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I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.
There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.
I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.
We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.
It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn’t quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone’s wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.
Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.
287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that’s the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the “nominee” list is meaningless, it’s a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes “SHORTLISTED.” Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.
We read reports. The institute’s advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don’t do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says “well,” and everyone knows exactly what “well” meant, and it’s settled. That’s our shouting. “Well.” You’d have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.
Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the name.
A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he’d ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel’s prime minister posted it on the internet, “Give him the Nobel.” The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they’d nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you’d collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.
And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year’s prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn’t have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters.
People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don’t. That’s the thing I can’t make the world understand. We’re not grading his homework. We don’t owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. “He made peace” is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer’s attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man’s public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.
So who did we give it to?
An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver’s daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela’s people when defending them was dangerous, who sat on the Rwanda tribunal and the court at the Hague, and who, at eighty-five, is right now a judge weighing whether a genocide is a genocide. When we told the world, our chairman said the rule of law “underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace,” and that “peace requires justice.” She wasn’t even in Oslo. She was in Nuremberg. In courtroom 600. The actual room where they tried the Nazis. You cannot stage that. God staged that, and God, it turns out, is a better satirist than any of us.
She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It’s just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.
The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we “place politics over peace.” Ja. Perhaps. We’re five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it’s political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.
Here is what he will never understand, the thing I’d tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we’re incorruptible, nei, we’re as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country’s book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you’ve proven you don’t understand what it’s for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.
It’s dark now. Four o’clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said “well” an hour ago and we all went home. I’m on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful man is explaining to a camera that the prize is rigged, that we’re corrupt, that he’ll win it next year, and he genuinely might, we’re only five idiots and we’ve been wrong before, Kissinger is still on the wall.
But not this year. This year an old woman in Nuremberg, in the room where the law once stared down the exact kind of man who thinks wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his, got a phone call she didn’t ask for.
That’s the job. We don’t reward the man who ends the war and announces it.
We reward the woman who spent fifty years deciding what a war was.
He’ll never see the difference. That’s rather the whole point of him.
Takk for i dag. I have to change trams.
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Bernie. Senator Sanders. My man.
This is the finest post you have ever written, and I mean that sincerely. You just published the single most devastating indictment of government economic intervention in modern American history, and you did it believing it was an argument FOR more government. You are living proof that God has a sense of humor.
Standing ovation. Truly. Now let me show you what you actually posted, because I do not think anybody on your staff ran it past a calculator. Or a person. Or a calculator operated by a person.
THE MATH YOU LEFT OUT
One 1973 dollar equals $7.52 today. That is BLS, not Bski. I know arithmetic is the enemy here, but ride with me.
Healthcare, $441 becomes $3,317. You listed $15,474. Real increase, 4.7x.
Home, $35,500 becomes $267,010. You listed $475,400. Real increase, 1.8x.
Rent, $133 becomes $1,000. You listed $2,017. Real increase, 2x.
Tuition, $514 becomes $3,866. You listed $11,950. Real increase, 3.1x.
Still bad. I am not pretending otherwise, and nobody is throwing a parade. But the gap between what you posted and what is true is wide enough to drive a bus through, and you were counting on nobody looking.
You posted raw nominal figures with no deflator, to an audience you assumed could not run the conversion. That is not economics, Senator. That is muddying the water to make it look deep.
YOUR CLOSING QUESTION, ANSWERED
"Has your income kept up?"
Median household income, 1973: $10,500. Census Bureau, report P60-96.
Median household income, latest: $83,730. Census Bureau.
That is a 697 percent increase. General prices rose 652 percent over the identical window. Income WON. By forty-five points. That number was one search away, which apparently was one search too many.
So the honest answer is YES. Median income slightly outran overall inflation. It simply failed to outrun the four categories you hand-picked, and you cling to those four the way a drunkard clings to a lamppost. For support, not for illumination.
THE QUESTION YOU CAREFULLY DID NOT ASK
What do healthcare, housing, rent, and college tuition have in common? Take your time. I have been grading freshman biology for a decade; I am comfortable with silence.
They are the four most subsidized, most regulated, most government-saturated markets in the United States. Every single one. Sometimes the majority just means all the fools are on the same side.
Meanwhile televisions, computers, toys, software, clothing, and cell service, the sectors Washington mostly left alone, collapsed in real price. Televisions are down roughly 97 percent since 2000. Funny how the stuff Congress never touched got cheaper. Almost like there is a pattern here, visible from space, waving a flag.
