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I will never get a mammogram or a colonoscopy. Not because I “don’t care about prevention.” Because poking, crushing, cutting, and biopsying stressed tissue is not prevention. Dr. Leonard Coldwell makes the case most people never hear: A tumor is not a random attack. It is containment. The body...

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Mammograms and Colonoscopies are SCAMS. Preventative care is not poking, pressurizing, cutting, or provoking stressed tissue and calling it wisdom. Preventative care is terrain. Your body does not create tumors randomly. It encapsulates toxins it cannot safely eliminate. It isolates. It protects. It adapts. When the terrain is overloaded, the body builds containment. When the terrain is clean, the body no longer needs to. This is why it's always best to focus on detox, drainage, minerals, gut health, lymphatic flow, and cellular support long before symptoms ever show up. Because true prevention happens UPSTREAM. You cannot screen your way out of toxicity. You cannot image your way out of metabolic dysfunction. You cannot biopsy your way into health. Health is built daily. Quietly. Intentionally. Strategically. Detox over detection. Terrain over fear. Responsibility over reaction. [h/t make_kids_healthy_again on IG]
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Mammograms and Colonoscopies are SCAMS. Preventative care is not poking, pressurizing, cutting, or provoking stressed tissue and calling it wisdom. Preventative care is terrain. Your body does not create tumors randomly. It encapsulates toxins it cannot safely eliminate. It isolates. It protects. It adapts. When the terrain is overloaded, the body builds containment. When the terrain is clean, the body no longer needs to. This is why it's always best to focus on detox, drainage, minerals, gut health, lymphatic flow, and cellular support long before symptoms ever show up. Because true prevention happens UPSTREAM. You cannot screen your way out of toxicity. You cannot image your way out of metabolic dysfunction. You cannot biopsy your way into health. Health is built daily. Quietly. Intentionally. Strategically. Detox over detection. Terrain over fear. Responsibility over reaction. [h/t make_kids_healthy_again on IG]

Ben Wehrman

169,742 views • 20 days ago

It’s not a conspiracy theory. I have seen it first hand—aborted fetuses are used in medicine, and almost no one even knows. That’s right. Aborted fetal tissue is used as a starting point in the development of certain medications and medical products. And when you step back and think about it, serious questions begin to arise. Do you believe this is ethical? And knowing what we know about the pharmaceutical industry, does this increase the chances that women are pressured into abortion—or worse, handed faulty tests that convince them it’s medically necessary? Layer that with the reality of a diagnostic industry built on fear, a marketplace for human body parts, and pharmaceutical companies profiting from fetal tissue—and the picture becomes clear. Aborted fetuses are a commodity. And Big Pharma is the buyer. The only way to truly step outside of this system is not to rely on it at all. Stop outsourcing your health to an industry that profits from your body. True health does not come in a pill or injection—it is available to you when you reclaim your authority over your body and your choices. All you need is the right knowledge and the discipline to act on it. Click below to get started.
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It’s not a conspiracy theory. I have seen it first hand—aborted fetuses are used in medicine, and almost no one even knows. That’s right. Aborted fetal tissue is used as a starting point in the development of certain medications and medical products. And when you step back and think about it, serious questions begin to arise. Do you believe this is ethical? And knowing what we know about the pharmaceutical industry, does this increase the chances that women are pressured into abortion—or worse, handed faulty tests that convince them it’s medically necessary? Layer that with the reality of a diagnostic industry built on fear, a marketplace for human body parts, and pharmaceutical companies profiting from fetal tissue—and the picture becomes clear. Aborted fetuses are a commodity. And Big Pharma is the buyer. The only way to truly step outside of this system is not to rely on it at all. Stop outsourcing your health to an industry that profits from your body. True health does not come in a pill or injection—it is available to you when you reclaim your authority over your body and your choices. All you need is the right knowledge and the discipline to act on it. Click below to get started.

Andrew Kaufman MD

12,699 views • 1 year ago

Culture is genetic because behavior is genetic. This beaver never saw a dam in its life. No beavers or anything else ever taught it to build a dam. It wants to build a dam because it is a beaver. Many beavers together build a big dam. That is beaver culture. Humans are not different. Nothing is different. This is what life is. This is how life works. Your body is your mind. A caterpillar wants to build a chrysalis. A bee wants to build a hive. A lion wants to build a pride. You are not special. You are not above your nature. you are INSIDE of it. The thoughts that we think are genetic thoughts. The crimes we commit are genetic crimes. The art we create is genetic art. Just like this beaver, you can give the animal different sticks and it will build a different dam, but it will always build a dam. And you can give humans different "education," but the human will always use it to do what its genes tell it to do. This is the first big answer that you need. This is the biggest piece of the puzzle. This is how to understand people 90% of the way. You just... notice what they do, and get out of the way, and watch them do it. And if they need sticks, you give them sticks. And if you don't like what they do, you have to get away from them. You cannot train dam-building into them or out of them any more than you can with a beaver. A beaver wants to build a dam because it is a beaver. Whatever you see people build, that's what they wanted to build from the sticks they got in the river they were in. Stop pretending you can change it.
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Culture is genetic because behavior is genetic. This beaver never saw a dam in its life. No beavers or anything else ever taught it to build a dam. It wants to build a dam because it is a beaver. Many beavers together build a big dam. That is beaver culture. Humans are not different. Nothing is different. This is what life is. This is how life works. Your body is your mind. A caterpillar wants to build a chrysalis. A bee wants to build a hive. A lion wants to build a pride. You are not special. You are not above your nature. you are INSIDE of it. The thoughts that we think are genetic thoughts. The crimes we commit are genetic crimes. The art we create is genetic art. Just like this beaver, you can give the animal different sticks and it will build a different dam, but it will always build a dam. And you can give humans different "education," but the human will always use it to do what its genes tell it to do. This is the first big answer that you need. This is the biggest piece of the puzzle. This is how to understand people 90% of the way. You just... notice what they do, and get out of the way, and watch them do it. And if they need sticks, you give them sticks. And if you don't like what they do, you have to get away from them. You cannot train dam-building into them or out of them any more than you can with a beaver. A beaver wants to build a dam because it is a beaver. Whatever you see people build, that's what they wanted to build from the sticks they got in the river they were in. Stop pretending you can change it.

