Zach Hackerson
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Zach Hackerson
@Zach_hack22
I tweet about personal training, strength and conditioning, Yankees Baseball, and the occasional societal ill








What’s your favorite “oh wow they’re actually doing this.” Moment from a movie or tv show.

Yesterday the weather channel pushed a hoax about major storms. They wanted to deter people from attending UFC / America 250th. These people are scum.

Casually turned on Japan v Netherlands game. The Japanese national team has Japanese men playing for Japan as you’d expect. The Netherlands? Not a lick of European ancestry. Literally all Africans. Europe is dead.

Casually turned on Japan v Netherlands game. The Japanese national team has Japanese men playing for Japan as you’d expect. The Netherlands? Not a lick of European ancestry. Literally all Africans. Europe is dead.




🚨CRAZY STAT: The World Cup opener attracted twice as many viewers as the Super Bowl final. 🤯

Cardinal Zuppi read the names of every child who passed away in Gaza. It took him 7 hours.

Mexican fans having it up with South Korean fans to Gangnam Style? This is the REAL World Cup. 😂

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.











