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Incredible survival strategy and climbing skills on display as a lioness pursues a baboon into the highest branches of a tree. 🦁🌿
🎥: Bruno African Safari
#WildlifePhotography #AfricanSafari #BigCats
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One of the hardest videos on the internet. I wrote it because too many of you love communism "done right." It can never be done "right." It's the abolition of self. Suicide.
Not opinion. Never trust a communist.
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I’ve changed my mind about racism. Now I think it’s a good thing. Every other race is unashamedly racist. Chinese, Arabs, Africans. Everybody. White people have been bullied and shamed out of it, leaving us defenceless against an invasion of savages. That is going to change now.
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@ElSecreDeEuge El que se tira es el #3 Nicolás Tagliafico que ya no daba más, no lo pudieron sustituir por temas tácticos, asi que siguió jugando en la prórroga padeciendo calambres.
Tuvo que marcar a Lamine Yamal que ni la vió, asi que no sé qué de simulación estás hablando.
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En la acción de la roja a Enzo, fijaos en el compañero que se tira al suelo simulando una falta inexistente, y encima Messi reclamando al árbitro que se revise jajajajajajaja es que son patéticos, así llevan toda la vida.
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@HenryShaws @HowlingMonkE It may not be ALL of them... But it's ALWAYS them.
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@HowlingMonkE No matter how many black people attack white people. I will never blame an entire fucking race for an individuals bad behavior.
Its that fucking simple.
Every single person who comes to that conclusion, was racist to begin with.
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@HowlingMonkE We're gonna have to add "doin too much" to the sheniqwa bingo card.
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Honey, if you don’t like men hitting on you at your job as a bartender, find a new job.
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I support voter ID and believe that only U.S. citizens should vote in our elections. But the SAVE America Act goes beyond that and provides no time for proper implementation. It would ultimately disenfranchise some Americans in rural communities, so I oppose it.
Read more about my opposition here: wsj.com/opinion/why-im…
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@AmiriKing c'mon... everyone knows it was the Warriors shot Cyrus
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Cyrus Carmack was killed by the Asian store owner (who was recently acquitted.)
Listen to Cyrus’s mom when asked by a reporter why her son had a gun in the first place.
This is the dindunuffins of all dindunuffins.
Congratulations, bonnetmom. You earned this. 🥇
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The first trailer for ‘AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY’ has been released.
In theaters on December 18.
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@__0HOUR1_ I couldn't post at all yesterday... I ain't gaming jack!
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Yes a lot of accounts are being suspended.
I think they detected something they were using to game the system.
Bot networks boosting has been a huge problem.
Maybe they have improved detection on the platform.
Should people be punished for trying to rig posts?
I think so.
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@japan_nobunaga Great Story, but I thought it was from where it began…. Hurst Euless and Bedford (i could be wrong or mistaken) those are 3 towns between Dallas and Fort Worth
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In Texas I was taken to a grocery store called H-E-B.
I asked what the letters stand for. My friend said, "Howard Edward Butt."
I waited for the rest of the name. There was no rest. The man built an empire on his actual name, and the empire did not flinch.
Inside, a woman in a red apron said, "Welcome! Finding everything okay?"
I had been inside for eleven seconds. I had found nothing. I had not begun to look.
"...I have only just arrived."
"Well, let me know if you need anything, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. From a stranger with a price gun. I held the cart handle with both hands and tried to proceed as a man who had not just been loved at the produce section.
The store was clean in a way that suggested someone cared about it the way my grandmother cared about her kitchen floor. Not for the guests. For the floor.
A man named Dale in the meat department was cutting brisket behind glass. I watched him work. He held the knife the way a calligrapher holds a brush. Each cut landed in the same place twice.
I bowed slightly. I could not help it.
Dale looked up. "You want a sample, boss?"
"...I was paying respects to your blade work."
He paused. Then he cut a piece, put it on a toothpick, and handed it over the counter.
"Well, that's a first. Most folks just ask if I got any ribs left."
I ate it. It was perfect. I told him it was perfect.
"Appreciate that. Twenty-six years behind this counter."
Twenty-six years. The same counter. The same knife. In my country we would call this man a living national treasure and put him on television. Here he wore a red apron and asked if I wanted it wrapped.
Then the storm came.
I do not mean this as a metaphor. A hurricane was approaching the coast, and I learned something about this grocery store that I did not believe until I saw it with my own eyes.
H-E-B has mobile kitchens. Disaster relief trucks. A full-time Director of Emergency Preparedness. Over a hundred and fifty thousand employees they call Partners, and when the wind starts to build, the Partners do not go home.
They drive toward it.
During Hurricane Harvey, this grocery store fed thousands. They sent trucks into flooded towns before the government arrived. Before the Red Cross set up. Before anyone asked.
A grocery store. With a meat counter and a bakery and a sign that says HERE EVERYTHING'S BETTER.
Texans have a name for H-E-B during hurricanes. They call it the FEMA of Texas. I have confirmed this. Multiple Texans said it to me without smiling, the way you state the name of a general who does not lose.
I asked Dale if he had worked during Harvey.
He stopped cutting. He set the knife down, which I had not seen him do.
"Drove in at four in the morning. Water was up to my truck doors. Store was the only thing open for nine miles. We made sandwiches till we ran out of bread. Then corporate sent more bread. Then we ran out again."
"...How long?"
"Sixteen days."
I stood there holding a package of brisket in both hands and tried to find the word.
"...You are not a butcher, Dale."
He picked up his knife. "Sure I am."
In my country, a man who feeds his village through a disaster is honored for the rest of his life. In Texas, he is called a butcher, and he goes back to the counter on Monday, and he does not mention it unless you ask, and even then he picks up his knife before he finishes the story, because the brisket is not going to cut itself.
The store was founded in 1905 by a woman named Florence Butt, who put sixty dollars' worth of groceries on a shelf on the ground floor of her family's home in a town called Kerrville. That was the whole store. One shelf. One room. Sixty dollars.
A hundred and twenty years later, the family still owns it.
I walked out with four bags. A boy in a red apron carried two of them to my car. I told him I could carry my own bags. He said, "I know you can. But I'm already here, so."
I did not tip him. He would not let me.
I drove home past the highway where the flood line was still visible on the guardrail, three feet up, and I thought about Dale, and the bread, and the knife, and the name Howard Edward Butt, who was not embarrassed by it, because the name is not the point.
The shelf is the point.
Florence Butt put sixty dollars on a shelf in 1905. A hundred and twenty years later, when the water rose and the power died, the shelf was still standing, and there was bread on it.
A store is not its name. A store is whether the bread is there when you need it.
The bread was there.
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Call me retarded, but I think soccer is boring as fuck.
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