Just the beginning of a legendary night at the People’s House. 📸🇺🇸

A narcissist calling an empath a narcissist is like a shadow accusing the light of being too dark.

Well I’m having my 15 minutes of fame as they say thanks to me being the one to share Steve with the world. So before my star fades and because attention spans are short I’ll be quick. I am a simple art collector. I collect NFTs of fine art that resonates with me. I am not an art critic, but I love art and artists and the digital art community in web3. If you are curious this is my favorite artist and I believe the best artist on earth. x.com/baleririnka

Thank you for the advice, sir . I am humbly aware that offensive language is the real issue in politics today. Who cares about fixed elections, crime, or child trafficking, when offensive syntax should clearly be seen as our real enemy? Just kidding. Eat shit. #INSTABLOCK

For every bad person, there are thousands and thousands of good ones quietly holding the world together

Steve is a national treasure. God bless this man.

Here’s what survivors don’t understand: you cannot convince a delusional person out of their delusion. You can present evidence. They’ll reinterpret it. You can use logic. They’ll find a logical escape route. You can confront them with inconsistencies. They’ll explain them away. You can show them how they hurt you. They’ll deny it happened or claim you deserved it. There is no argument you can make that will break through. There is no evidence you can present that will penetrate. There is no reality you can point to that will shift them. Because the delusion isn’t a belief that can be changed. It’s a defense mechanism. It’s the only thing keeping them from collapse. So they will defend it with everything they have. They will rewrite reality as many times as it takes. They will deny until the end of time. Because admitting the truth is impossible. And the moment you truly understand this you stop trying. You stop presenting evidence that won’t move them. You stop using logic that won’t persuade them. You stop trying to make them see something they’re fundamentally incapable of seeing. Because the problem isn’t that you haven’t explained well enough. The problem is: they’re not in a place to hear. They’re not operating in reality. They’re operating in delusion. And you can’t convince someone in delusion by appealing to reality. It’s like trying to convince someone who’s dreaming that they’re dreaming. While they’re in the dream, the dream is completely real to them. Logic doesn’t work. Reason doesn’t work. Evidence doesn’t work. Because the dream is as real as reality to them. The narcissist is in the dream. And they can’t wake up. Because waking up means facing the void. So they stay in the dream. They reinforce the dream. They defend the dream. And anyone who threatens the dream becomes the enemy.

"Because the delusion isn’t a belief that can be changed. It’s a defense mechanism. It’s the only thing keeping them from collapse. So they will defend it with everything they have. They will rewrite reality as many times as it takes. They will deny until the end of time. Because admitting the truth is impossible."

I’ll try to find Steve before we leave in the morning and jet him know over a million people saw his art in 12 hours. I think it will please him to know.

The narcissist can only understand your behavior through their own mentality. They don’t have access to a genuinely other perspective. Everything gets filtered through what they would mean if they did what you did. When you set a boundary, they read it as aggression — because that’s what their boundaries are. When you go quiet, they read it as punishment — because that’s what their silence is. When you pull away, they read it as a power move — because that’s what their distance is. It’s not just projection. It’s a failure of imagination so complete that they can’t conceive of motivations they don’t personally possess. Genuine hurt looks like manipulation to them. Authentic self-protection looks like retaliation. Honesty looks like an attack. The irony is that this makes them confidently wrong about you. They don’t wonder if they’ve misread you. They KNOW you and what you’re doing. And what “you’re doing” is exactly what they would be doing in your place.

Dear restaurants, Bring back the physical menus. Nobody wants to be scanning QR codes when they're hungry. Regards: The whole world.

So NOT ONLY did they build Biolabs in Ukraine built with taxpayer dollars they STOLE from us, but now we know Joe Biden and the entire DNC kept funneling our tax dollars to Ukraine to launder it back to themselves! 😡 Zelensky's government conspired with Biden's USAID insiders to launder $200 million in American taxpayer dollars straight into Joe Biden's campaign and the DNC through layered fake infrastructure schemes. Between the domestic weaponization of intelligence agencies against Donald Trump and outright foreign collusion to rig our elections, the Treason just keeps gets worse. This is raw election interference as your money was funneled back to rig the election against President Trump while Biden and his cohorts called all of YOU "threats to democracy." So, was the Ukraine war a democrat money laundering operation with our tax dollars the ENTIRE time?! 😡

It is so strange and bizarre that you can literally not have a single malicious or unfriendly bone in your body and a narcissist will hate you with a murderous obsession. Like vivid, aggressive hatred. They spend a lot of their time hiding it but you can see in their actions, how badly they’re trying to destroy a good person, how angry and hateful they really are. Even if they’re doing it calmly and systematically. They are still behaving impulsively and erratic and irrational. Just so strange. And when you’re one of these people being attacked so aggressively and hated so aggressively by them, it’s really weird because you don’t understand why. It makes no sense. It is so bizarre.