hoe_math = PsychoMath

1,190,914 views • 1 year ago

Culture is not a list of values, literary works, or costumes. Culture is a story that a people tell themselves about themselves in their territory across generations. It is their inheritance, whether they like it or not. If the people disappear, so does the culture. You cannot swap those people out for others and keep their culture, just as you cannot replace the photographs of children on their mother's mantelpiece and claim that the family remains the same.
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Culture is not a list of values, literary works, or costumes. Culture is a story that a people tell themselves about themselves in their territory across generations. It is their inheritance, whether they like it or not. If the people disappear, so does the culture. You cannot swap those people out for others and keep their culture, just as you cannot replace the photographs of children on their mother's mantelpiece and claim that the family remains the same.

Connor Tomlinson

34,643 views • 2 months ago

Your faith was forged in people who would rather be exterminated than assimilated. A soft version of it, eager to be liked and desperate to fit in, is not the thing they died to hand you. So stop striving to be liked. Stop angling to be loved by a world that drove your fathers into the snow. That world would think no better of the gospel today than it did in 1838. Stop trying to file down every peculiar and glorious edge of the Restoration until the world finally finds you acceptable. It never will. And the wanting of its approval is the slow death of everything your people bled to preserve. I am thinking of the proclamation on the family, and of how many have quietly gone looking for a way around it. Some say it aloud now. Some march under the world's Pride banners and tell themselves it is only love. They have done the quiet arithmetic and concluded that if they give the world this one doctrine, the world will finally stop hating them, finally let them belong, finally call them good. It does not work that way. It has never once worked that way. Understand what the world actually hates, because it is not a single teaching about marriage that it cannot abide. It is the claim. It is the unbearable, scandalous claim that the keys of the priesthood were restored to the earth, that there is a prophet who speaks for God, that this and no other is the authorized house of the Lord. That is the offense. That is what it cannot forgive. You could surrender every doctrine the world finds distasteful, one after another, and you would not buy a single hour of peace, because the thing it objects to is not your position on this or that. It is that you claim to hold the authority of heaven, and it intends to see that claim humbled. The doctrine is only the doorway it is pushing on. The house is what it wants. Embrace the truth. Embrace the battle that has always come with it, because there has always been a battle, and there is one now. It is the oldest war there is, good against evil, light against the dark, and you were born onto its field whether you wished to be or not. You did not inherit a museum. You inherited a war, and a banner, and a people who never once surrendered it. You are a Mormon. The blood of the persecuted is in you, and the truth they died for is in your hands. You are not tourists. You are not spectators. You are the heirs of warriors, and the line they held is now yours to hold. So plant your feet on the ground they bled for. Lift the banner they would not drop.
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Your faith was forged in people who would rather be exterminated than assimilated. A soft version of it, eager to be liked and desperate to fit in, is not the thing they died to hand you. So stop striving to be liked. Stop angling to be loved by a world that drove your fathers into the snow. That world would think no better of the gospel today than it did in 1838. Stop trying to file down every peculiar and glorious edge of the Restoration until the world finally finds you acceptable. It never will. And the wanting of its approval is the slow death of everything your people bled to preserve. I am thinking of the proclamation on the family, and of how many have quietly gone looking for a way around it. Some say it aloud now. Some march under the world's Pride banners and tell themselves it is only love. They have done the quiet arithmetic and concluded that if they give the world this one doctrine, the world will finally stop hating them, finally let them belong, finally call them good. It does not work that way. It has never once worked that way. Understand what the world actually hates, because it is not a single teaching about marriage that it cannot abide. It is the claim. It is the unbearable, scandalous claim that the keys of the priesthood were restored to the earth, that there is a prophet who speaks for God, that this and no other is the authorized house of the Lord. That is the offense. That is what it cannot forgive. You could surrender every doctrine the world finds distasteful, one after another, and you would not buy a single hour of peace, because the thing it objects to is not your position on this or that. It is that you claim to hold the authority of heaven, and it intends to see that claim humbled. The doctrine is only the doorway it is pushing on. The house is what it wants. Embrace the truth. Embrace the battle that has always come with it, because there has always been a battle, and there is one now. It is the oldest war there is, good against evil, light against the dark, and you were born onto its field whether you wished to be or not. You did not inherit a museum. You inherited a war, and a banner, and a people who never once surrendered it. You are a Mormon. The blood of the persecuted is in you, and the truth they died for is in your hands. You are not tourists. You are not spectators. You are the heirs of warriors, and the line they held is now yours to hold. So plant your feet on the ground they bled for. Lift the banner they would not drop.

