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@bad_tits Yeah, but the FSD in teslas is something like 5-6x safer per mile driven than human drivers. Not all s,solutions are equal.

Some seriously disturbing declassified files will be coming out in the coming weeks about a Former Member Of Congress placing interns in other offices that happen to be agents of foreign governments. Representative Kat Cammack has legislation that would require background checks on staff and it should be brought to the floor immediately. Also, this is a massive security breach.

@IfindWankers My default response now

@Tango21IX I couldn't sleep last night because I was trying to figure out what the Asian food equivalent of nachos would be.

I hate when you are just laying there, eyes closed, ready to drift off… and suddenly… a thought sparks about something that could potentially be a work related train wreck because of something you just remembered a few days ago…

@jodiemitch87572 It's almost like we need grades of it: "Yeah this is shocking to the sheeple, but my tin foil hat homies in the back aren't even looking up from the cute cat videos"

Some of the BREAKING NEWS crap, we have known for years...

Why do you think I sling @elonmusk some dosh each month? Cyberbullying politicians isn't just fun, it's absolutely necessary.

"Directo a Mexico," a program run by the Federal Reserve Bank of Atlanta, uses government resources to subsidize and help illegal aliens transfer cash to Mexico. @RealDonaldTrump should move to shut it down.

@JackScarizzy @elonmusk @MrAndyNgo This is some Umbrella Corp thinking!

@elonmusk @MrAndyNgo Doctor #1: “Hey this patient is mentally unstable” Doctor #2: “Let’s make it really angry, that should fix it”

Trans violence is real. Investigating this secretive trans death cult took me back to America. It put my life at risk again. Hormones. Human experimentation. Swords. Guns. Bodies. This is the true story of the Zizians. ON SALE OCT. 13. PRE-ORDER NOW. hachettebookgroup.com/titles/andy-ng…

The AC-130's shall feast.

Hell NO

One thing I've noticed since COVID is that something changed in people. Patience seems thinner. Empathy feels harder to find. It often seems like we're quicker to judge and slower to understand.But there's another change I've noticed. The people who spent years giving endless grace, overlooking bad behavior, and believing the best in everyone eventually reach a point where they stop making excuses. They don't become bitter. They become clear. They stop arguing. They stop chasing. They stop trying to convince people who have already shown them who they are. What some mistake for being "cold" is often just the absence of the warmth they took for granted.

Lisa Murkowski is bankrolled by Melinda Gates?! Sadly, it gets worse. You know who who funded the initiative to get Ranked Choice Voting installed in Alaska? Bill Gates. And who did it benefit? Lisa Murkowski. Now do you see why she is a backstabbing RINO on Voter ID?

The simplest argument I can make against their migration here, is to ask proponents if they like they way they treat their own people in their homeland. Do you really think they are going to treat you, an outsider, any better?

I'm not going to sit here and preach about tolerance. I fucking hate them.

Every person living in a western nation needs to listen to every word of this Katherine Berbalsingh went to the University of Oxford and is Headmaster at Michaela Community School in London, UK She PERFECTLY explains the mass indoctrination into the narrative of oppressor and oppressed, and of hating White People I will write only some of this out because it’s very important, however you should listen to it so you can hear the passion: “The culture shift comes from what children learn at school and online. Ask any young person what history they learned at school, and they’ll tell you, Hitler. Ask them what else? Slavery. Ask them what else? American civil rights. In fact, what little they know of history will be all about Black and brown people fighting for equality against the white man, women fighting men for the vote, gay and trans people fighting for various rights. Our young people have been taught that history is simply one long story about various groups struggling under the oppressive dead white man. — History is taught through an oppressor lens. The triangular slave trade, white men held the power. What about Britain ending the slave trade? More than a quick mention, if at all? Mm, no. What of the Arab slave trade that lasted 3 times as long as the triangular slave trade? Mm, no. Okay, so GCSE history in Britain is often taught as migration through time, so the idea that Britain has always been a land of immigrants is embedded in our children’s heads. Most schools would prefer to concentrate learning about the tiny number of Black people who existed in Tudor England over a thorough analysis of England’s break from Rome. — Not to mention weeks on King Mansa Musa of Mali because he was a Black Muslim. His bearing on British institutions, laws, and faith is nonexistent. And the fact that he is said to have been the richest man in history, thanks in part to his massive slave-owning society, is a detail somehow that teachers rarely ever teach. But it isn’t just our schools. It’s our general culture too. Take your kids to a museum or an art gallery in any Western country, and you’ll find the same narrative. As an example, when learning about aviation in London’s Science Museum and the extraordinary feat that is man making massive machines move in the sky, a write-up on the wall explains that women and Black people were historically barred from aviation schools and the military. Similarly, James Watt, the man who invented the steam engine and is considered the founder of the Industrial Revolution, has a write-up on the wall explaining that his early career involved slave trafficking, with a bonus analysis of the whole of Britain’s complicity in the slave trade. They flatten the entire human story and all of its complexities into the narrative of oppressor and oppressed, leaving young people unable to see the world in any other terms.” We have to end the mass indoctrination