Government touches it, price explodes. Government keeps its hands off, price falls. Fifty-three years, same country, same currency, same workers. If your model cannot explain that, your model has a leak in the think tank.
That is not a talking point. That is a controlled experiment, and you are standing in the smoking crater of your own hypothesis requesting a larger appropriation. This is high-IQ stupid. Brilliant man. Not a lick of sense.
Quinn's First Law of Liberalism: liberalism always generates the exact opposite of its stated intent. You proved it with four data points and a rhetorical question. All foam, no beer.
AND WHY, EXACTLY, 1973?
Bold pick. Let me guess what Washington does next. Congress severs the dollar from gold entirely and hands itself an unlimited printing press... wait, I am being told they already did that. August fifteenth, 1971. Fully floating by March 1973. You chose the first clean year of the pure fiat dollar as your baseline, which is a bit like dating the fire from the moment somebody hid the extinguisher.
What is next, Senator? Congress rebuilds all of American medicine around third-party payment so that no patient ever sees a price again... wait, they already did THAT one too. Health Maintenance Organization Act of 1973. Signed December 29, 1973. He is more confused than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles.
You picked the crime scene and labeled it the control group. Your thesis has more holes than a screen door on a submarine in a hurricane.
COLLEGE: YOU SUBSIDIZED IT INTO ORBIT
The Education Amendments of 1972 created the federal grant that became Pell. Federal aid expanded for fifty years afterward, and tuition followed it like a shadow. Faster than green grass through a goose.
Federal Reserve Bank of New York, Staff Report 733: every additional dollar of subsidized federal student loan capacity passed through into higher tuition at roughly SIXTY CENTS ON THE DOLLAR. That is the Fed. Not a podcast. Not me. And I am glad you are not letting education get in the way of your ignorance on it.
You handed colleges a blank check drawn on the signature of eighteen-year-olds, and colleges cashed it. Now the proposed fix is more of the exact thing that broke it, a solution ranking somewhere between an inflatable dartboard and a cordless extension cord.
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.
HOUSING AND RENT: ALSO YOU
Single-family-only zoning. Minimum lot sizes. Parking minimums. Environmental review that turns a duplex into a six-year lawsuit. Then a decade of near-zero rates flooding a supply-starved market with cheap money. Every one of those was sold as help, and every one made it worse, which at this point is less a policy record than a magic trick performed by a man who cannot find his own shadow on a sunny day.
Also, median new home 1973: about 1,525 square feet. Today: over 2,200, with central air, multiple bathrooms, and an attached garage. You are comparing a Pinto to a Tahoe and billing the difference to greed. You can put lipstick on that pig. It is still a pig.
Want cheaper rent? Legalize building. That is the entire policy, it costs the taxpayer nothing, and that is precisely why it will never interest you. Clouds without rain. All promise, no delivery. Jude 12. Proverbs 25:14.
HEALTHCARE: SENATOR, YOU VOTED FOR THIS
Everybody reading, sit with this one, because it is the whole ballgame and they are counting on you skimming past it.
The ACA COVID subsidies were written as TEMPORARY in the American Rescue Plan Act of 2021, then extended as TEMPORARY in the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022. NOT ONE Republican voted for either bill. You voted for BOTH, @BernieSanders. You set the expiration date yourself, with your own hand, which makes the outrage about as credible as a handshake agreement with a used-car salesman.
Then your party shut the government down for 43 days demanding them back, which was a public confession, on the record, that a law named the AFFORDABLE Care Act is not affordable without emergency pandemic cash. The new CR passed. The government is open. That confession is still sitting in the transcript, and no press release is going to sand it off. They lie like fish swim.
Translated into plain English: "Last December my boss gave me a $1,000 bonus. This December he did not. Therefore he cut my pay and he is heartless." Take that argument to an actual employer and report back. Whoever drafted it could not pour water out of a boot with the instructions printed on the heel, and as a policy position it is about as useful as a solar-powered flashlight.
And why are YOU the loudest defender of routing every American through a government-guaranteed insurance conglomerate, rather than Health Savings Accounts and real price transparency, where the patient holds the dollar and the provider competes for it? Your side lit candles for Luigi Mangione over his hatred of that industry. Now you are its most reliable revenue stream. Pick a lane. You have more positions than a yoga instructor and less spine than a jellyfish.
