” Joseph de Maistre, Considerations on France.

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"The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain" Get this man a Confederate kimono immediately, Dixie's adopting him
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NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依@japan_nobunaga

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

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