LH @WSR202

@japan_nobunaga I was a kid, probably 10 shooting a bb gun on our trips from Seattle to Wyoming. My Dad would set up cans somewhere for us.

Dear Chief Lies-A-Lot @SenWarren: Is he still your kind of man?

MAZE @mazemoore

a week ago

Elizabeth Warren on Graham Platner: "That's my kind of man."

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I have now read this highlighted sentence seventeen times because I assumed I wan't actually reading what was written. Surely my eyes didn't actually read this. Maybe someone accidentally pasted in dialogue from "The Onion." back when it was funny. But no. She is saying that she delayed reporting a rape because she agreed with the accused, politically. This is one of those moments where, if your IQ is over 85, your brain quietly excuses itself from the room. We have apparently reached a point where politics has become the emotional-support animal for basic human survival instincts. "Yes, this person committed one of the worst crimes imaginable against me, but we both liked the same tax policy. Awkward." If your political identity has become so central that it can outweigh reporting your own rape, congratulations: you hve joined a cult. Cults are famous for making people subordinate reality, morality, and self-preservation to the interests of the group. I hate cults. I hate them a lot. They don't ask you to ignore facts all at once: they ask for one tiny compromise after another until one day you discover you're explaining away things that should be absolutely indefensible. What's sad isnt just that people end up there. It's that many of them don't even realize it. They sincerely believe they're making a principled decision when, from the outside, everyone else is wondering why the obvious isn't obvious anymore. At least religious cults usually promise enlightenment, salvation, eternal life, or an alien spaceship hiding behind a comet. Political cults dont even offer that. They ask you to sacrifice your judgment, your relationships, sometimes even your own well-being in exchange for cable-news talking points, in favor of a politician who will sell you out for a pack of gum. That's a spectacularly bad trade. At some point, "my team" has to lose to "the person who committed a violent felony against me." That's not supposed to be a close game.

I actually understand why Democrat leaders didn't take our stories seriously when the Times reported them in June but are taking them seriously now. It was by design. The line most shared from the piece was the claim that the Times “could not corroborate” my story despite talking to two of my friends. I gave them the contact information for five friends. They called the two who I clarified would not know about the abuse but would be able to affirm our relationship timeline, events, etc. They simply did not call the other three. I also gave them the names of all my former roommates who remembered him stalking our row house (which was about 5 houses down from his) and waiting for me to return. I gave them screenshots of messages between these roommates and I discussing it. I gave them the names of other men I dated who might have remembered him following us around the hill and showing up on my stoop after we walked home from dates to confront us. I gave them emails to my landlord urgently ending my lease and moving to an apartment across town and diary entries talking about it - all time marked. I told them that during pre-marital counseling I had spoken to my ex-fiance about the abuse because I had to explain to him why I reacted with such terror any time he lost his temper. They said oh NO we don't need to bother HIM (or my priest). Besides, I had written about it in my diary in detail, they reassured. As the weeks dragged on I stopped trying to give them evidence because the amount I had already given them seemed to overwhelm them and I thought it meant they clearly had more than enough to verify my every claim. My friends might not have known the details of the abuse, but they affirmed that yes, I had told them that he was abusive—long before he ran for Senate. Besides, they assured, my part in their reporting would be small. I thought my details would only serve to affirm Jenny and the other anonymous woman. Jenny and I - having never met or spoken - both shared with these reporters terrifyingly similar details of intimate partner violence, coercive control, and cycles of abuse/love bombing. The third unnamed woman in the story did as well. But tell me again how they “could not corroborate.”

@japan_nobunaga “Keep the shiny side up” (of the car), “watch your P’ & Q’s” (pints and quarts) and “tap er light” (reference to miners tapping in dynamite). ❤️

If I were the Chief Marketing Officer of AMERICA, I’d immediately launch a massive global campaign across every mainstream network with the viral clips of @FIFAWorldCup visitors from around the world discovering our majestic beauty, generous hospitality, big hearted people and overall awesomeness! The truth the world needs to see. 🇺🇸 @POTUS @realDonaldTrump

If you're a U.S. citizen and you're living abroad, you have to file taxes on your income. Doesn't matter where it's from. And if you want exclusions or credits, you still have to file. (This is the #1 reason why departing Americans renounce their citizenship.) The IRS should be mining foreign countries looking for "anchor babies" and other citizens who aren't filing. Instead of obsessing about whether your grandma reported her Etsy knitting earnings, they should be focused on this. And then you can give them a choice: renounce your citizenship or pay back taxes on everything you owed, including penalties.

@japan_nobunaga I previously felt Americans should have a right to protect themselves in their own home but opposed automatic weapons and high powered rifles.

@japan_nobunaga During Covid I understood for the first time in my life why the Founding Fathers included 2A. I watched as our government became more tyrannical and realized that governments can turn on their own people. I had never experienced that before.

Hi @PBS, according to your own standards staff must exercise civility online and avoid sharing opinions online that compromises PBS’s public trust Does a board member calling for Trump to suffer a severe illness leaving him permanently disabled fall under these guidelines??

