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Fantasy is not just escapism. At its best, fantasy reminds us that old virtues still matter. Courage. Loyalty. Protection. Sacrifice. The kind of things modern society likes to mock until suddenly they are needed again. That is why characters like Aragorn still hit so hard. He is not loved because he is weak, ineffectual, or helpless He is loved because he is capable. A man can be quiet and still be dangerous. A man can be gentle and still be strong. A man can walk through hardship without becoming bitter or useless. That is the part fantasy gets right. The world can be dark. So become the kind of person who can carry a light through it.

Lookit the homie's pupper. LOOK AT IT!

Dogs. Poast dogs

Lookit this dooooooood

Speaking of things that would fix me

Shoulda taken his chances with the cop 🤷🏻‍♂️

I love doing this. I have yet to do the a 52miler without breaks, but I have done close to 20. Short anecdote: In the past, I was wrong done by. I was threatened, my family was also, indirectly, and efforts were made to manipulate me to an extreme. In the end I discovered I was dealing with an actual sociopath. 2 weeks into this and I was wrestling with wholly hypothetical solutions about what to do that never in my life would have ever entered my mind. I was truly afraid. It was a little after midnight when I finally made it home from the days commitments one night during this trial when I woke up my wife and we talked over the whole situation, again. "You are a hiker", she said. "Promise me you will not go get into your truck" she said. I promised her. "Go for a walk and pray" she said. I told her I would do it. I made sure my water bladder was full and that I had a strong battery on my earbuds and my phone and I made another cup of coffee. I packed my pipe and grabbed my walking stick and set out. I believe she intended me to walk the neighborhood. However, the feeling was so freeing that I kept going. By sunup I had made it all the way to my father's home, across town, roughly 10 miles or so. The Spirit was with me on that walk and I was able to trust God again, even in the mess of it all. I was able to breathe again. A long walk can be good for so many things. Its effectiveness is so varied and vast that you may not know something in you needed fixing until you get to walking about it. As Papaw Charlie says, "Just think about it." God Bless Y'all

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Some days I just want to strap on an S-vest full of rocksalt and a sign saying 'Free Hugs'. Fuck sake, people.

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We are whimsical We are unapologetically patriotic You ain't ready for it @harveyspistols

A very sad announcement. I have just been convicted a second time for 'hate speech' and it is only due to a technicality that I could not immediately be sent to jail —to the judge's frustration. In an ironic turn of events it's actually thanks to my previous prison sentence (for memes in a private group chat) that I am now still free —in a physical sense, at least. Call me naive but I didn't think they would take it this far, given that this precedent criminalises many of the arguments used by even the most moderate politicians critical of mass migration. In February 2024 I gave a lecture at Catholic University Leuven wherein I linked mass migration to crime and a deterioration of our quality of life. Every single point I made was 100% the truth and based on scientific evidence. Cynically, even the judge that convicted me admits as much by writing in his verdict: “Even if all of the statements made by Van Langenhove are based on scientific evidence and statistics, it makes no difference to the criminal intent. Van Langenhove is not charged with spreading false information. He is charged with presenting facts in a way that incites hatred against persons on the grounds of one or more of the protected criteria in the Anti-Racism Law.” That's a lot of words just to say he wants to send me to prison for speaking the truth. Even the regime media write: "It did not matter to the court that Van Langenhove was quoting scientific sources. The judge argued that Van Langenhove's main message was that a big part of the societal problems like insecurity, housing shortages and lowering educational standards are due to mass migration." You may think the regime media are being sympathetic to me in the first sentence, but in reality they are warning people: even if you speak the truth, if you go against our narrative, we will crush you in every way possible. Both the public prosecutor and the judge did not present a single real argument as to how or against whom I would have incited hatred. So even if I would accept their crazy, dystopic law, I still did not break it. The only argument they present is that I created a "hostile atmosphere of us versus them” in regards to migrants. But even this silly argument (which is not even a punishable offence) is not true. To me, the deadly disease is self-hatred and one of its worst symptoms is replacement migration. My enemy is thus NOT the migrants themselves but those orchestrating the mass migration. Sadly, in Belgium, evidence is not needed and ‘vibes’ are enough to put someone in jail. Given the fact that I have another court case coming up in September and that I have a dozen active criminal investigations for hate speech, time is running out for me. I have already paid more than €420,000 in legal fees and there is no ending in sight. I have been in an intense battle of attrition for eight years and must now regroup to make sure I can still win. If you want to help me, you can do so via the links below. If you can help in other ways, please contact me via DM. If you live in a country that still has free speech, never let them touch it, however noble they make the motives sound, because this is where it leads to.

I hope my moots are having a good Memorial Day. Alot of you are active or former, and I'm proud to call you pocket frens. Thank you for all you do, then and now.

This what the internet is for.

School's out. I picked up my rising 1st and 4th graders on their last day. They look like me, but they have their mom's heart. I'm glad for that. We watched some playoff hockey this weekend. The neighbors rented a bounce house and all the families brought food to the first block party of the summer. The dads tasted home-brewed beer and pelted the kids with water balloons. The moms talked about the stuff moms talk about. The kids were wild, reckless, full of joy, and full of life. I managed to hit the range for a couple hours and spend some time with a buddy who'll be hanging his boots up soon. Grateful for that. Played some games with the boys, caught a movie with the fam, slept in till damn near 9 o'clock tangled up with my wife. It's been one hell of a long weekend to kick off the summer. This is my normal now. It's a good life. An incredible one by any measure, really. I'm grateful. Today is Monday. Memorial day. My thoughts are on the wars we fought when we were young, and on these men. Visiting their headstones, crushing a hard workout, toasting their memory, saluting as taps plays... It doesn't feel like enough. Living. Thriving, even. And teaching my kids about the cost... Not sure it's enough, but it's the best I've got. We're still free. Mostly. Thank God for those who've kept it so.

Gem

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