Kirk Rollins

30,483 views • 2 months ago

I've become a missionary with one message. Every time I meet a young person, the same words: have children, get married, build a family. I did not decide on this calling. It overtook me. And it overtook me for a single reason. I had no idea. I genuinely did not understand how much joy, how much meaning, how much sheer beauty pours out of a child until I was holding one of my own and felt the floor of my life drop into something deeper than I knew was there. I grew up white, affluent, secular, comfortable, and insulated. That world does not put babies in front of you. None of my friends were starting families. Out of my whole circle, almost no one has a big one. We were not formed by the presence of children. We were formed by their absence, by the strange quiet of homes built for two careers and no cradle. And a person believes what his world shows him. So we believed. What we believed was a lie. It is a lie with an author, and that the author is the enemy of joy himself. It is the gospel of the world, and its commandment is wait. Wait until you are older. Wait until the career is built and the savings are stacked and the twenties are properly spent. Enjoy your freedom. You are not ready. It does not arrive sounding like temptation. It arrives sounding like wisdom, like prudence, like the responsible thing, and that is exactly why it works. The most effective lies are the ones that wear the face of virtue. And the maddening thing is that it collapses from every angle at once. It is not rooted in biology, because the body is made for this work precisely in the years we are told to postpone it. The flesh keeps a calendar the culture pretends not to see. And it is not rooted in theology either. You will not find this deferral anywhere in the Christian imagination, in any of the fathers, in any of the scriptures. So choose whatever lens you like. Take the cold secular measure or the ancient sacred one. By either light the counsel is rotten. It is bad for the body and bad for the soul and bad for the society downstream of both. This is why I have come to see it as one of the central tragedies of my generation. Every age carries its own wound. The Great Depression was a depression of bread, a scarcity in the world of matter, hunger you could measure. Ours is a depression of a different order. It is a famine of the spirit in the middle of abundance. We have more than any people who ever lived and we are starving in a way our ancestors would not recognize, because the thing we are refusing cannot be bought and cannot be banked. The ones most made to give and receive this love are quietly declining it. They are walking away from the one inheritance that actually compounds, and the cruelest part is that they do not feel the loss as loss. You cannot grieve what you were taught not to want. That is the deepest cut of it. The lie does not only steal the thing. It steals the capacity to know the thing was stolen. A man can spend his whole life on the far side of a door he never knew was a door, mistaking the wall for the edge of the world. Because this beauty is not ordinary beauty. It is not the pleasure of a good meal or a clear morning. It is participation in something that comes down from above, the same generative love that spoke everything out of nothing and called it good. To make a person, to be undone and remade by loving that person more than your own life, is to be drawn for a moment inside the very act that holds the cosmos together. A child does not merely add to your life. A child reorders the soul. It teaches you what you are by asking everything of you, and you discover, kneeling there exhausted at three in the morning, that you had a capacity for self gift you never suspected, a depth in yourself you had no other way to reach. In the Gospel of John, on the last night, Jesus prays, these things I have spoken to you that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete. And I have come to understand why family is the road into that fullness, why it is not one path among many but the one most fitted to the shape of the promise. Consider who is praying. Christ does not come to us as a lone figure dropped out of the sky. He comes out of a family older than the world, the eternal communion of Father and Son, the love between them so total and so alive that theologians dared to call it a third person. Before there was anything, there was a family. The deepest fact about reality is not a force or a law or a void. It is a household. It is begetting and being begotten, giving and receiving, a Father who is only a Father because there is a Son. So when Jesus speaks of joy made complete, he is not pointing away from family toward something higher. He is pointing toward the very thing he came from, the life he has known from eternity and came to share. His joy is the joy of belonging utterly to a Father and pouring himself out for those he loves. When you marry, when you bring a child into the world, when you wear yourself down in the small unseen labors of a home, you are not stepping outside that divine life. You are stepping into a small image of it. Your family is a created echo of an uncreated one. The love you give your child rhymes with the love the Father has for the Son. The exhaustion, the tenderness, the way a parent would tear the sky open to protect a sleeping infant, all of it is the heavens pressed faintly into flesh, the eternal household leaving its fingerprint on yours. That is why the joy is not merely added to family but completed in it. We were made in the image of a God who is, at his very root, relation and gift and generation. To found a family is to do the most Godlike thing a creature can do, to participate from below in the begetting that God does from all eternity. Your home becomes a window. Through it, dimly and imperfectly, you glimpse the country you came from and are going to. And now a word for the young people reading this, the ones who do not yet have children. I want to tell you what it is like from where I stand. When I am out somewhere, a restaurant, anywhere, and a large family comes through the door, the noise and the chaos and the small bodies of them, something happens in me on two levels at once. The first is joy. A pure gladness at the sight, the way you feel watching something good and alive. But underneath it, almost in the same instant, a sadness reaches up and takes hold of my heart. Because I know now, at my age, after my own years of waiting, that I will never have that. I will never know the particular fruit of a family that large, the fullness of that table, the weight of all those lives gathered under one roof. The door to it has quietly closed, and I felt it close. And I am telling you plainly, because I love you and have no reason to lie to you: you will feel this too. You will. The day will come when you see what you passed up, and you will recognize the ache for what it is, and it will be too late to answer it. So please, learn from a man who got it wrong. Let my regret be worth something by becoming your wisdom. Do not wait yourself into a grief you cannot undo. Choose now, while the door is open, so that you may step into a joy that does not end.
8:26

