I don't want signs in public bathrooms saying not to wash your feet in the sink. I just want to live with people who don't wash their feet in the sink of a public bathroom. I reject the premise that this is a moral deficiency.

WE AUDITED ALL 58 FOREIGN-BORN FEDERAL JUDGES SITTING ON AMERICA'S BENCH FOR LIFE. I spent over a billion tokens and about 45 days on this deep dive. Through this deep dive and the over a million court cases we have combed through, we have launched an American First Index (AFI) for the site. (More on it as we improve the metrics and refine deeper.) Out of 58 sitting foreign-born Article III judges, 43 were appointed by Biden or Obama. Among those drawn from ACLU and public defender pipelines, border enforcement is blocked over 80% of the time and 60% of criminal sentences fall below federal guidelines. We have added an interactive tool on bench receipts that allows you to drill down and look at how each of these judges behave on the bench. This is just the start. The federal judges are easier to identify than the state level judges. I assume there are 100s if not 1000+ foreign born or first-gen American on our benches. They do not judge on our laws, they judge on the culture they came from. This is a huge reason our country has lost its identity.

If you seriously believe that events in France are a result of *aggrieved students* you are actually human cattle and you will believe literally anything.

you’re overthinking it students simply don’t relate to Annabel Richter when people talk about the campus sexual assault “epidemic” (“1 in 4” etc.) they’re not taking about violent, forcible assaults they’re talking about casual hookups, typically between acquaintances / friends, that leave the accuser with mixed feelings, regret, etc. “was that really consensual? did I really want that? wtf they’re talking about me in their group chat and they uninvited me from their Halloween party?!” what happened to Annabel Richter is so beyond the pale and so divorced from the experience of college students that it might as well not have happened it does not register as something that could happen to a student because it’s likely something that never will whereas basically every student has some encounter they later have mixed feelings about

As a growth/value investor, I’d advise going long women here. The stock has never been lower. Sentiment couldn’t be more negative. Fundamentals are decent. Management is just catastrophically incompetent. The board has been captured by HR. In fact, the entire enterprise is now just one big HR department. Classic corporate governance failure. Thesis: Women are a blue-chip consumer staple with highly inelastic demand. A once-great civilizational institution now being run like a nonprofit arts collective with a $90 billion DEI budget. They abandoned the flagship business (being fertile cutie pies) into a low-margin, high-overhead product nobody wants (girlboss therapy sluts with fake email jobs) that mostly complains; spends all discretionary income on “boba tea” and “Sephora”; sends emails about emails and has meetings about meetings; and reallocates R&D into astrology, squiggly tattoos, SSRIs, and industrial-scale grievance production. They have an insurmountable competitive moat on ass and smelling nice, coupled with a very horny customer base that’s remained buyers for millennia. Even at peak dysfunction, demand has barely budged. Men have tried diversifying out of this asset class (video games, MMA, crypto, philosophy) to no avail. Every potential disruptor (AI gf’s, anime body pillows, sex robots, “Nietzsche”) has failed to find product-market fit. A quintessential distressed-asset play. A disciplined operator (a husband) takes the company private (makes her delete Instagram), cuts non-core operations (having “political opinions”), and refocuses on the core product (being a darling kitten). Reinstate the affection dividend (lots of sex) and they can return to aggressive organic growth (being pregnant). Expect a sassy proxy battle with the incumbent board (her group chat), outside counsel (her therapist), and entrenched institutional stakeholders (women with made-up master's degrees) to fight the deal. However a hostile takeover from an activist PE firm or small military junta can easily turn this around: liquidate the fake-email-job division, discontinue the 67,835 ongoing self-discovery initiatives, and redirect capital back toward the company's historically profitable core business: being sweet ladies. The plump assets are still there. The brand is iconic. The customer base is hopelessly loyal. We just need to get the business back to generating positive cash flow (litters of children) again. Enormous upside potential. Generational buying opportunity. I’m long $HOE

My students at Hogwarts had only the vaguest notion of who pays for wizarding services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty. One Slytherin girl was exhorting the class on the need for more Ministry of Magic jobs and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for the money to pay for those salaries. “Yeah, it come from muggles,” she finally said. “They stingy anyway.” “Many wizards work in those two shopping alleys in London and you would also be taking away from your own people,” I said. She had an answer to that: “Dey half-blood.” The class agreed. I let the subject drop.

Women’s reactions to this are completely unsurprising after the Cornell thing They are not simply “equal” they are some special other thing that is super equal

>green star >constellation Draco Confirming once again that Malfoid has the Mandate of Heaven.

"Oh dear." "Err... what is it Luna?" "According to this article, Goblins and Jews share a common ancestor... something to do with Haplogroups..." "Luna, doesn't your father write all those articles? Is a haplogroup a creature?" "I didn't know Potter was a Jewish name, Harry."

>get in line at Costco >abandoned cart ahead of me, no idea who >checker tells me to just start loading up belt >halfway through >headscarf woman comes back to abandoned cart, upset I “cut in line” >checker has to tell her she can’t do that >indignant Triple the ICE budget

