Perfection. 👌

Teaching kids the etiquette of public transport

Well, I just realized that White Americans aren’t the only abundance the Socialist Leftists hate…they also hate abundant food apparently.

When Gene Simmons was eight, he watched his mother wash blood from her hands in a Queens apartment sink. It wasn’t her blood. She had bitten her tongue to stop herself from crying while memories of Auschwitz flooded back. She had survived the camps by sorting through the belongings of the dead. Her son, born Chaim Witz in Israel, learned early that survival meant silence, endurance, and work. “My mother saw hell,” he later said. “Everything I’ve done was to make sure she’d never see it again.” He sold fruit on New York street corners, spoke three languages by the age of twelve, and copied accents he heard on television. At fifteen, he changed his name to Gene Simmons after seeing a comic book advertisement for an American hero named Gene. Wanting to fit in, he practiced smiling in front of a mirror until it felt natural. The accent never fully disappeared. The shyness did. In the early 1970s, while working as a schoolteacher during the day, he teamed up with Paul Stanley to create a band unlike anything people had seen before. They wanted something impossible to ignore. Part circus. Part army. Part religion. KISS was born inside a rented rehearsal room that smelled of cigarette smoke and ambition. Simmons created his alter ego, “The Demon,” and built armor from motorcycle parts. He practiced breathing fire so often that he once set his own hair on fire. The gamble paid off. Within a few years, KISS was selling out Madison Square Garden and earning millions through merchandise. Simmons treated the band like a business empire. Dolls. Comics. Lunchboxes. Pinball machines. Anything that could carry the KISS logo became part of the brand. When critics mocked them, he simply smiled. “They laughed at us,” he said. “Then they bought the T-shirt.” But the most revealing thing about Gene Simmons wasn’t the makeup, the fame, or the money. It was the discipline. He never drank alcohol. Never used drugs. And rarely slowed down. Once, he flew from Tokyo to Los Angeles, recorded a song, then boarded another flight back to Japan for a concert. When fans asked why he worked so hard, his answer was simple. “Because my mother still wakes up at 4 a.m. to check if the doors are locked.” Gene Simmons built his empire from more than ambition. It was armor forged from fear. Strength shaped by survival. And fire painted across a face that refused to be pitied. Because in the end, every success was his way of telling his mother that she had survived for a reason.

Monday night timeline cleanse! Tom Segura on covid. I laughed so hard I cried and almost peed! 😂😂😂

Months before the January 1986 disaster, Roger Boisjoly, a mechanical engineer for NASA contractor Morton Thiokol, became deeply concerned about the synthetic rubber O-rings used to seal the joints of the Space Shuttle’s solid rocket boosters. In July 1985, he authored a prophetic memo warning his superiors that if the primary O-ring failed to seal properly, it could result in "a catastrophe of the highest order, the loss of human life." The night before the fateful launch, as temperatures in Florida plummeted well below freezing, Boisjoly and a team of fellow engineers fiercely argued during a high-stakes teleconference that the extreme cold would harden the rubber, destroy its elasticity, and prevent a proper seal. Despite these intense objections, NASA officials pushed back, demanding definitive proof that the launch would fail rather than proof that it was safe, which pressured Morton Thiokol executives into overriding their own engineering team and giving the "go" for launch. While accounts of the disaster frequently credit Boisjoly for his heroic whistleblowing efforts, historical records show that the famous "it's going to blow up" quote actually belongs to his close colleague and fellow Thiokol engineer, Bob Ebeling. It was Ebeling who returned home deeply defeated on the eve of the launch, turned to his wife, Darlene, and uttered those chillingly accurate words. On the morning of the launch, Boisjoly, Ebeling, and their peers watched the broadcast together from the Morton Thiokol conference room in Utah, paralyzed with dread as they witnessed the Challenger explode exactly 73 seconds into flight, a tragedy caused precisely by the O-ring failure they had fought so desperately to prevent. Both men subsequently risked their careers to expose the systemic communication failures and flawed management culture to the presidential Rogers Commission, forever changing the landscape of engineering ethics.