I've become a missionary with one message. Every time I meet a young person, the same words: have children, get married, build a family. I did not decide on this calling. It overtook me. And it overtook me for a single reason. I had no idea. I genuinely did not understand how much joy, how much meaning, how much sheer beauty pours out of a child until I was holding one of my own and felt the floor of my life drop into something deeper than I knew was there. I grew up white, affluent, secular, comfortable, and insulated. That world does not put babies in front of you. None of my friends were starting families. Out of my whole circle, almost no one has a big one. We were not formed by the presence of children. We were formed by their absence, by the strange quiet of homes built for two careers and no cradle. And a person believes what his world shows him. So we believed. What we believed was a lie. It is a lie with an author, and that the author is the enemy of joy himself. It is the gospel of the world, and its commandment is wait. Wait until you are older. Wait until the career is built and the savings are stacked and the twenties are properly spent. Enjoy your freedom. You are not ready. It does not arrive sounding like temptation. It arrives sounding like wisdom, like prudence, like the responsible thing, and that is exactly why it works. The most effective lies are the ones that wear the face of virtue. And the maddening thing is that it collapses from every angle at once. It is not rooted in biology, because the body is made for this work precisely in the years we are told to postpone it. The flesh keeps a calendar the culture pretends not to see. And it is not rooted in theology either. You will not find this deferral anywhere in the Christian imagination, in any of the fathers, in any of the scriptures. So choose whatever lens you like. Take the cold secular measure or the ancient sacred one. By either light the counsel is rotten. It is bad for the body and bad for the soul and bad for the society downstream of both. This is why I have come to see it as one of the central tragedies of my generation. Every age carries its own wound. The Great Depression was a depression of bread, a scarcity in the world of matter, hunger you could measure. Ours is a depression of a different order. It is a famine of the spirit in the middle of abundance. We have more than any people who ever lived and we are starving in a way our ancestors would not recognize, because the thing we are refusing cannot be bought and cannot be banked. The ones most made to give and receive this love are quietly declining it. They are walking away from the one inheritance that actually compounds, and the cruelest part is that they do not feel the loss as loss. You cannot grieve what you were taught not to want. That is the deepest cut of it. The lie does not only steal the thing. It steals the capacity to know the thing was stolen. A man can spend his whole life on the far side of a door he never knew was a door, mistaking the wall for the edge of the world. Because this beauty is not ordinary beauty. It is not the pleasure of a good meal or a clear morning. It is participation in something that comes down from above, the same generative love that spoke everything out of nothing and called it good. To make a person, to be undone and remade by loving that person more than your own life, is to be drawn for a moment inside the very act that holds the cosmos together. A child does not merely add to your life. A child reorders the soul. It teaches you what you are by asking everything of you, and you discover, kneeling there exhausted at three in the morning, that you had a capacity for self gift you never suspected, a depth in yourself you had no other way to reach. In the Gospel of John, on the last night, Jesus prays, these things I have spoken to you that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete. And I have come to understand why family is the road into that fullness, why it is not one path among many but the one most fitted to the shape of the promise. Consider who is praying. Christ does not come to us as a lone figure dropped out of the sky. He comes out of a family older than the world, the eternal communion of Father and Son, the love between them so total and so alive that theologians dared to call it a third person. Before there was anything, there was a family. The deepest fact about reality is not a force or a law or a void. It is a household. It is begetting and being begotten, giving and receiving, a Father who is only a Father because there is a Son. So when Jesus speaks of joy made complete, he is not pointing away from family toward something higher. He is pointing toward the very thing he came from, the life he has known from eternity and came to share. His joy is the joy of belonging utterly to a Father and pouring himself out for those he loves. When you marry, when you bring a child into the world, when you wear yourself down in the small unseen labors of a home, you are not stepping outside that divine life. You are stepping into a small image of it. Your family is a created echo of an uncreated one. The love you give your child rhymes with the love the Father has for the Son. The exhaustion, the tenderness, the way a parent would tear the sky open to protect a sleeping infant, all of it is the heavens pressed faintly into flesh, the eternal household leaving its fingerprint on yours. That is why the joy is not merely added to family but completed in it. We were made in the image of a God who is, at his very root, relation and gift and generation. To found a family is to do the most Godlike thing a creature can do, to participate from below in the begetting that God does from all eternity. Your home becomes a window. Through it, dimly and imperfectly, you glimpse the country you came from and are going to. And now a word for the young people reading this, the ones who do not yet have children. I want to tell you what it is like from where I stand. When I am out somewhere, a restaurant, anywhere, and a large family comes through the door, the noise and the chaos and the small bodies of them, something happens in me on two levels at once. The first is joy. A pure gladness at the sight, the way you feel watching something good and alive. But underneath it, almost in the same instant, a sadness reaches up and takes hold of my heart. Because I know now, at my age, after my own years of waiting, that I will never have that. I will never know the particular fruit of a family that large, the fullness of that table, the weight of all those lives gathered under one roof. The door to it has quietly closed, and I felt it close. And I am telling you plainly, because I love you and have no reason to lie to you: you will feel this too. You will. The day will come when you see what you passed up, and you will recognize the ache for what it is, and it will be too late to answer it. So please, learn from a man who got it wrong. Let my regret be worth something by becoming your wisdom. Do not wait yourself into a grief you cannot undo. Choose now, while the door is open, so that you may step into a joy that does not end.

