Sit back, crack open a cold one and wait for someone to fall in love

Will they notice?

Charlie Kurk was 31 4 years away from being eligible to run for president

I find it interesting that the same guy who built the communication platform Twitter, and activists used it for the Arab Spring He built another communication technology that is being used by activists in Nepal

I went out grocery shopping, being out in public felt strange, people felt more on edge and more aggressive than usual Strange times I'm reminded of the film Life is Beautiful He remained the same, but society gradually went insane

Evil needs to be the problem and the solution It wants to be on every side of the issue

Mao's cultural revolution The youth systematicly killed the intellectual and traditional class

This is the society you get when you only cater to the lowest common denominator

The USA Balkanization

It's not ethnicity, that's the problem, it's the operating system they chose to install in their mind, body and soul

Charlie Kirk's Obi Wan Kenobi Moment

In a winner take all game, the losers will figure out how to cheat

I have a probability monitor script running in the background when I'm out in public It's a balance of being aware and being able to enjoy life

P2P Distributed systems that relay messages of truth are assassination resistant

We are a thing on a computer 🤔

Jesus entered the world, that only knew violence he preached a message of peace ✌️ 🕊️ and got murdered for it

After today's event, The Security State is going to get even more Authoritarian

On the Battlefield of Ideas, The Radical left uses Live Ammo

The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. 2 We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. 3 We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome. 4 With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things. 5 When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know." 6 On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death." 7 In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die." 8 Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew, And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four– And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more. 9 As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man There are only four things certain since Social Progress began. That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire; 10 And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return

Today was the real Turning Point