Malky
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Malky
@MalkyTHE
hodl from Huddersfield to CT to FL
merica innit Katılım Mart 2010
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@MalkyTHE So true. With them, everything else just seems to fall into place. 👊
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@Eggplant_Elon I didn't hit a rock bottom seven+ years ago, but I drank too much, then stopped and have strangely continued to move in the opposite direction to rock bottom ever since
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Two years and three days sober.
People assume sobriety is a story about hitting bottom.
Mine wasn’t.
I wasn’t losing clients or wrecking cars.
I was functioning, by most measures, thriving.
But alcohol had quietly become the punctuation at the end of every sentence.
The reward for finishing work.
It was my social lubricant.
The way to take the edge off an edge that probably didn’t need taking off.
So I stopped, not because I had to.
But because I wanted to see who I was without it.
Turns out, I'm sharper.
More present.
My sleep actually restores something.
I remember the conversations I had the next day.
A baseline mood that doesn’t swing on whether last night was one glass of wine or three.
Two years and three days.
There is no dramatic origin story…..just a better version of the same guy.
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@Handre The loss of purchasing power moves so geologically slow that the masses never notice. The design is flawless.
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August 1914. Britain's Chancellor of the Exchequer David Lloyd George faces a brutal reality: the Great War will cost £3 million per day, but the entire government budget runs only £200 million annually. He can't possibly tax his way out of this nightmare (imagine trying to explain a 500% tax increase to voters while their sons march off to die). Instead, he cranks up the printing presses and lets the Bank of England work its magic.
The pound sterling loses 75% of its purchasing power between 1914 and 1920. Your average British housewife watches bread prices triple, coal costs quadruple, and her husband's wages buy half what they used to. Lloyd George stole her savings to pay for artillery shells through monetary expansion. Every government pulls this same sleight of hand because war taxes are political suicide, but inflation taxes hit two years later when everyone's forgotten the connection.
Fast forward to Vietnam and Nixon's identical playbook. Defense spending jumps from $50 billion to $80 billion annually while Johnson refuses to raise taxes for his precious Great Society programs. The printing presses fire up again, the dollar crashes against gold, and by 1971 Nixon abandons Bretton Woods entirely rather than admit he's been funding Southeast Asian adventures with monetary heroin. American families watch their grocery bills explode while politicians blame oil companies and labor unions.
Every major conflict since 1900 follows this script. Politicians promise quick victories funded by "temporary" monetary expansion, then act shocked when prices spiral out of control years later. Ukraine aid, Middle East interventions, the next inevitable crisis - they'll finance it all the same way while your purchasing power bleeds out slowly enough that you won't riot in the streets.
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@HtafcDream Does that mean he needs to be at a team with less squad depth so he gets a full game every week to get the best out of him?
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@Kevin_McKernan @AdamSimecka @saifedean Damn straight, and because we genuinely want to see bitcoin deliver the greater good for humankind we can all see through the BS
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Thank you.
You might be the only receipt I have for o-pilling someone after over a decade:)
But real credit goes to @saifedean on this one.
I didn’t even clip a referral code :) sucka!
But for most of us it’s not a MLM. We don’t care about 0-pilling credits. We care about the most open minded people surviving the storm to build the new economy based on hard money.
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@kevinvdahlgren So i subscribed because I love your content and we all need more guys like you
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My faith keeps me grounded when life throws curveballs. There was a time when things like this would stress me out and consume me. Now I remind myself of a simple truth: life is full of setbacks, struggles, disappointments, and moments of real sadness. That’s not the exception—it’s the baseline.
Every day, I try to count my blessings and keep perspective. Just existing can be hard. And when you really understand that—when you see that every single person you pass is carrying something—you start to move differently.
A little more patient.
A little less reactive.
A little more willing to give grace.
Because everyone is going through something, whether you can see it or not.
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@criscrinkl No! I eat eggs, some dairy & ferments too. But mostly steak.
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@BuenoForMiami Not being able to smoke cigarettes if you're born after the wrong date
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@SamaHoole I fry my breakfast in beef tallow and it often gives me a taste driven reminiscence of the chippies of my youth near my nannas house in huddersfield. Lovely stuff, truly.
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You walk in out of the rain. The glass door fogs behind you. The smell hits you before the bell stops ringing: hot fat, malt vinegar, newspaper. Four people in the queue. Nobody minds. The lino is worn through in front of the counter where forty years of Friday nights have stood.
Cod and chips. The man drops a battered fillet into the fat. Pale gold, dark gold. Salt. Vinegar. Paper. Two pounds fifty. You eat it walking home, the paper warm in your hand, the chips sharp with vinegar and deep with something you cannot quite name.
That something was beef dripping.
Until roughly 1990, the British chippy fried everything in it. Rendered beef suet, stored in the back in great white blocks, melted in the fryer at the start of the day. Every chip, every cod, every saveloy. The batter was flour, water, a pinch of salt, a splash of beer. Nothing else. The potatoes were from a British field, the fish from the North Sea, the fat from British cattle. A meal a coal miner ate before his shift. A meal a schoolboy got for his birthday.
Then the cholesterol panic arrived. Beef dripping was replaced across approximately 10,500 British chippies by seed oil. Palm, rapeseed, sunflower, in various industrial blends. The switch was sold as a health measure, driven by dietary advice that has since been quietly retracted in the research literature without ever being retracted in the public-health guidelines.
The beef dripping never came back.
Polyunsaturated seed oils, heated and reheated at fryer temperatures for twelve hours a day, oxidise. They produce aldehydes, polymers, and a chemical profile increasingly associated with cardiovascular inflammation. The fat that was removed on the basis of bad science was replaced with a fat that genuinely does appear to cause the condition the first fat was wrongly accused of causing.
The chip tastes different. Lighter. Flatter. The batter tastes thinner, because the fat it was fried in has no flavour to give it. Most British consumers under forty have never tasted a dripping-fried chip. They think a chip is supposed to taste the way the supermarket frozen chip tastes. It isn't.
The cow is still in the field. The suet is still at the butcher's. The fryer could be filled tomorrow.
A few chippies still do it.
Find one. It is worth the drive.

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@paulsaladinomd I've been achieving that every day for years. Self discipline and routine is all it takes.
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This is doable. Sleep is non negotiable. Get off of social media, stop netflix and realize that 10,000 steps per day is not necessary. Walk when you can, sprint a bit, lift a few heavy things and feed single ingredient foods to your family- it's absolutely possible.
𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉@OrevaZSN
No, you cannot walk 10,000 steps daily, get 8 hours of sleep, cook every night, clean every day, take care of a family, make time for your own hobbies, and still be productive at work every day. This is not just propaganda, it is nonsense. Free yourself from it.
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The more we learn about the Mandelson mess the more I think @DavidDavisMP was right when he told @BBC on Sunday that it was a ‘Henry II’ situation. This is a reference to the knights killing Thomas Becket in 1170 after the king had said: ‘Who will rid me of this turbulent … 1/
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