🌋 Massive eruption of Volcán de Fuego in Guatemala

I grew up hating white people, and the scary part is that millions of young Black men are being brainwashed into that exact same mindset today. The education system feeds Black kids a steady diet of historical resentment until their undeveloped brains start picturing every single white person as the enemy. Blaming the white man for modern community struggles is a trap that keeps people broke and angry.

Leftists: The whole world hates America. World Cup Tourists:

RIP to one of the greats! Taken WAY too soon. 💔💔💔😭😭😭

💥NEW: Stephen A. Smith: “I would give anything to be able to say something definitively in Karmelo Anthony’s defense. If there was a shred of innocence to the incident itself, I would say so. I don’t want to see another black young man going to jail.” “But I don’t give a d*mn about what your race or ethnicity is. Just because you’re white and young doesn’t mean you deserve to be m*rdered. And just because you’re black and young … doesn’t give you a license to m*rder someone.” “That’s what happened.”

In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths. Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents. I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself. This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated. I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?" "Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way." "But the store loses." "Yep. On purpose." On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands. In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one. A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir." It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow. I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious. Some prices are not prices. They are promises. I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back. The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars. Long may it spin.

Good job I think is going to be ok

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

This reminds me of those dudes that would try to rap on those local public broadcasting shows bitd.

So dude caught an invasive Burmese python in Shark Valley and when he called the rangers to get it the response was to hand him a $180 ticket for 'illegally handling wildlife in the park.' Whenever the feds are involved SSS is the wise course of action.

I want to see the CEO or Founder who made the Big Az Cheeseburger eat it live on camera, I want to see something.

This generation is slowly walking itself into musical hell

PS2 graphics John Travolta

Passengers flung like RAG DOLLS after helicopter tail breaks in China

I've said this so many times now, Trevor Noah is a Hollywood psyop imported to America in a failed attempt to pander and talk down to Black-America about Black-American issues and pander to white liberals. Here you can see and hear the African coming out of him in plain view.

But the UN told us this was a conspiracy theory

UNRWA fires 70 Gaza staffers as it grapples with 'Hamas problem' trib.al/obKblAA

Got that mf on houses arrests

She got they ass all the way together. I love it.