We finally know what Sam Altman was thinking at the state dinner 👀

Tourists ride the Tokyo subway and whisper: "Look how peaceful! Japanese people are so zen!" That train is not zen. That train is a pressurized submarine where eighty people are praying nobody coughs. The silence is not peace. The silence is terror. If your ringtone goes off, nobody yells. That would require spending words on you. Instead, eighty pairs of eyes flick up for 0.4 seconds and assign you a permanent social penalty score. You think we stay quiet because we are calm. We stay quiet because if you make a sound in that metal tube, you disrupt the invisible force field keeping millions of exhausted strangers from killing each other. The Tokyo train is not quiet because we love peace. It is quiet because one loud phone call is an act of war.

Knowing, as we do now, that the Roman Govt used the most wicked and satanic measures to establish their canon in the 4th and 5th centuries, outlawing 80% of the literary corpus of the early church and executing en mass all the faithful martyrs who refused to give up their sacred scriptures, the current Bible has blood on every page, and so is highly questionable as an accurate representation of Christ’s original teachings. Yet it is held today as the highest authority, and has come, in many if not most cases, to stand in as a substitute for Christ Himself. If the modern age has its own Golden Calf, this is it. In the modern church, the legitimacy of the Bible is the one thing that you are absolutely, positively not allowed to question. It is the bedrock of the faith. While Jesus is supposed to be. But to question is the answer. Truth is not threatened by questioning. Truth is GLORIFIED by questioning. No trial starts off with the judge insisting that no one can ask any questions. But no one who has studied the censorship and martyrdom of the faithful BY THE CHURCH ITSELF in the 4th and 5th centuries can avoid these questions.

Yes.

Happy belated Birthday to the Murricane. The greatest comedy leading man of our time. So many adventures over the years. One night shooting GB2, we appropriated two fully equipped police motorcycles from the movie’s motor pool and spent an hour chasing each other around a closed Central Park with full lights and sirens. No consequences. After all, we were Ghostbusters.

People keep asking me to push for one Mayoral candidate or the other. Trying to decide the best move. Guys...it's over. LA had its chance for a candidate of change back in June, and instead...they voted for continued destruction. Both candidates will make LA worse. I feel like Hank in that late episode of Breaking Bad...he's already shot to hell, Walt is desperately bargaining with the Nazis to spare his life in exchange for all the money he has. He begs Hank to tell them to take the deal. Hank just looks at him and says "you're the smartest guy I ever met. And you're too stupid to see...he made up his mind 10 minutes ago." I hate to break it to you, but the fate of LA is already baked into the cake 3 months ago. There's no more wheeling and dealing, no clever ballot trick, no October surprise that's gonna get you out of it. Your chance was in June, and a lot of you just stayed home. Or voted for Alan Miller. I told you to get ten of your friends to vote, and you didn't do it. Elections have consequences, so I hope you all now appreciate that, and operate with a greater sense of urgency with these things. Vote for governor, you still have a shot. Vote for voter ID. Vote down all the new taxes. But for Mayor, it's too late.

Westerners are always confused by how constantly Japanese people apologize. "I am so sorry." "No, no, I am terribly sorry!" "Not at all, it is entirely my fault!" Foreigners think we are riddled with endless guilt. They completely misunderstand what is happening. Japanese people do not apologize because we feel bad. And we do not show friendship by opening our hearts. In Japan, friendship is an aggressive competition to see who can bury themselves deeper underground. To compliment a normal person feels fake. It puts pressure on them to act like royalty. One wrong word, and they feel mocked. So we do the opposite. We vigorously drill ourselves into the Earth's crust. Even if you are standing at absolute zero, if I voluntarily sink 500 feet into the Mariana Trench, you are now standing high above me. By pulverizing my own dignity, I prove zero hostility, infinite respect, and ultimate peace. Watch a customer order food at a restaurant: Customer: "I am so sorry to disturb your existence!" (Drops to Basement 1) Clerk: "No! I am catastrophically sorry to have made you wait!" (Crashes to Basement 2) Customer: "Please! My birth was an administrative error!" (Tunnels to Basement 3) Clerk: "Thank you so much!" (Transaction successfully finalized) Only when both humans have lowered themselves beneath bedrock can a bowl of noodles legally be served. The phrases we use are not a casual "my bad." The literal feudal weight of our highest apology is: "There is no excuse for my existence. My ancestors weep with shame. If my entire family were publicly executed at sunrise, I would have no legal ground to complain." It is emotional seppuku disguised as customer service. And the most terrifying part? Neither person is actually sorry. Look at their faces. Both are smiling warmly. Both are radiant with genuine affection. In Japan, you must never stand above another human. You cannot even be friendly on equal footing. You prove you are a good person by digging a deeper hole. Understanding this is the single biggest key to understanding Japanese politeness.

