Michael Stainback

@EagleEdMartin SPLC and everyone associated

They killed Charlie. And they will pay.

The parts issue is real. But it doesn't just affect the O'Reilly series. Trucks, ARCA, local short track racing, most everything under cup that runs asphalt ovals. We desperately need to take action to create marketplace that provides a modern take on the tech all those vehicles are using. From ball joints to transmissions, you name it. Are some of the current pieces old tech? Yes. Let's then make modern pieces that aren't a big departure from the current model. Pieces that are affordable. That can trickle down through all the levels of asphalt oval racing.

@ScobbieJames @RMarsh64387 @RinkusSharon @SamaHoole James is worthless and has no intestinal fortitude

@RMarsh64387 @RinkusSharon @SamaHoole That sadly appears to be the way.

The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom. Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp. For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch. Consider what they were leaving. A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional memory of not taking one goes back five hundred and fifty-two years. Then the stories arrive. From sailors. From ship's captains. From merchants returning through Bristol and Plymouth. The birds come in flocks that darken the sky for three days. Not an afternoon. Three days. Passenger pigeons in numbers later estimated at three to five billion in a single flock, making a sound early settlers compared to the roar of a river that refused to stop. A man with a net could take five hundred in an afternoon. The king of England had no claim on the sky over Massachusetts. The rivers, the captains said, ran so thick with salmon that the water appeared to boil. The deer walked into camp, looked at the fire, and were shot. The oysters on the Atlantic shore came the size of dinner plates, piled in reefs you could lean over the side of a boat to harvest. Turkeys weighing thirty pounds stood in clearings with the fearlessness of an animal that had never been hunted by anything on two legs. Bison herds on the plains took four hours to cross a ford. And nobody, crucially, owned any of it. The father in Devon lies awake that night thinking about the sky going dark for three days. He is also thinking about religious freedom. Theological persecution was real. The Mayflower passenger list included genuine dissenters. That was part of it. It was not, for most of them, the biggest part. The biggest part was that the animals in the captain's story belonged to nobody, and the family had been watching animals that belonged to somebody else walk past their cottage for twenty generations. Between 1620 and 1640, roughly 20,000 people made the crossing. By 1700, 250,000. By 1900, fifty million Europeans had crossed, most of them peasants from cultures where meat had been restricted for centuries, most of them arriving within the first generation at a standard of eating their grandparents would not have believed. A labourer in Pennsylvania in 1750 was eating more meat per week than an English nobleman had eaten in 1450. An Irish emigrant's grandchild in Boston in 1900, whose great-grandmother had starved in 1847 while Irish cattle were shipped past the coffin ships to English markets, was eating steak on a Tuesday and not thinking about it. At the centre of the great migration was hunger. Specifically, hunger for meat. Enforced since 1066, reinforced by Enclosure for another four hundred years, reinforced by the quiet understanding that the venison belonged to the lord and the pottage belonged to you. They crossed an ocean because, finally, you could go somewhere the deer walked into camp and the pigeons blocked out the sun and nobody had a legal claim on any of it. You could eat like a lord without owing a lord anything. They crossed an ocean for that. And having got to it, they did not give it back.

Throughout history: The rich ate meat. The poor ate grains. Modern dietary guidelines: Eat less meat. Eat more grains. We've been told the peasant diet is optimal and the aristocrat diet is dangerous. By people who profit when you're sick and weak. jointheruminati.com/meat-restricti…

In David Wilcock’s podcast two days ago, he said he was grateful for being alive and acknowledged how many researchers are being killed or suicided

Holy hell Somalis were getting paid $600 an HOUR for autism services? Give me a break. Arrest everybody who facilitated this. Now.

New England mastered the art of gerrymandering years ago The 6 states are 40% Red They have 33 seats between them So they have 13 Republicans, right? Wrong. They have 1. This is modern day taxation without representation coming full circle to the birthplace of the Revolution

Turns out these guys actually worked for SPLC

NEWS🚨: Amy Eskridge, 11th scientists linked to secret aerospace and nuclear research, found dead.

Every Virginian south of Fairfax.

@BBGreatMoments It has been completely rebuilt now and is active ball park

@BBGreatMoments Here's Ty Cobb throwing out the first pitch at Hamtramck Stadium for a Negro League game. He'd taken the train from Atlanta to Detroit for the occasion.

Hammtramck Stadium, the likes of Satchel Paige, Josh Gibson and so many more negro league players played at this Negro League ballpark.

@mryoung151 Four in the Arm 🤡

@CigsMake Look how happy the wife looks. So glad by having smaller families women can fulfill their career goals and people don’t live in utter poverty

A man with his wife and 13 children in Louisiana, 1938 during the Great Depression. But its too expensive to have kids today

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The Gorman family deserves justice.