Trying to reason with this is like trying to baptize a cat.
WHAT HAVE YOU ACTUALLY DELIVERED?
Sworn in January 1991. Thirty-five years in Congress. Congresswebsitee lists over four hundred bills you led as primary sponsor. THREE became law. Two of them renamed post offices in Vermont. Four hundred swings, three contacts, two of them buildings that already existed.
He has been in Congress so long the only thing he has passed is gas.
The brain is an amazing organ. It starts working in the womb and does not stop until you get elected to Congress.
Thirty-five years of this exact post. Same slides, new dates. Delusions of adequacy dressed up as a movement. And every one of those four lines got WORSE on your watch, in a chamber you sat in, on votes you personally cast. At what point does the diagnosis become the prescription, Senator? At what point do we admit the fire marshal keeps showing up smelling like gasoline?
THE PART ABOUT YOUR HOUSES
You own three homes while lecturing me about housing prices. Some hogs have all four feet and their snout in the trough.
So here is my standing offer, and it applies to every millionaire in that chamber hollering about the rich. Before the next "tax the rich" post, voluntarily remit DOUBLE what the IRS says you owe. Standard deduction only. No itemizing. No carve-outs, no foundations, no trusts, no clever accountant in Burlington. Publish the return. Until somebody does that, the sermon is a gray sprinkle on a rainbow cupcake.
Lead by example and I will sit through the whole homily. Until then it is a snollygoster selling indulgences, and the people who wrote the loopholes are the same people using them. All hat and no cattle.
WHILE WE ARE COUNTING OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY
Every proposal you have ever floated arrives with the same page torn out. The one that says who pays. Medicare for All. Free college. Universal this, guaranteed that. Trillions in promises and never once a figure that survives contact with a calculator. If we discovered life on Mars, your caucus would try to send it money.
We have not had a real budget since Moby Dick was a minnow. There is always money for the next program and never a nickel to fix the last one, and somehow that is everyone's fault except the fault of the men who wrote it. Enough money to burn a wet mule, and not one dollar of accountability attached to any of it.
MY OWN MODEST PROPOSAL
Since price is apparently just a policy choice, allow me one. Mandatory GPA redistribution. Every student above a 3.5 surrenders points to every student below a 2.0. Everyone graduates. Nobody left behind. This is not a radical idea. It is just common sense, and I say that with a straight face, which is more than your last budget resolution managed.
While we are at it, free ice cream every Monday, and the store simply eats the cost. Also common sense. If stupidity were a renewable resource, this chamber would have solved the energy crisis in 1974.
We cannot run the greatest economy in human history on fairy dust and unicorn urine. Apparently we can run a gradebook on it. If that struck you as blatherskite, congratulations, you have now audited my entire objection to your economics.
CONGRESSIONAL RECORD, JANUARY 10, 1963
Rep. A.S. Herlong Jr. read 45 Communist Goals into the permanent record. Goal 17: get control of the schools and use them as transmission belts for socialism. Goal 32: support any socialist movement giving centralized control over education, social agencies, and welfare programs. Goal 40: discredit the family as an institution. Read that list, then read your platform, and tell me it is a coincidence with a straight face.
I am not asking anybody to believe in a conspiracy. I am asking them to grade the outcomes. That is what a science teacher does. A mountebank peddles the intention. A scientist checks the result.
Quinn's Sixth Law: facts are the enemy of liberalism. Quinn's Twenty-Fifth: liberals are great at giving away other people's money. Both were on full display in your original post, and neither one required a single assist from me. I just held up the mirror.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing, Senator. Shakespeare said it first, and he said it better.
ONE LAST THING, BECAUSE IT MATTERS
Wages are not decreed. They are agreed. Two free people shake hands. An employer offers, a worker accepts or walks, and if nobody accepts, the employer raises the offer or closes the doors. That is not exploitation, that is arithmetic, and treating it as villainy is a Billy-goat brain attached to a mockingbird mouth.
Price labor above what it produces and the least-skilled worker does not receive a raise. He receives a locked door. No first job, no resume, no rung one, and a lifetime of dependency he will vote to protect, because he is rational and you engineered his only rational choice. That is not compassion. That is a trap with a ribbon on it.
Every party that ever needed an underclass called it something noble. The antebellum South called it care. Jim Crow called it order. Yours calls it compassion. Same architecture, better branding, and in a battle of wits your economics would show up unarmed.
You cannot fix stupid. But you can vote it out of office.