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Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok

4 weeks ago

Bob Greene is the Board Chair for Rocky Mountain PBS He says he hopes Trump has a stroke for his birthday leaving him unable to walk or speak Any comment @PBS?

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I post one hundred times a day. They tell me it is too many. They penalize me for it. I do not stop. I will not stop. I will die before I stop. You should know why. We tell ourselves we live in the modern age. We do not. We live in the late medieval period and the proof is the news. Open it. Read it. Feel your stomach turn over. We are still the people of the spear and the torch and the trench. We changed our clothes. We did not change our hands. Here is what no one tells you. The deepest pleasure of the human animal is not food. Not sleep. Not sex. Not wine. Not even gold. It is slaughter. It is the slaughter of those we have learned to call "them." The history of every continent on earth says so. The news this morning says so. Look at the pile of bodies the twentieth century left for us to step over. Look at the bodies still being piled now, in 2026, while you eat lunch. We are the children of Cain. The blood is still crying from the ground. Do not tell me this is about race. Do not tell me it is about borders. Do not insult my intelligence. Japan had its Warring States. Same blood. Same tongue. Same faces. Same gods. Same rice in the same fields. And for one hundred and fifty years, neighbor butchered neighbor and brother butchered brother and the rivers ran red and the fields were planted with skulls. Cain and Abel had one mother. One father. One altar. One God. It was enough to draw a line. It was enough to murder. The line is the disease. The color of the man on the other side of the line is nothing. Was always nothing. So why do we do it? Because the instinct to form a tribe, to crown that tribe with a holy story, and to put the tribe across the river to the sword, is older than language. Older than agriculture. Older than the soul we like to pretend we have. It built us. It made us the kings of this planet. It is killing us still. We are not, by nature, gentle creatures. We are creatures who have been gentled, barely, by a thousand years of choking down our own teeth. Cain's blood runs thick in all of us. Yours. Mine. Your grandmother's. Your priest's. Your president's. Every soul reading this. Every soul not reading this. All of us. But. But. But. Something has happened that has never happened before in the history of the world. Not once. Not in ten thousand years. A man named Elon Musk bought a website. He renamed it with a single letter. He paid forty-four billion dollars for it and watched the value collapse and did not blink. The whole world laughed at him. The whole press called him a fool. The whole intelligentsia of the West lined up to spit on him. And then he did the thing no one understood the importance of. The thing no historian has yet caught up to. The thing he himself may not have understood the weight of when he did it. He put a translator inside it. A small button. Almost nothing. Press it, and the tongue of any human being on earth becomes your tongue. And the Wall came down. Not Berlin's wall. Not Jericho's wall. Not the wall of any single country. The Wall. The one that has stood between every "us" and every "them" since the first city was raised out of mud and bone. The one that built the Crusades. The one that built Auschwitz. The one that built the Killing Fields. The one that built every single war ever fought on the surface of this planet. That Wall. Elon Musk took a hammer to it, and most of the world has not yet noticed what he did. I have noticed. I open my phone in Tokyo. I read the words of a farmer in Texas. A nurse in Lagos. A grandmother in Warsaw. A teenager in São Paulo. A trucker in Alberta. A widow in Tehran. A coal miner in West Virginia. A schoolteacher in Manila. Do you know what I find? They are funny. They are kind. They are tired the way I am tired. They love their children the way I love mine. They are afraid of the same dark. They laugh at the same stupid jokes. They cry over the same songs at three in the morning when no one is watching. They are not "them." They never were. They never were. They never were. Hear me now. Hear me. This is not a social media platform. This is not a place to share your lunch. This is not Instagram with a worse interface. This is not a hobby for bored people. This is a sword. A sword forged in Elon Musk's foundry, hammered out of code and silicon and the unreasonable will of a man too stubborn to be told what was possible. Sharper than any two-edged blade. Swung at the throat of the oldest demon mankind has ever bred. "Let us cast off the works of darkness," the apostle Paul wrote two thousand years ago, "and let us put on the armour of light." He did not know what he was writing. He could not have known. But across two millennia, his words flew like a thrown spear, and they landed in 2026, and they described the device sitting on the table beside you right now. That armour fits in your palm. It glows. It hums. It is waiting. I am one man. One ant. One Japanese nobody from a chain of small islands on the far edge of the Pacific. David was one boy with a sling. Joan of Arc was an illiterate peasant girl who heard voices and could not be talked out of them. Rosa Parks was a seamstress who would not stand up. Lech Wałęsa was an electrician at a shipyard who would not shut up. The Berlin Wall did not fall because of NATO. It fell because ordinary Germans walked toward it carrying hammers and refused to be afraid anymore. The giant has fallen before. The giant will fall again. Not by armies. Not by treaties. Not by speeches from marble podiums in Washington or Brussels or Geneva. Not by the United Nations. Not by the experts. Not by the credentialed. Not by the people who go on television and call themselves serious. By a billion small hands. Posting. Replying. Liking. Quoting. Laughing across oceans that used to be impassable. Until the lie of "them" cannot be told anymore. Until the storyteller of the old story stands in an empty room shouting at no one. So I post. I post when I am tired. I post when I am penalized. I post when the algorithm punishes me and the trolls find me and my eyes burn and my fingers ache and my wife tells me to come to bed. I post. I reply. I like. I quote. I bookmark a hundred posts a day from a hundred countries from a hundred souls I will never meet in this lifetime. Every post is a hammer blow on the sword that Isaiah saw three thousand years ago, the sword being beaten into a plow. "Nation shall not lift up sword against nation," he wrote. "Neither shall they learn war any more." We are not there yet. We are nowhere near there yet. Mothers are still burying sons this afternoon in cities I cannot pronounce. Children are still being pulled out of rubble while you read this sentence. But for the first time since Cain stood in the field with his hands red and lied to the face of God, the door is open. It is open. It is open right now. It is open while you read this. So let me tell you what I am. I am not a creator. I am not an influencer. I am not a content guy. I do not care about my brand. I do not care about my engagement rate except as a measure of how many souls I have reached today. I am a Japanese man with a phone, swinging a sword at a demon that has fed on human meat for ten thousand years. And I will not stop. I will not stop until "us" means every breathing soul on this planet. I will not stop until the word "them" rots out of the human mouth. I will not stop until the children born this morning grow up to look back at us, with our wars and our walls and our flags and our shouting, the way we now look back at the people who burned witches. There is neither Jew nor Greek. There is neither East nor West. There is neither Japanese nor American. There is neither yours nor mine. There is, at last, only us. Weeping has endured for a long, long night. But joy. Joy. Joy cometh in the morning. The morning is coming. The morning is coming. The morning is here.