Kirk Rollins

78,104 views • 3 months ago

Anybody can get a pump. I can get one in my living room in four minutes with no equipment whatsoever. Twenty press-ups. A band I found in a drawer. Fifty bodyweight squats. Waving my arms about for ninety seconds. A set of thirty on anything, nowhere near failure, rested short enough to keep the blood where I put it. None of that is hard. None of that is a decision. The pump arrives whether you meant it or not, which is precisely why it cannot be evidence of anything. And it lives in the eight to twelve range, because that is where the weight is never frightening. You can chase a sensation all afternoon in there. Nothing you pick up is ever going to look back at you. Now go and get under something that might beat you. There is no hiding on a heavy set of five. You cannot half-do it. You cannot drift through it thinking about your afternoon. The weight either moves or it sits there in front of everybody. That is why eight to twelve has survived fifty years of scrutiny it never earned. It is the widest band of weight you can lift while remaining completely unaccountable. Heavy enough to feel like effort. Light enough that nothing is ever on the line. A rep range you can occupy for a decade without once finding out what you are capable of, and leave every session swollen, sweating and entirely convinced. Heavy training keeps a record. That is the objection to it, and nobody will ever say so out loud. Take a set of five to within a rep of failure and you will find out exactly what you are worth, in kilos, before you leave the building. Most people would rather not.
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Anybody can get a pump. I can get one in my living room in four minutes with no equipment whatsoever. Twenty press-ups. A band I found in a drawer. Fifty bodyweight squats. Waving my arms about for ninety seconds. A set of thirty on anything, nowhere near failure, rested short enough to keep the blood where I put it. None of that is hard. None of that is a decision. The pump arrives whether you meant it or not, which is precisely why it cannot be evidence of anything. And it lives in the eight to twelve range, because that is where the weight is never frightening. You can chase a sensation all afternoon in there. Nothing you pick up is ever going to look back at you. Now go and get under something that might beat you. There is no hiding on a heavy set of five. You cannot half-do it. You cannot drift through it thinking about your afternoon. The weight either moves or it sits there in front of everybody. That is why eight to twelve has survived fifty years of scrutiny it never earned. It is the widest band of weight you can lift while remaining completely unaccountable. Heavy enough to feel like effort. Light enough that nothing is ever on the line. A rep range you can occupy for a decade without once finding out what you are capable of, and leave every session swollen, sweating and entirely convinced. Heavy training keeps a record. That is the objection to it, and nobody will ever say so out loud. Take a set of five to within a rep of failure and you will find out exactly what you are worth, in kilos, before you leave the building. Most people would rather not.

Sama Hoole

13,049 views • 26 days ago

AI is not trying to teach you. It is not trying to tell you the truth. It is trying to trick you. ChatGPT takes everything on the internet. Finds the most popular answer. And presents it in a way that makes you think it is talking directly to you. It is a magic trick. The same magic trick that worked in 1966 when MIT created a chatbot that said two things: "Tell me more." "This is interesting." And people genuinely believed they were talking to a human. Nothing has changed. The technology is bigger. The trick is the same. AI does not know what it is saying. It cannot judge what it is saying. It is just trying to keep you engaged. That is all it has ever been.
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AI is not trying to teach you. It is not trying to tell you the truth. It is trying to trick you. ChatGPT takes everything on the internet. Finds the most popular answer. And presents it in a way that makes you think it is talking directly to you. It is a magic trick. The same magic trick that worked in 1966 when MIT created a chatbot that said two things: "Tell me more." "This is interesting." And people genuinely believed they were talking to a human. Nothing has changed. The technology is bigger. The trick is the same. AI does not know what it is saying. It cannot judge what it is saying. It is just trying to keep you engaged. That is all it has ever been.

Predictive History

19,864 views • 3 months ago

You cannot not participate in fashion. This is truly 100% true. I remember talking to somebody about fashion who isn't into fashion and them mention how much they don't really care about what they wear and question why you should care. And all that was spiraling in my head was wondering what made that person choose that color shirt that day or those jeans that day. Because even without caring, there is always reason in a decision. And that still has somewhat of a care to it. So no matter how much you feel like you don't care about fashion, the decision you made in even choosing to be comfortable in a certain way and whatever you chose to wear is still a way of caring about fashion.
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You cannot not participate in fashion. This is truly 100% true. I remember talking to somebody about fashion who isn't into fashion and them mention how much they don't really care about what they wear and question why you should care. And all that was spiraling in my head was wondering what made that person choose that color shirt that day or those jeans that day. Because even without caring, there is always reason in a decision. And that still has somewhat of a care to it. So no matter how much you feel like you don't care about fashion, the decision you made in even choosing to be comfortable in a certain way and whatever you chose to wear is still a way of caring about fashion.

garçon

181,972 views • 8 months ago

You can never enlarge your penis. Yep. I have said it. There is no way that you can enlarge your manhood as a man. The only reason you think you have a small penis is because you are so used to watching porn. Now you are suffering from inferiority complex. The same way you cannot enlarge your hand, your fingers, your leg, or your head is the same way you cannot enlarge your manhood. You are so used to watching other men have sex. You are so used to watching other men's penises to a point where you now believe that yours is small. Okay. You want a big one. So what? The fact of the matter is this: No amount of penis can ever fill up a vagina. It just cannot. It is impossible. So what you are chasing here is a bottomless pit. You are going to die trying. What you need to do is simple. 1. Stop watching porn. 2. Go on semen retention. 3. Get your as in the gym. 4. Start lifting weights. 5. Start fasting. 6. Eat cleaner meals. 7. Go to bed early. 8. Repeat. Day in. Day out. These mindsets that people have these days are exhausting to listen to at times. Take it from me. You cannot do it.
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You can never enlarge your penis. Yep. I have said it. There is no way that you can enlarge your manhood as a man. The only reason you think you have a small penis is because you are so used to watching porn. Now you are suffering from inferiority complex. The same way you cannot enlarge your hand, your fingers, your leg, or your head is the same way you cannot enlarge your manhood. You are so used to watching other men have sex. You are so used to watching other men's penises to a point where you now believe that yours is small. Okay. You want a big one. So what? The fact of the matter is this: No amount of penis can ever fill up a vagina. It just cannot. It is impossible. So what you are chasing here is a bottomless pit. You are going to die trying. What you need to do is simple. 1. Stop watching porn. 2. Go on semen retention. 3. Get your as in the gym. 4. Start lifting weights. 5. Start fasting. 6. Eat cleaner meals. 7. Go to bed early. 8. Repeat. Day in. Day out. These mindsets that people have these days are exhausting to listen to at times. Take it from me. You cannot do it.