But what do I know. I am only a high school science teacher, a medically retired Army combat medic, and a man who ran the deflator before he posted the chart.
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Pallbearers and attendees are being sought for the funeral of 98-year-old WW2 veteran John Bernard Arnold III, who died on May 6th with no living relatives.
Visitation will be this Monday, May 18th at St. Joseph the Worker Church in Hanson, Massachusetts at 10am.
A funeral mass will follow at 11am, and burial will take place at Cedar Knoll Cemetery in Taunton, Massachusetts.
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Praying over the goods you make is good for both the maker and the buyer.
We remember all patrons of The Woolshire in our daily prayers, and all of those who have rooted for our success.
The soulless factory does not understand this!
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Spectacular video of an osprey rising from the ocean after catching a barracuda.
📽: Mark Smith Photography
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When I worked in Leeds, we had the third busiest emergency department in the country. A British man in his 40s tragically died waiting in the hallway outside of the department with acute pancreatitis. He was not the only patient to die in that corridor. There was hardly a day when very unwell patients weren't lined up in the corridors and waiting in ambulances outside the ED because they couldn't be offloaded. The NHS does not have enough staff (especially doctors), beds, or ambulances.
But here we are loaning NHS ambulances for a private service.
This is not generosity, this is supremacy.
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Before "AI" there was just spectacular talent. There was just "I"
Its still there. Don't forget the humans. Don't forget the artists, composers, poets, songwriters, musicians. Authors, journalists, thinkers.
Don't forget Humanity.
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One of the most impressive politicians of this era is running for governor in Iowa. His name is Zach Lahn. Watch this.
(0:00) Why Lahn Is Running for Governor
(14:58) Why Is Land So Expensive?
(22:12) Is There a Connection Between Pesticides and Parkinson's?
(37:35) Skyrocketing Cancer Rates
(46:03) Capitalism vs. Corporatism
(51:54) The Globalist Agenda: Own Nothing and Be Happy
(57:17) The AI Takeover
(1:05:50) What Is Really Important in Life?
(1:09:29) Has Lahn Been Attacked for His Ideas?
(1:14:21) Is It Possible to Reform the System?
(1:16:44) The America First Movement
(1:17:45) The Assassination of JFK
(1:21:00) The Immigration Crisis
(1:24:45) Why America Needs to Turn Back to Christianity
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The Ruminati shirts are here.
Gerald didn't ask for this. Keith would eat one if he could reach it. Doris has no opinion because Doris has work to do.
But here we are.
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World leaders may be hell bent in destroying the planet. But a simple thing like leaving Dandelions to flower can make a big difference to your local wildlife. We can only do what we can do to help our wildlife. Plus, living in a wildlife habitat is so good for mental health.
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🚨‼️ Although I am Muslim, I am calling upon all Christians in the world to take note that the Evangelicals in the USA have made no comment whatsoever about the Israeli closure of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.
The Israelis have announced that they will maintain the closure throughout the Holy Week, and even Easter.
It is the first time in history that the Church was closed like this. During the entirety of Islamic rule over Jerusalem, it was always kept open.
To illustrate the typically Palestinian cordiality on the issue: in order to prevent infighting over which Christian denomination would keep the keys to the sanctuary, they were entrusted to two Palestinian Muslim families over the course of about 1,000 years, as an agreement. And this agreement has always been respected, without exception.
Anyone with some common knowledge knows the huge importance of the Easter ceremony in Christianity.
For the Evangelicals to accept this flagrant violation of religious freedom by the Israelis, without even expressing any sadness or regret about it (and Huckabee having even defended it), should make everyone, not only Christians, wonder how much importance this 'Israel'-worshipping denomination attaches at all to the tenets of Christianity.
To me, as an outsider, I see them as routine violators of many other Christian values as well. Their routine calls for war and mass murder, including their whole-hearted support for the slaughter of children in the ongoing Gaza genocide, speak for themselves.
I leave it up to you to pass your own judgement on that.
I have visited this Church several times in our beloved Jerusalem/Al Quds, and there isn't a fellow Palestinian in the world who doesn't cherish this sanctuary in his or her heart.
Like all Muslims, I am inherently sympathetic to the Christian religion, and have great respect for it.
This is all the more reason why it truly saddens me to see the American Evangelicals carrying the name, but apparently divorcing themselves from the responsibilities and duties that come with referring to themselves as 'Christians'.
I have expressed my opinion, and if I have offended any Christians who are not Evangelical with my words, in any way at all, I ask their forgiveness.
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What we know about the Ruminati:
They meet in three separate counties.
They do not communicate.
They have no shared agenda.
They have no treasurer, no secretary, no registered address, and no mission statement.
They have not filed with Companies House.
They have not applied for charitable status.
They have not attended a conference, issued a joint press release, or coordinated a response to any of the coverage.
What they have done:
Improved the soil.
Maintained the walls.
Cleared the scrub.
Fed the skylarks.
Grazed the rush corner.
Improved Brian's east corner in ways Brian cannot find the right column for.
The Ruminati are the most effective shadowy organisation in Britain.
They do it from fields.
They do it without meetings.
They do it every day.
In all weathers.
Nobody told them to.
They just got on with it.
People have heard rumblings.
They present themselves as farm animals. Slow-moving, grass-fixated, apparently incapable of strategic thought. They graze. They poop. They stand near walls looking at nothing. They have maintained this cover for years: decades in some cases, centuries if you count the lineage, and it has worked perfectly, because nobody looks at a field and thinks: something is happening in there.
Something is happening in there.
Behind the pastoral innocence, the Ruminati have been conducting a sustained, multi-front campaign against the climate, the countryside, and your cardiovascular system. They have done it quietly. They have done it without press releases. They have done it while looking, at all times, like they are just having a nice time in a field.
The methane: produced daily, from the rumen, without acknowledgement or apology.
The artery situation: ongoing. Every kilogram of red meat a quiet act of biological aggression against the dietary guidelines.
The countryside: being managed, maintained, and improved in ways that make the rewilding argument significantly harder to sustain.
The Amazon: not Gerald's doing, fine, but he's not helping the optics.
And through all of it: the position papers, the parliamentary questions, the Guardian comment section, the Friends of the Earth newsletter that gave them their name, they have maintained the same expression.
Blank. Calm. Vaguely interested in the grass.
The Ruminati are very good at this.
The Ruminati have been practising for ten thousand years.
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I need you to get mad.
What don’t you understand?
The democrats gerrymandered our maps for decades, while Republicans sat back and watched — “Midwest nice” — “Utah nice.”
The democrats took down our borders, cut down fences, and allowed millions of illegal aliens to invade us.
Then, they used the illegal immigration invasion to overcrowd our schools, hospitals, and housing.
Then, the democrats counted them — illegal aliens — in the Census for the specific purpose of diluting American votes — taking away House seats from legal Americans.
With 500,000 homeless and 50,000 homeless veterans, democrats pushed Americans into the streets and welcomed their new voters into taxpayer-funded homes and hotels.
Democrats watched as illegal aliens murdered our people; from rapes, to DUI, to death by opioids.
They welcomed the Cartel and MS-13 to grow like a cancer within our country.
We are nothing to the democrat party. Their own voters are nothing to them. Just pawns — just chess pieces in a game stacked against the American people.
Then, they tried to bankrupt President Trump.
Then, they stole an election from him.
Then, they fried to remove him from the ballot.
Then, they tried to imprison him.
Then, they tried to kill him.
Through immense peaceful blood, sweat, and tears, we gave President Trump the POPULAR vote in 2024.
We won everything — except Senate seats down ballot because it was never in the plan to allow us a 60-seat threshold.
Democrats may be a lot of things, but they know Republican Senators will always be weaker than they are.
Now, with a Republican White House, House, and Senate, our weak Republican Senate is on the verge of giving democrats ultimate power.
Even in control, Republican Senators are incapable of wield powering and delivering victories.
With 84% of Americans in agreement for photo ID and proof of citizenship, spineless jellyfish would rather deliver decline than seize this great opportunity handed to them on a golden platter.
Why aren’t you shouting to the rooftops?
Why are you scrolling social media instead of writing letters?
Why aren’t you planning a peaceful trip to DC to meet with your Members of Congress?
Why are you not calling and texting everyone you know to empower them to take action?
Courage is contagious.
We, American people, will simple not tolerate inaction. We expect results. We demand results. We will not sit back and watch our Republican Senate hand victories to the democrats because they are too busy taking weeks off instead of daring to work on behalf of the American people.
Get mad.
Be peaceful, but — for the love of our nation — take peaceful, positive action.
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There is no “Artificial Intelligence.” It’s a marketing term.
There is only real intelligence, which comes from and through humans and animals.
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