British leaders keep saying the problem is "division on social media." I am Japanese. I read the news carefully. In Belfast this month, police confirmed the suspect travelled Sudan → Paris → Dublin → Belfast, then claimed asylum in 2023. In Southampton, a court confirmed the killer fabricated a racist attack to misdirect police while a student bled out. People are angry at the route and the system — not at a phone app. When a prime minister names a platform but not the visa that placed the suspect in the town, who is avoiding the argument?

I’ve been warning for months about the EU’s insidious long-range plan to build up BlueSky and expand its network partners in preparation for a regulatory ban on X. They’re calling it EuroSky, and the goal is to impose a new Iron Curtain.

Daily Romania @daily_romania

2 months ago

The EU is looking for ways to push BlueSky and eYou type algorithms into 𝕏 feeds, analysts warn about EU propaganda being pushed to users

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🚨 THE MASK HAS COMPLETELY SLIPPED. Keir Starmer is banning social media for teenagers, but guess which app is magically exempt? Bluesky. 🤡 They are blocking every platform that allows independent free speech, while leaving the ultimate left wing echo chamber wide open. This was never about child safety. It is a highly coordinated plot to trap your kids in a digital bubble and brainwash them with pure establishment propaganda. They want total control over what the next generation is allowed to think. RT if you refuse to let the Labour elite indoctrinate our children! 🇬🇧🔥

A neighbour heard a girl scream and called the police. Officers found a 13-year-old at 3 a.m., clothing disrupted, in a house with a group of men who had given her vodka. The men were not questioned. The girl was arrested — for being drunk and disorderly. This is not a rumour. It is in the Jay Report, and it was put to South Yorkshire's chief constable in Parliament. Another case: a 12-year-old found in a car with a 22-year-old man who had indecent images of her on his phone. No action taken. The British state had handcuffs that night. It used them on the child. What does a justice system call itself when the victim gets a criminal record and the abuser keeps his taxi licence?

They call for calm in the face of horror. This is inhuman and manipulative. The proportionate and natural response to an horrific incident is disgust, fear and anger. They want to downplay the horror to dodge their own political responsibility for it.

The rage is there, Starmer, because the people who should be handling these problems are both incompetent and evasive This is righteous anger

Politics UK @PolitlcsUK

a month ago

🚨 WATCH: Keir Starmer condemns the attacks on police in Southampton last night "This is a time of serious work, not rage... anyone found engaging in disorder will meet the full force of the law" #PMQs

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To Chad Bianco supporters: I get it. If my candidate didn’t have a viable path, I’d be upset too, but I wouldn't pretend they can win and risk defeat when another Republican has a path. This election is too critical. Please think about it. #CAPrimary #MAGA

This is such a smart point. I thought the same thing. It’s not comedy. At all. @Disney needs to give equal time to Spencer Pratt immediately. @FCC

Pamela Hensley🇺🇸 @PamelaHensley22

2 months ago

Jimmy Kimmel spent five minutes trashing Spencer Pratt and urging viewers to vote against him. And guess what? None of it was funny. Calling it "comedy" lets ABC dodge equal time laws. Pratt got no chance to respond. This is a clear violation of campaign law.

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Jimmy Kimmel says Spencer Pratt shouldn’t win the LA mayoral election because he doesn’t believe in climate change. Also, here's Jimmy Kimmel getting off a private jet: