There's a Trump food cart in town giving out free hot dogs. Maybe I've been too closed minded on voting...

This article wants you to believe that having uncontrolled anxiety is a sign of high intellect. Lol

Sorry about this, Thomas

This Dad is welcome here

This is a strangely wholesome way to put it. Going too far in the other direction is vicious, and Faustian man is evil.

Points for whoever can explain the error this guy made

What the channel owner of @thedailypoor and channel experience is like.

SPRINGFIELD STUDENT: CLASSES ARE FILLED WITH HAITIAN MIGRANTS

“Every single classroom. 

No white people, no nothing.

It was just Haitians.”

https://x.com/MarioNawfal/status/1847688113545470386

This is really questionable framing. Retards of Tiktok left out the important context that she was talking about "the top floor" in particular, which drastically changes the meaning of her words. Then he doesn't mention what she says is happening at the school, which seems to be the more important portion of the video.

Neapolitan's crust, a gossamer delight,
Eclipses Gotham's plebeian fare.
Vesuvian soil yields tomatoes bright,
While Manhattan's sauce lacks culinary flair.

Buffalo milk's pearls, a lacteal sight,
Adorn the Campanian circle with care.
Wood-fired perfection, an epicure's rite,
New York's slices can't compare.

Margherita's tricolor, a culinary height,
Puts folded grease-laden wedges to shame.
Naples' legacy, a gastronomic light,
Leaves New York's boast a hollow claim.

There I was, in a small town in the upper peninsula of Michigan. I was talking to a man who had an exaggerated local accent, clearly a transplant that was trying hard to seem local. He asked me 20 logic questions and then he asked me if I read some specific writings on classical philosophy. Then he deviated to a rant on the evils of representative democracy. He quickly shifted into a long treatise on how pizza was meant to be made and the horrors and societal rot caused by diverging from this sacred recipe.

After 45 minutes of this, I had to stop him. "But how does this help me get to the hardware store?", I implored

Every day, I become more thoroughly anti-science.

We are all familiar with the assertion that we live in an age of science. So many times have we heard it that probably few of us pause to give the state- ment reflective content. When we do attempt to say more, particularly what the “science” is that dominates our world, we find ourselves looking at a program of inquiry, and at the solid or tangible results of that program. About the inquiry itself I shall say what may seem a dreadful thing, but I propose to ofter my grounds. It seems to me that this inquiry reflects a habit of mind which must disquiet us. The habit appears to rest on a supposition that if you can do a thing, you must do it. And I can characterize that only as an infantile mentality. It is like the stage of boyhood one passes through during which one feels that if he can chin himself twenty times, he must do it; that if he can throw a rock across a certain stream, he must-do it. The criterion then is not whether you should do a thing, but whether you can do it. I am afraid that much of the vast scientific activity which goes on about us is predicated on nothing profounder than that.

- Richard M. Weaver, Humanism in an Age of Science

Ready for Halloween 🎃🐻