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Elon Musk o tym, dlaczego spał na podłodze fabryki Tesli przez 3 lata . W Polsce tego nie rozumieją „Mieszkałem w fabryce w Fremont i tej w Nevadzie przez trzy lata z rzędu. To było moje główne miejsce zamieszkania. Nie żartuję. Serio. Spałem na kanapie, a w pewnym momencie w namiocie na dachu, ale przez jakiś czas po prostu spałem pod moim biurkiem, które stało na widoku w fabryce.” Jak wyjaśnia Elon, zrobił to z ważnego powodu: „Spałem na podłodze pod biurkiem, żeby podczas zmiany zmian cały zespół mógł mnie zobaczyć. To ważne, bo jeśli zespół myśli, że ich lider gdzieś się bawi, popija Mai Tai na tropikalnej wyspie [to deprymujące]... Ponieważ zespół mógł mnie widzieć śpiącego na podłodze podczas zmiany zmian, wiedzieli, że jestem tam. To zrobiło ogromną różnicę, i dali z siebie wszystko.” Ta zasada, że liderzy muszą być widoczni, to coś, co Elon podkreślił w notatce do pracowników Tesli kończącej pracę zdalną i wymagającej minimum 40 godzin tygodniowo osobiście: „Im wyższe stanowisko zajmujesz, tym bardziej widoczna musi być twoja obecność. Dlatego tyle mieszkałem w fabryce – żeby ci na linii produkcyjnej mogli widzieć, jak pracuję u ich boku. Gdybym tego nie zrobił, Tesla dawno by zbankrutowała.”

Oh, Hillary. Hillary, Hillary. You ignorant slut. As the Senior Military Aide to President Bill Clinton, YOUR military aide — the officer who carried the nuclear football in and out of the White House every single day — I saw the “people’s house” up close alongside you. @HillaryClinton Spare us the sanctimonious lectures. And turn on your replies, coward. When you and Bill left in January 2001, your staff ransacked the place. Remember? “W” keys ripped off every keyboard. Phone lines cut. Desk drawers glued shut. Obscene voicemails and vulgar graffiti left behind. Presidential seals and silverware stolen. Furniture damaged. The GAO confirmed the vandalism and theft. It wasn’t “transition friction” — it was a disgrace. You trashed the People’s House on your way out the door and now you’re clutching pearls over Trump? I remember, Hillary. I was there. Remember? The hypocrisy is Olympic-level, Ms. Clinton. And you know it! You of ALL people know it! The American people have long memories. Especially this one! Me! We remember who actually looted the place.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Shut up and color.

Is this the parenting hack we never knew we needed? 🤣

The world we grew up in no longer exists.

😂

Them: I couldn't do what you do. Honestly, I don't have the willpower for it. Me: Willpower for what? Them: Eating like that. So strict. All that discipline, day in, day out. Me: I eat beef, cheese, eggs and butter until I'm full, then I stop. There's no discipline in it. Them: I could never give up bread, though. Me: Nobody made me give up bread. I lost interest in it and that was that. Them: See, that's willpower. I'd cave in a second. Me: You weighed your breakfast this morning. Them: Well, yeah. Me: You weighed a banana yesterday, then weighed the skin and took it off the total. Them: That's just being accurate. Me: You ran in the rain at ten o'clock last night because you went over on your calories. Them: I wasn't going to sleep on a surplus. Me: I had a ribeye and didn't think about food again all day. You've made about nine decisions before lunch to avoid things you actually fancy. And you couldn't do what I'm doing. Them: ... Them: When you say it like that, it's a bit grim, isn't it.

Now here’s a commercial that would never air today.

How come the left refuse to acknowledge basic facts.

On carnivore, the weekly shop takes four minutes. Past the cereal. Past the bread. Past the snacks. Past the "free from" aisle, twelve feet of food liberated from the one ingredient that made it edible. Past the protein bars cosplaying as chocolate. Beef, eggs, butter, bacon. Done. The supermarket is a maze built to keep you drifting past things you came in not wanting. You have found the exit on the first go.

The wellness industry wants you to believe reclaiming your health is expensive. It is one of the great lies, and it keeps the working man out on purpose. The magazines all sell the same picture. A grass-fed ribeye from a named cow. A powder that costs more than the meat. A plunge pool, a sleep tracker, a fridge full of things ending in a vowel. The message underneath is always the same: if you cannot afford the boutique version, the door is shut. It is the oldest trick going. Make the basic and abundant look exclusive, so the people who need it most assume it was never meant for them. Here is what actually rebuilds a body, on next to nothing: Eggs and fatty mince. Among the most complete food on earth, and still the cheapest things in the shop. Tinned sardines. Complete protein and the good fats, pennies a tin. Sunlight. A vitamin factory running on your own skin, switched on free every time you step outside. Walking. The most underrated training there is, available the second you lace your shoes. Sleep. The most powerful recovery known to man, and nobody has yet worked out how to charge you for it. No subscription. No named ranch. A frying pan, a pair of shoes, and the nerve to ignore the people selling the deluxe edition. Good health was never the preserve of the rich. They would just prefer you believed it was.

“Never ruin an apology with an excuse.” - Benjamin Franklin

This is every white woman at a “No Kings” rally. The Subaru Outback is perfection. 🤌🏼😂

Thank God these two had this baby.