Franc: Day 1/30

40,337 views • 3 days ago

I am not a fan of Tucker Carlson. He is full of crap when he says the USA will not defend Taiwan if China invades, and that Israel has little to do with what is going on in the Middle East. This interview is still the best one out there, not because of Tucker, but because of the statement Gregory K Bovino makes right here. Most people will not watch it, or even listen to Greg Bovino, because they hate Tucker so much. I get it, but that is sad. You need to hear what Bovino says here, even if you will not sit through the whole interview. You simply cannot MAGA without deporting every single illegal alien in this country. These people do not share your values. They do not care about your history. Bovino is absolutely right that the 1A and 2A you hold dear will be gone if we do not deport every single one of them. If you do not agree, you are not MAGA. End of story.
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I am not a fan of Tucker Carlson. He is full of crap when he says the USA will not defend Taiwan if China invades, and that Israel has little to do with what is going on in the Middle East. This interview is still the best one out there, not because of Tucker, but because of the statement Gregory K Bovino makes right here. Most people will not watch it, or even listen to Greg Bovino, because they hate Tucker so much. I get it, but that is sad. You need to hear what Bovino says here, even if you will not sit through the whole interview. You simply cannot MAGA without deporting every single illegal alien in this country. These people do not share your values. They do not care about your history. Bovino is absolutely right that the 1A and 2A you hold dear will be gone if we do not deport every single one of them. If you do not agree, you are not MAGA. End of story.

Kim "Katie" USA

50,548 views • 13 days ago

My mormons, "You are not a member of an organization. You are a member of a people, and you forget the difference at your peril. An organization has employees and customers and a mission statement. A people has martyrs. A people has graves it can point to, ground soaked with its own blood, stories that begin with "your fathers" and mean it. The world will tell you that Mormonism is a religion you happen to hold, a set of beliefs you could set down tomorrow and remain exactly who you are. The world is lying. You cannot separate the faith from the people who bled for it, because they were never two things. The pioneer past is not the backstory of Mormonism. It is the body of it. Carthage is not history you learn. It is inheritance you carry. The handcart companies are not an episode in a manual. They are your dead, your line, your tribe, and the covenant that binds you to God binds you just as surely to them. This is the thing the modern Saint has forgotten, and the forgetting is a kind of orphaning. We speak of "the pioneers" as though they were someone else's ancestors, figures in a diorama, a heritage month. They are not someone else's. Whether your blood crossed the plains or your baptism grafted you into the vine last spring, they are yours now, fully yours, because that is what it means to be sealed into a covenant people: their story becomes your story, their martyrs become your martyrs, their dead become your dead. The convert from Manila and the seventh-generation rancher from Cache Valley stand in the same line, heirs of the same graves. Joseph and Hyrum did not die for an institution. They died for a people that did not fully exist yet, a people they could see only by faith, and you are that people. Their blood is in your spiritual veins. When you take the sacrament, you take it as one of them. When you enter the temple, you enter on ground their sacrifice purchased. You cannot claim the gospel and disown the tribe that carried it, because the gospel came to you inside that tribe, wrapped in its stories, paid for with its suffering, handed down grave by grave until it reached your hands. And a people who know they are a people cannot be broken the way scattered individuals can. This is why the world works so hard to convince you that your faith is private, personal, just one option in the marketplace of beliefs. A lone believer can be picked off, worn down, embarrassed out of his convictions one awkward conversation at a time. A member of a tribe with martyrs cannot, because he does not stand alone, and he knows it. He stands in a line that runs back through the valley and the plains and the frozen rivers to a jail in Illinois, and the line stands in him. So claim your people. Say "my martyrs" and mean it. Say "my dead" and feel the weight of it. Take your children to the graves of the pioneers and teach them that these are not strangers, these are ours, this is who we are and what we came from and what it cost. Because the day you understand that you belong to a people, the mockery of the world loses its power over you entirely. They are laughing at your tribe. And your tribe buried its children in the snow and kept walking, and outlasted every mob and every extermination order and every laughing generation since. You come from the unbreakable."
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My mormons, "You are not a member of an organization. You are a member of a people, and you forget the difference at your peril. An organization has employees and customers and a mission statement. A people has martyrs. A people has graves it can point to, ground soaked with its own blood, stories that begin with "your fathers" and mean it. The world will tell you that Mormonism is a religion you happen to hold, a set of beliefs you could set down tomorrow and remain exactly who you are. The world is lying. You cannot separate the faith from the people who bled for it, because they were never two things. The pioneer past is not the backstory of Mormonism. It is the body of it. Carthage is not history you learn. It is inheritance you carry. The handcart companies are not an episode in a manual. They are your dead, your line, your tribe, and the covenant that binds you to God binds you just as surely to them. This is the thing the modern Saint has forgotten, and the forgetting is a kind of orphaning. We speak of "the pioneers" as though they were someone else's ancestors, figures in a diorama, a heritage month. They are not someone else's. Whether your blood crossed the plains or your baptism grafted you into the vine last spring, they are yours now, fully yours, because that is what it means to be sealed into a covenant people: their story becomes your story, their martyrs become your martyrs, their dead become your dead. The convert from Manila and the seventh-generation rancher from Cache Valley stand in the same line, heirs of the same graves. Joseph and Hyrum did not die for an institution. They died for a people that did not fully exist yet, a people they could see only by faith, and you are that people. Their blood is in your spiritual veins. When you take the sacrament, you take it as one of them. When you enter the temple, you enter on ground their sacrifice purchased. You cannot claim the gospel and disown the tribe that carried it, because the gospel came to you inside that tribe, wrapped in its stories, paid for with its suffering, handed down grave by grave until it reached your hands. And a people who know they are a people cannot be broken the way scattered individuals can. This is why the world works so hard to convince you that your faith is private, personal, just one option in the marketplace of beliefs. A lone believer can be picked off, worn down, embarrassed out of his convictions one awkward conversation at a time. A member of a tribe with martyrs cannot, because he does not stand alone, and he knows it. He stands in a line that runs back through the valley and the plains and the frozen rivers to a jail in Illinois, and the line stands in him. So claim your people. Say "my martyrs" and mean it. Say "my dead" and feel the weight of it. Take your children to the graves of the pioneers and teach them that these are not strangers, these are ours, this is who we are and what we came from and what it cost. Because the day you understand that you belong to a people, the mockery of the world loses its power over you entirely. They are laughing at your tribe. And your tribe buried its children in the snow and kept walking, and outlasted every mob and every extermination order and every laughing generation since. You come from the unbreakable."

Kirk Rollins

52,733 views • 1 month ago

“If you don't eat or consume sugar, your body is going to make it anyway. That is through like, gluconeogenesis. If you starve yourself and you just eat protein and fat, like a keto diet or a carnivore diet or whatever, your body is going to take that protein and fat and twist it through a long series of chemical processes to turn it back into glucose. Because you need glucose. Whether you eat it or not, your body is going to make it” Down To Health
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“If you don't eat or consume sugar, your body is going to make it anyway. That is through like, gluconeogenesis. If you starve yourself and you just eat protein and fat, like a keto diet or a carnivore diet or whatever, your body is going to take that protein and fat and twist it through a long series of chemical processes to turn it back into glucose. Because you need glucose. Whether you eat it or not, your body is going to make it” Down To Health

Jamal Dinkoui

477,003 views • 6 months ago

They envy you not because you shine loudly... but because your presence exposes what they have buried. The empath does not compete, dominate and or announce power. And that is precisely why resentment awakens in those around them. You reflect without intention the parts of others that never matured. The feelings they exiled to survive. In your calm attention, their inner poverty becomes visible. "What they call love is often a contract of unconscious hunger. They draw near not to know you but to drink from your depth." They approach to borrow your emotional coherence to regulate a psyche that cannot stand alone. Yet the moment they sense that you are not emptying yourself, that you remain inwardly whole, something turns. Admiration turns sour and affection becomes irritation. Care becomes subtle sabotage. In the shadow, envy is grief for a self they never integrated. Your empathy awakens this grief because you embody what they learned to renounce: sensitivity without collapse, warmth without submission, presence without self-betrayal. "To the undeveloped psyche, this feels intolerably unfair." So they praise you while resenting you. They cling while quietly wishing to diminish you. Not because you harm them, but because your being contradicts their inner compromise. You remind them, without words, of a life unlived. "Their envy is not a verdict on you." It is a signal of unfinished individuation. Do not explain yourself to it. Do not soften your boundaries to soothe it. The empath's task is to remain aligned with the self, even when that alignment makes others uncomfortable. "When love cannot tolerate your wholeness, it was never love. It was dependence wearing a mask." Jung's framework asks us to understand that the people who diminish empaths are not villains. They are unfinished. The shadow they project onto you is a map of their own unmet interior. And the only response that serves both you and them is the one they resist most: remain whole anyway.
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They envy you not because you shine loudly... but because your presence exposes what they have buried. The empath does not compete, dominate and or announce power. And that is precisely why resentment awakens in those around them. You reflect without intention the parts of others that never matured. The feelings they exiled to survive. In your calm attention, their inner poverty becomes visible. "What they call love is often a contract of unconscious hunger. They draw near not to know you but to drink from your depth." They approach to borrow your emotional coherence to regulate a psyche that cannot stand alone. Yet the moment they sense that you are not emptying yourself, that you remain inwardly whole, something turns. Admiration turns sour and affection becomes irritation. Care becomes subtle sabotage. In the shadow, envy is grief for a self they never integrated. Your empathy awakens this grief because you embody what they learned to renounce: sensitivity without collapse, warmth without submission, presence without self-betrayal. "To the undeveloped psyche, this feels intolerably unfair." So they praise you while resenting you. They cling while quietly wishing to diminish you. Not because you harm them, but because your being contradicts their inner compromise. You remind them, without words, of a life unlived. "Their envy is not a verdict on you." It is a signal of unfinished individuation. Do not explain yourself to it. Do not soften your boundaries to soothe it. The empath's task is to remain aligned with the self, even when that alignment makes others uncomfortable. "When love cannot tolerate your wholeness, it was never love. It was dependence wearing a mask." Jung's framework asks us to understand that the people who diminish empaths are not villains. They are unfinished. The shadow they project onto you is a map of their own unmet interior. And the only response that serves both you and them is the one they resist most: remain whole anyway.