"You are spending $7.5 trillion?" Congress: "Yes Dave" "And you only have $5.5 trillion in revenue?" Congress: "That's correct Dave" "And you have $39.5 trillion in debt and 42% of all income tax revenue goes to paying interest?" Congress: "That's correct Dave"

In Iowa I was sitting in a barber's chair when a siren split the afternoon in half. The barber set down his scissors. Not at the end of a cut. In the middle of one. He said "I gotta go" and walked out the door. I sat there in the cape with half a haircut. Patty at the register did not look surprised. "Where is he going?" "Fire." "He is a fireman?" "Volunteer. He's also the barber." Outside, a man left the hardware store still in his apron. A pickup stopped in the middle of the road, engine running, driver already climbing out. They were all running to the same place. I followed. A samurai does not sit in a cape while a war horn sounds. At the firehouse six men were pulling on coats and helmets. One coat said JOHNSON. The helmet said MARTINEZ. I think the armor is borrowed, or shared, or perhaps it does not matter whose name you wear when a stranger's roof is burning. They left. The siren faded. I walked back. Patty was sweeping. "Does he get paid?" "Honey, none of them do." "Why do they go?" She looked at me the way you look at a man who has asked why the rain falls down. He came back ninety minutes later smelling like smoke. Put on the apron. Picked up the scissors exactly where he left off. "Where were we?" In my land a warrior is born into service. His lord chooses him. His lord pays him. His lord gives him a sword and a reason. In Iowa a man chose himself. No lord. No pay. He bought his own boots. In my country we call that duty. Here they just call it Tuesday.

@tesla needs to crank something like this out as a sibling to the @cybertruck

In America a man pointed at the horizon and said, "That's my neighbor's place." I looked. I saw a field. Then more field. Then, very far away, where the earth curves, a house the size of a grain of rice. "How far is that," I asked. "Oh, close. Fifteen, twenty minutes." Twenty minutes. To the neighbor. In my country the neighbor is the wall. You hear the neighbor cough. You know when the neighbor's rice is done. You apologize to the neighbor for existing loudly, and the neighbor apologizes back, and this exchange of apology is the entire foundation of our civilization. Here the neighbor is a rumor on the horizon. And yet he called him neighbor with warmth. With loyalty. As if the man of rice-grain size were his brother. "You close with him?" I asked. "Bill? Oh yeah. He'd give you the shirt off his back." He had not seen Bill in three weeks. Bill was, geographically, an expedition. And yet if this man's truck broke down at 3 a.m. in a blizzard, Bill would come. Both men knew this without a treaty. Both men had never once discussed it. In my country, closeness is measured in the thinness of the wall between you. Here it is measured in whether the man would cross the dark for you. By that measure the wall means nothing. Bill, at rice-grain distance, is closer to this man than the man I shared a wall with for nine years, whose name I never learned, whose cough I knew intimately, whose face I could not describe to a court. The man saw me thinking. "You want to meet him?" We drove twenty minutes. Toward the grain of rice. It grew into a house. Bill came out before we stopped. He did not know we were coming. He had seen the dust of the truck from a long way off, the way men here read the land, and he had put coffee on. He had put coffee on for dust. "Neighbor," Bill said, and shook my hand. I had known him four seconds. He meant it more than men who had known me forty years. I understand now. Here, a neighbor is not the person near you. A neighbor is the person who would come. Distance was never the measurement. I had the wrong ruler my whole life.