The pursuit of financial freedom can be just as condemning as debt.

Stonks

"In reality, however, it’s not 007 himself who has an aversion to modern architecture, but Bond writer Ian Fleming. The author’s scathing reviews of Le Corbusier are well documented, and he infamously named one of his notorious villains after Erno Goldfinger, architect of London’s Trellick Tower, who was also apparently Fleming’s neighbor. As the story goes, the author was incensed when Goldfinger demolished two victorian houses and replaced them with two classic modern villas. So, Fleming — much to Goldfinger’s annoyance and argument — appropriated the architect’s name and cemented it in cultural history as one of the most recognizable bad guys on our screens"

Let her cook

Harry Sisson, a paid activist for the Democrat Party, tries to attack Mike Lindell Live on air.

Mike Lindell responded by asking Harry if he had gotten his vasectomy yet.

(There is a vasectomy bus set up in front of the DNC sterilizing men on site)

Mike Lindell is truly a national treasure.

POV: you arranged for the dismantling of the FBI
“Disbanded and scattered? Best I can do is a short drop with a quick stop”

Yesterday there was a major traffic jam at a time/place that is uncommon. My gut told me "niggers". 20 minutes later, there was a troop of them getting arrested in the middle of the interstate

wtf I love these location autists now

Must watch.

@AltSkull48

In this country we literally inaugurate political events with mass child sacrifice. None of this is ritual at all, no invocation whatsoever intended. I assure you

Hey dol! Merry dol! Tom's come back a-tramping,
From the silver shores of Valinor, where the waves are dancing.
Golden light and timeless day, where stars are never waning,
Tom went a-wandering far away, his heart ever singing.

Hey now! Ho now! Tom's been in the West,
Singing with the Ainur, where everything is blessed.
Lórien's gardens did he roam, with Elves and spirits fair,
But his feet grew restless for his old beloved lair.

With a hop and a skip, he left that shining land,
For the hills and the woods of the old Middle-earth stand.
Back to the barrows and the willows by the stream,
Where the Badger-brood snuffles and the Withywindle gleams.

Ho! Tom’s been a-jolly in lands so far and bright,
But none can hold his heart like these hills of ancient might.
Back to Goldberry, his river-daughter sweet,
Back to the roots of the Earth, where heart and spirit meet.

Hey dol! Merry dol! Now he's home once more,
Tom's the master in the wild, from the mountains to the shore.
Valinor was a wonder, but here he’ll ever stay,
Dancing and a-singing, till the world fades away!