I have the right to seek the truth, to speak the truth, and to hear the truth – not because it is granted to me, but because I claim it as my own. Universal truths, if they exist, can only emerge through free exchange and independent thought, not through imposed dogmas. Anyone who seeks to restrict these rights, whether in the name of safety or protection, aims to control my freedom and my uniqueness. Such attempts must be firmly resisted. I do not align myself with any political party because parties reduce individuals to mere instruments of collective ideologies. They demand loyalty to their abstract principles rather than fostering the freedom of independent thought and personal truth. As an owner of myself, I refuse to subordinate my uniqueness to the machinery of political power.

RT @RonSFriedman:

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If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it. But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.

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For fifteen years I have warned that Germany’s naïve migration policies and its systematic refusal to confront incompatible cultural realities would culminate in precisely this self-inflicted nightmare now unfolding in the video. In Germany, however, many still refuse to acknowledge it—as though reality itself could be indefinitely suppressed by taboos and the injunction that certain truths must not be spoken.

We in all Western nations need to start taking the problem of the Muslim Brotherhood very seriously, soon. nationalpost.com/opinion/mus…

Musk does things that governments will never ever be able to do!

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Listen to her... „Das hätte sich nicht einmal die Stasi getraut“ – Monika Maron im Gespräch youtu.be/KLM5dwjT4B0?is=51A3… via @YouTube

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Even this unusually detailed Danish data by ancestral origin understates the true disparities: the 0.53× rate for Germany includes many individuals who acquired German citizenship or were born there to immigrant parents from high-rate countries, inflating the figure for ethnic Germans while masking higher rates among their actual origin groups.

Murderous migrants beheading innocent people in their home town is what’s making people angry, not “social media”!

That’s what it comes down to

Is this something the government is going to fix before the next election? It seems rather pressing.

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Good!