I’ve been looking into Teddy Roosevelt lately. He loses his wife and mother on the same day. That’s a trauma that could cause a man to end it all. What does he do? He leaves NYC and heads to the Badlands. THE BADLANDS. Reinvents himself. Finds his soul. An absolute heroes journey if ever there was one. Went from having nothing to live for to having everything to live for. There is something nourishing about these uniquely American lands that cannot be put into words. I remember feeling quite despondent myself once upon a time. Then I moved to the Mojave desert and it changed everything. I found there’s nothing deserted about the desert at all. What it lacks in physical life, it makes up for in the spiritual. The esoteric. I cannot explain what I’m trying to say about America. Don’t have the right words today. But I know this place can remake a man like no other on planet earth.

Singer Zac Brown refused to cancel his UFC performance at President Trump’s White House and called out the Left’s “division.” “I’m there for the troops, man. I’m there to honor America. This is patriotism, not politics for me.” We need more singers like @zacbrownband.

"Our very life here depends directly on continuous acts of beginning." Superb read on beginnings (which can begin anytime) themarginalian.org/2023/12/3…

Marianne Moore on the 3 elements of persuasive writing themarginalian.org/2026/04/2…

La historia de Steve me tiene enamorada. Un boceto para un hombre que hace bocetos. 🥹❤️

In 1919 a New York physician got so fed up with watching his patients get worse that he went to a museum to ask the dead for advice. His name was Blake Donaldson. He had a practice full of people who were overweight, ill, and getting steadily worse no matter what the medicine of the day threw at them, and he had run clean out of ideas. So he walked into the American Museum of Natural History, found the anthropologists, and asked them the question no respectable doctor was supposed to ask. What did healthy humans actually eat before all of this? They showed him the skulls. Ancient ones. Pre-agricultural ones. And the teeth stopped him in his tracks. No decay. No crowding. No abscesses. Rows of clean, strong, untroubled teeth belonging to people who had never met a dentist, a toothbrush, or a sack of flour. The anthropologists told him about the Plains hunters who lived on buffalo, and about pemmican, the dense brick of dried meat and rendered fat that carried men through a North American winter on next to nothing else. Donaldson went back to his surgery and did something that would get a modern doctor hauled in front of a committee. He put his patients on meat. Fat meat, specifically. Roughly six ounces of lean with two ounces of visible fat, three times a day, from beef or lamb. Coffee. Water. That was the prescription. He stripped out what he called the worst offenders, the flour and the sugar and the sweet milk, and he watched what happened. What happened was they got better. The weight came off without hunger, because he insisted they eat enough and eat often. The blood pressure settled. The gallstones, the migraines, the aching joints, the sour stomachs, the whole catalogue of modern complaints he had been failing to shift for years began, quietly, to resolve. He kept going. By the end he had run something like seventeen thousand patients through this regime over roughly forty years, which is a working lifetime of evidence rather than a passing fad. He wrote it down in a book called Strong Medicine in 1961. The establishment's response was swift and familiar. One prominent figure pronounced the book hardly scientific. Another filed Donaldson under food faddism and implied he had simply forgotten whatever he once knew about nutrition. A man with forty years of patient outcomes was waved off by people armed with a theory and a grievance, and the profession moved smoothly on to the low-fat advice that has served us so brilliantly ever since. He was not a guru and never pretended to be one. He thought he was just copying what those museum skulls had been quietly demonstrating for ten thousand years, which is about the most honest thing a doctor has ever said about diet. The book is still in print. The skulls are still in the case. And the advice that buried him is still printed on the side of the cereal box.

A bear broke into a house to steal food, but ended up getting completely humbled by a 3-pound Pomeranian. He was seriously out of touch with reality