Myself and family are absolutely devastated with the passing of Presley Gerber. He was such a wonderful and kind young man. His parents are the epitome of great, genuine, loving parents who did everything humanely possible to help him. This is a tragedy, one that has devastated far too many families. I know God has his hands on Presley and he shall forever rest in peace and thrive in the kingdom of heaven. With all my love and grace - Bob Ritchie

Friendly Reminder: If you’re a homeowner against Amendment 3, you are allowed to not take the homestead exemption and voluntarily send your tax payment to your local government. No sense in stopping your neighbor from the getting/enjoying the relief. Vote Yes on 3!

3 things that matter in life and 3 things that don’t! Things that matter:✅ 1. Planting trees with your daughter 2. The Friends you make 3. The Prayers you pray Things that don’t matter: ❌ 1. Parasitical Journalists 2. Spineless politicians 3. Those that have contempt for God #FloridaPolitics

I want to believe he was a thug. I had the two disk sets on repeat in my Cabrio throughout preppy Catholic high school. Was it all a lie?

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The reason there is so little racism in Japan is simple: Japanese people basically dislike everyone. Race has nothing to do with it. We just do not want to deal with other human beings. That is why we carefully follow manners and social rules, so we can avoid bothering one another and keep interaction to a minimum. This is who Japanese people really are, and it is the complete opposite of Americans. Forget hugs and handshakes. We do not even want to make eye contact. Ideally, nobody would come within 15 feet of us. We are already crammed together on this tiny island. Everyone has had enough. Understanding this is the single biggest key to understanding Japanese people.

#OctoberSurprise this new life is thanks to everyone who fought for my freedom

In the town of Ikaruga, Nara, stands the oldest wooden building on Earth. The five-story pagoda of Horyu-ji. It was built in the year 607. It has stood for one thousand four hundred years. During those fourteen centuries, Japan was struck by forty-six major earthquakes, countless typhoons, and blistering wars. Every modern skyscraper in the world would have collapsed. The wooden pagoda never fell. Here is the secret that modern engineers still study with open mouths: The builders did not use a single steel nail. Not one. If you hammer an iron nail into timber, the metal rusts in a century. The rust rots the wood around it, and the building dies from the inside. Instead, master carpenters — miyadaiku — joined thousands of Hinoki cypress beams using intricate interlocking joints called kigumi. Pieces of timber carved so precisely that they slide together like a wooden puzzle. When a massive earthquake tears through the ground, the pagoda doesn't resist the shaking. It dances with it. Each of the five stories is independent. When the ground jolts left, the first floor swings right. The second floor swings left. The third floor swings right. The wooden joints rub together with a deep, groaning sound, absorbing the violent shockwaves and bleeding the energy away as gentle friction heat. And down the center of the tower hangs a massive, sixty-ton tree trunk — the shinbashira. It doesn't touch the ground. It is suspended in mid-air like an enormous pendulum, stabilizing the entire structure against the fury of the Earth. When engineers designed the Tokyo Skytree — the tallest tower in the world — they built its earthquake-damping core using the exact same pendulum blueprint invented by Japanese carpenters fourteen centuries ago. Those ancient carpenters had a single rule passed from master to student: "Do not purchase timber by price. Purchase the tree on the mountain where it grew. And build it facing the exact direction the tree faced the sun." They did not conquer nature with concrete. They took a tree that had lived for a thousand years, and taught it how to breathe for a thousand more.

More people need to learn how to say “fuck you” to the commie mobs and never apologize. Apologies don’t help. That’s just blood in the water to a commie. They don’t want contrition. They want power over you. Apologizing only gives them power.

I painted the miracle of Jesus feeding the 5,000 as written in all four gospels. Hallelujah. 🎨

Maturing is realizing that gangster rappers like Snoop Dogg (a self-proclaimed pimp who’s been married to the same woman for 27 years) and Rick Ross (who worked as a Florida corrections officer) are just fictional personas. Meanwhile, the dude prancing around a stage in ‘hammer pants’ was an ACTUAL gangster who pumped fear into people. Crazy when you think about it.

I don’t care if you don’t like me… You don’t like yourself.

This has me messed up. I really thought Tupac was a thug.