We should continue to tax Americans and pile on massive debt to allow unelected bureaucrats to siphon billions into slush funds, scams, and kickbacks so that we can...
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..help the poor?
Do you think all the gold in Fort Knox is still there, untouched? Or has it mysteriously ‘disappeared’ over the years? 🤔💰🤡🌎
If he wants to look at it, he must excuse himself from the dinner table. Same if we have houseguests.
Its been refreshing when we have family time that everyone stays off their phones
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It also makes it much harder to mobilize a Jihad against Russia on the basis of defending "freedom and democracy" if more people realize that not a single "liberal democratic" country is actually free or democratic. He even called out Romania straight up having its presidential election overturned just because the Wrong candidates won.
VP Vance added, "criminalizing speech is going to put real strain on European-U.S. relationships."
"Every single Democrat voted yes on this nominee, but every single one of them voted no on RFK Jr. I’m not really sure how to come back from that as a party."
https://x.com/DefiyantlyFree/status/1891248204315836548
https://nitter.poast.org/DefiyantlyFree/status/1891248204315836548
Europe is a meme continent.
RT: https://poa.st/objects/064948cf-c5ef-45ea-b623-3427fe92b185
I don't like writers.
I grew up among them. My father was a successful novelist and no matter where 'home' happened to be, the presence of other writers (and editors and publishers and agents) was everyday. Half a century on, I have scores of acquaintances who describe themselves as writers but I think of only a couple of them as 'friends'.
I don't trust them. I learned at an early age that there was an unsettling disconnect between what writers say and what they set down in words. Joan Didion once wrote, "Writers are always selling someone out", especially if it enables them tell a better story. The world in which my
father lived most happily was in his own head, not the messy, unplotted happenstance of real life,
Writers are rarely as good company as they like to imagine. Maybe because they tend to be alone and cloistered when they work, they're unsteady in social interactions. They're either awkward or overbearing. With booze and a bit of attention, they can be hard to shut up. Plus you're never quite sure if their conversation isn't just a rough draft of some other dialogue, or a chance to try out fragments of unrefined prose, to get a sense of how it ‘plays’ with an audience.
My father was always alert to the effect of words, his own and others'. Like a stand-up comic, he'd sometimes hit on a seam of new material as he talked and immediately start re-working it with showy erudition. A lot of writers do this. The trouble is, too many mistake their facility with words, mere inventive vocabulary, for real understanding of, or insight into, well, anything.
I suspect this is why there are so many writers' conferences and festivals. Of all the arts, literature is the one that most likes to talk about itself, even if, too often, it feels like it's talking to itself.
I can't explain why I still love books. They're important to me, an essential presence in my life. I suspect it's down to my father, again. He taught me, by example rather than explicit instruction, that if I was after the truth, books, not people, were the best place to look for it.
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