David Edmondson

Reading the webpage for the vineyards, I found that the Pomo Native American Tribes gave Rockpile Peak the name kabe-chana.

All members of Congress who vote in favor of Randy Fine’s "Greenland Annexation and Statehood Act" should be sanctioned and denied entry to the EU.

My security camera will show you what life was like for a family living in DC: Here’s a mass shooting and murder in my front lawn, followed by my house being set on fire with my wife and infant child inside. These are regular occurrences for DC residents. I lived just a few blocks from the US Capitol. There were open drug deals and arms deals constantly outside my house. My family was threatened on a near daily basis. Racist epitaphs were hurled at my wife and infant children. Rocks were thrown at us as we walked down the street. We were constantly targeted for being white in a “black neighborhood.” No one gave a sh*t. Judges and cops saw us as the problem. When DC Defunded their police, the city turned into a deadly war zone. Every resident was terrorized. DC is a failed state. DC home rule is a mistake. The worst, most entitled racists living off your tax dollars and desecrating our nations Capital. Turning the ‘Seat of Western Civilization’ into a deadly welfare narco-state. Entire neighborhoods need to be cleared out and bulldozed. This can’t happen soon enough. Every American must support Trump federalizing the city and martial law as a point of American Pride. Restore the Seat of Western Civilization 🇺🇸

Here am I, send me. 🇺🇸

This “just cook bro” mentality is peak broke-brain logic. You think spending an hour every day chopping onions and scrubbing pans is some badge of honor? Congrats, you saved $7 and burned the only free hour you had after work. Hope the lentils were worth it. Cooking isn’t free. It costs time, energy, and attention — the three things high-performers guard with their life. Grocery runs, prep, cooking, dishes, cleanup — you’re bleeding hours to save pennies. That’s not frugality, that’s time poverty. You’re not a monk. You’re a tired guy reheating dry-ass chicken at 10pm convincing yourself it’s “self care.” Meanwhile someone else paid $15 for Uber Eats, finished a deck, hit the gym, and got 8 hours of sleep. But hey, you diced your garlic by hand. King shit. And don’t even start with the “but health!” cope. 90% of y’all cooking at home aren’t making quinoa bowls and wild-caught salmon. You’re eating rice, eggs, toast, and the same $3 Trader Joe’s stir-fry every night. You’re not optimizing for health, you’re optimizing for feeling morally superior while wasting time. Time is the only real flex. You get more of it by buying it back. If that costs $12 for takeout, that’s a steal. If you’re in any field where leverage matters — tech, finance, creative — and you’re still cooking every meal from scratch like it’s 1947, you’re not serious. This isn’t about being rich. It’s about understanding what moves the needle. High-output people don’t micromanage their meals — they outsource. You want to be productive? Stop pretending cooking is a virtue. It’s not. It’s a time sink.

This is my favorite part. Paulo, I’m glad you’re not alive to see this.

I had a friend in college who would interrupt me whenever we were hanging out as a group. She was incredibly kind, so our group figured she just didn't realize when I was talking. Finally we let her talk over me for a while to test our theory and had to stop her after 10 seconds.

When I was 19, I worked part time at Dairy Queen, and during my break time, I read "The Great Divorce" by C.S. Lewis. The owner of the store, an older lady, was so disturbed I was reading a book by this name. "Nothing is great about divorce!" she would say. "It's actually not about a divorce like you're thinking. It's actually a Christian author, and he's talking about heaven and hell." "Young people these days think divorce is the answer!" "It's not about..." "I just wish you'd stop reading that. It looks like a horrible, horrible book." I've learned there are just some people in life who don't hear me when I'm talking. I don't know if my voice is soft, or my words are unclear. There's been a handful of older midwestern women who are like this with me, and I don't understand where the communication breakdown is. Like they're ready to instruct me, but never comprehending any of my words--like they skip right over them every time I talk. This isn't a singular circumstance, it's this "type" almost. Anyway. I think about that whenever I see that book on my shelf.

Picture of the founders carefully drafting the Constitution to ensure unlimited Muslim extremists can have student visas