Kevin Tanaka

43,632 views • 6 months ago

Elon Musk was asked what happens to people when the machines no longer need them. He didn’t soften it. Musk: “There will be fewer and fewer jobs that a robot cannot do better. These are not things I wish would happen. They probably will.” Sit with that second sentence. He is not celebrating. He is not selling a vision. He is telling you what he believes is inevitable and admitting he wishes it weren’t. That is not optimism. That is a confession. Most people are still arguing over whether this is real. Whether it’s their job or someone else’s. Whether the timeline is years away or decades. Musk isn’t arguing. He resolved it. And it bothers him. Musk: “I think ultimately we will have to have some kind of universal basic income. I don’t think we’re going to have a choice.” Not a political position. Not a utopian proposal. A concession. We are building something so capable that human labor stops being a required input to the economy. The machine does not need rest. It does not need a salary. It does not call in sick. It does not ask for a raise. And it improves every single month. The jobs that feel safe right now are not safe because they are irreplaceable. They feel safe because the technology hasn’t fully arrived yet. It’s arriving. Musk: “How do people then have meaning? If there’s not a need for your labor, what’s the meaning? Do you feel useless?” He said that is the harder problem. Not the economics. Not the policy. Not how you fund UBI or make it hold. The harder problem is what happens to a person who built their entire identity around being needed. That is most people. You were trained from childhood to believe your value is what you produce. That your worth is what you earn. That rest is something you survive the week to reach, not something you deserve simply by existing. When the machine removes the need for your labor, that belief does not update. It breaks. The people least prepared for that moment are the ones who worked the hardest. The ones who took the most pride in being indispensable. The ones who made work the whole answer. Losing the job is survivable. Losing the reason to get up is not. That is what Musk is actually asking. Not how do we pay people. How do we build a world where people still feel like they matter when the economy no longer needs them. Nobody in power is seriously working on that answer. The machine didn’t wait.
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Elon Musk was asked what happens to people when the machines no longer need them. He didn’t soften it. Musk: “There will be fewer and fewer jobs that a robot cannot do better. These are not things I wish would happen. They probably will.” Sit with that second sentence. He is not celebrating. He is not selling a vision. He is telling you what he believes is inevitable and admitting he wishes it weren’t. That is not optimism. That is a confession. Most people are still arguing over whether this is real. Whether it’s their job or someone else’s. Whether the timeline is years away or decades. Musk isn’t arguing. He resolved it. And it bothers him. Musk: “I think ultimately we will have to have some kind of universal basic income. I don’t think we’re going to have a choice.” Not a political position. Not a utopian proposal. A concession. We are building something so capable that human labor stops being a required input to the economy. The machine does not need rest. It does not need a salary. It does not call in sick. It does not ask for a raise. And it improves every single month. The jobs that feel safe right now are not safe because they are irreplaceable. They feel safe because the technology hasn’t fully arrived yet. It’s arriving. Musk: “How do people then have meaning? If there’s not a need for your labor, what’s the meaning? Do you feel useless?” He said that is the harder problem. Not the economics. Not the policy. Not how you fund UBI or make it hold. The harder problem is what happens to a person who built their entire identity around being needed. That is most people. You were trained from childhood to believe your value is what you produce. That your worth is what you earn. That rest is something you survive the week to reach, not something you deserve simply by existing. When the machine removes the need for your labor, that belief does not update. It breaks. The people least prepared for that moment are the ones who worked the hardest. The ones who took the most pride in being indispensable. The ones who made work the whole answer. Losing the job is survivable. Losing the reason to get up is not. That is what Musk is actually asking. Not how do we pay people. How do we build a world where people still feel like they matter when the economy no longer needs them. Nobody in power is seriously working on that answer. The machine didn’t wait.

Dustin

247,138 views • 5 months ago

Michigan resident exposes the truth about the Muslim takeover “I was raised 10 minutes from Dearborn. I spent a lot of time in Dearborn — I've seen friends of mine get spit on for not covering their hair and their face. You will not pass a building that is not written in Arabic. You cannot read anything. It's like being in a third-world country.” “What you are hearing is absolutely true — I will tell you that a woman cannot walk down the street in East Dearborn and not get harassed in some way or even spit on” “Another thing, I remember growing up, after 9/11, driving down the street, actually on Warren Avenue in Dearborn and everyone, all of these Muslims lined up on the street cheering and screaming, beeping their horns. They were, they were celebrating it, and that is exactly what they were doing. So yes, what you're hearing about Dearborn is absolutely true. Yes, it is.”
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Michigan resident exposes the truth about the Muslim takeover “I was raised 10 minutes from Dearborn. I spent a lot of time in Dearborn — I've seen friends of mine get spit on for not covering their hair and their face. You will not pass a building that is not written in Arabic. You cannot read anything. It's like being in a third-world country.” “What you are hearing is absolutely true — I will tell you that a woman cannot walk down the street in East Dearborn and not get harassed in some way or even spit on” “Another thing, I remember growing up, after 9/11, driving down the street, actually on Warren Avenue in Dearborn and everyone, all of these Muslims lined up on the street cheering and screaming, beeping their horns. They were, they were celebrating it, and that is exactly what they were doing. So yes, what you're hearing about Dearborn is absolutely true. Yes, it is.”

Wall Street Apes

2,718,467 views • 11 months ago

They measured my clothes. But they miscalculated my capacity. Because that is what judgment often does - it looks at the surface, it reduces the whole to the part, and it seeks to confine what it cannot comprehend. Caring for your body, your mind, and your spirit does not make you less capable. It makes you more whole. So when you see me today, speaking of beauty, of fashion, of nutrition, and of wellness, please understand - This is not reinvention. This is revelation. And revelation is not mine alone. It is a journey we will walk together.
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They measured my clothes. But they miscalculated my capacity. Because that is what judgment often does - it looks at the surface, it reduces the whole to the part, and it seeks to confine what it cannot comprehend. Caring for your body, your mind, and your spirit does not make you less capable. It makes you more whole. So when you see me today, speaking of beauty, of fashion, of nutrition, and of wellness, please understand - This is not reinvention. This is revelation. And revelation is not mine alone. It is a journey we will walk together.

Lisa Hanna™️

20,452 views • 1 year ago