Some of my findings are so politically incorrect that I hold them back for a long time until I have further proof, or gather enough courage to take the beating that may come. Yesterday, with the Days of Power, I filled up my vessel with The Light… and with that my courage is overflowing. I am not saying I am not afraid. Last night it took me two and a half hours to fall asleep instead of the now usual 30 minutes or less. One of these is what I didn’t write in my last article on motivation, the spirit, the inner desire to become all you can become. SOURCE: click to continue reading A politically incorrect view at being inner directed
A politically incorrect view at being inner directed
- IshowSpeed coming to Zimbabwe
Marondera – Darren Jason Watkins Jr., the American internet personality better known as IShowSpeed, is expected to visit Zimbabwe as part of an ambitious tour spanning 20 African countries, a move that signals a growing shift in how global digital culture engages with the continent. Watkins, just 20 years old, has become one of the most influential livestreamers of his generation, commanding tens of millions … - Us vs Them
There’s no “us.” There’s no “them.” There’s only the comfort of pretending there is. People need enemies the way lungs need air. Conflict gives meaning to the meaningless.Without opposition, identity collapses. So we build one. We draw lines on maps, then forget who drew them. Every tribe begins as fear, then calls itself culture.We love belonging because it saves us from thinking.It’s easier to chant … - We Turned Horniness Into An Industry
Let me explain this slowly, because if you blinked for five minutes in June, you might’ve missed the moment humanity officially gave up pretending it had standards. An actress, Sydney Sweeney, famous, attractive, very online-adjacent, partnered with a men’s grooming company called Dr Squatch to release a limited-edition bar of soap. Five thousand bars. Eight dollars each. And the marketing hook, the thing that made … - Smoke Screens
The Epstein Files were supposed to be a revelation.A ledger of the powerful written in ink, not whispers.Promises were made. Promises were repeated.They claimed the truth would come out.The fog would lift.Transparency was the campaign slogan. Then the files arrived.And almost everything was blank.Pages upon pages covered in black boxes.Names, conversations, details, gone.Block after block of censorship.Critics call it about 90 percent redacted. That is …
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