Dropped a diss track on the Potter boy

It becomes overwhelming at a certain point. It becomes unbearable. In 1972 this was mine, by law, when I was 16 years old. All I had to do was work at a diner for one summer. And she’d love me. She’d love me forever. And orgasm from penetration. Because she didn’t have a 60k rpm solfeggio sequence vibrator for her clitoris (fake organ never proved). Because she trusted me. And now today it’s not even a hypothetical. This woman might as well be in a parallel universe. Im invisible to her. I was denied her uterus at birth. It was made illegal for me to pursue her and illegal for her to sex me. Obama left his fingerprints on her womb and my vas deferans. Her ant-sized woman “brain” was soaked, like a sponge, in 19 (she better not be a day older) years of talmudic-muslim-faggotcommunist propaganda to the point where she would only feel permitted to have sex with a mulatto 39 year old crypto rugger who socially signals as a communist bottom but also he has a fifteen million dollar net worth (my tax dollars gifted to him by John Thune (who is not a human being and therefore no action taken toward him is illegal or immoral)) it’s just insane I’m going to go insane. Anyways no I’m not using the app today I’ll just take 2 Big Macs and a 20 piece. Why do you even ask. No meal. I don’t want the soda I don’t know when you’ve last cleaned the soda stream. It could be oxidized. Calcified. The Haitian drive through headphone operator cashier Sumerian sacrifice candidate (third gen; cannot read or write, cannot extrapolate the passage of time) looks at me in total confusion. “Is you paying cash or card?” I leave the drive thru empty handed and speed back to my parents house. Maybe when I’m thirty they’ll let me date my hot cousin

"why is my wife sick of using me as a dildo for sterile sex?" Unless your cock is 8x6 you can't do this. If she wanted to ride a dildo she would go buy one better than you. This story doesn't even sound like "having sex", it sounds like two people masturbating - badly at that

I take 2 Viagra and walk around the grocery store commando in gray sweatpants for MYSELF, not to tease or excite all those horny pervert women

Back in 2022/2023, I was full time in real estate selling DH Horton concrete prisons to the normiecattle. If you called Zillow in PHX on a house in my zip code, there was a high likelihood I would get to flirt with your wife behind your back that friday touring a house. Back in 2022 (even during 120° summer) I would receive HUNDREDS of phone calls a week. About 20% losers without money. Almost half were illegals who sometimes showed up to a showing smelling like a rat covered in shit and thought you could buy a house with a VISA. But some of those were solid leads—people who are stupid enough to think $3500 /month for a toasty gray floor whitewash shitbox in a sand-colored favela was somehow going to improve their life. Those watery-eyed Disney Adults who would flop out of a Honda Odyssey with a useless Rocket Mortgage pre-approval gripped tightly in their grimy paws. On average during off season I probably did about 15 house showing appointments a week. I had my fun, made some money along the way, and got out of the industry. But I get calls every now and again from former clients and colleagues. Usually shooting the shit. Just had one call me earlier this evening asking what I think about selling his house I bought him (VA loan, great floor plan, very affordable). Military wants him to relocate so he's been on the market for 100+ days. Price cut down to the lowest in his area (300s). Open house every weekend. Nothing. He's panicking and asking me what to do. I get a wild hair and text my old head-taker (MLO who won loan officer of the year twice in a row) to see what's shaking. Turns out he had to sell his boat last month and considering his house. He used to sling refis and HELOCs like a drug mule does fent on Indian School and the 17. Guy made close to a million a year 2020-2023. You wouldn't know it because he's a few bad more months before going broke. I do not see a future where real estate doesn't crash. There's simply too many illiquid deranged boomers who are drunk on decades of cheap money, shitty margaritas and will either be forced into selling or die like a 3% interest rate pharoah. I worked with too many of them (I have hundreds of stories) of Deborahs and Chucks, Dales and Sues, Bobs and Jeanies who are do not understand that Zoomers cannot afford the lifestyle inflation nor want their decrepit upranches. Remember; every day 10,000 boomers hit 65. Then 5500 die daily. Consider that real estate supply is already high, demand is already low and this is before a wave of Margaritaville Shitboxes hit the market at delusional prices. If Meemaw and Peepaw are calling the shots they are going to drag their feet until their heels turn to hamburger—even if nobody puts an offer in. That means buyers will wait longer and make them bleed because a $4800 a month payment at 7+% interest rate is not feasible for an Amazon Prime Ring Doorbell goyserf family. And if they get put in a house or croak the kids always want cash out. They'll price cut until they sell, which means tanking the whole neighborhood's value. Enjoy the show 🍿

this book hit young men so hard because you’re in middle school being forced to read the absolute worst most torturous irrelevant things imaginable for multiple years and then out of nowhere they hit you with 200 pages of “kid has to survive in the woods with an axe”

>I support the death penalty "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" >Jesus supports the death penalty "But what if you get sentenced to death??" >If I ever commit a heinous enough crime, then I should be put down "B-B-But-" >Use a firing squad.

Attention Goofy Retard: I am surrounded by feralized blacks in the ramshackle favela that my squalorous binbox shithole apartment is located in. My rent is $4000 a month. Not sure what the deal is, but I don’t get it. Step 1: The only activity I can afford to do is play video games. Step 2: Hi Stella at Great Clips thanks for cutting my hair because I’m too retarded to have ever picked a better barber in my life (literally anyone) can you “get my lettuce right” Step 3: Stella gave me the “Sad Faggot” taper and now I look like a Morrowind character. It’s time to look up tutorials on YouTube for how to brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Step 4: After detailing my sick ass Scion xD I immediately get brake checked by a Mexican woman on the I-5 who has literally nobody in front of her. I get out to exchange information and she frowns at me and makes confused indifferent faces to gesticulate that she never has had insurance or even knows what that is. Step 5: Sign up for a yoga class after reading Rape Tips on Twitter. Step 6: Take the bus to the yoga class Step 7: Get detained and arrested for saying hello to the woman with 5 tattoos next to me (Dirt Dog please help me, what’s an arraignment?) Step 8: God rewinds the scenario and sets up a date for me just to keep the hypothetical going. Step 9: Send 5 texts in a row and turn her messages into your fucking blog. It’s important women know that you’re thinking about them constantly, they definitely don’t get the ick from that and despise you for being a DATE guy. Step 10: Tape two different bouquets of flowers together like a psychopath despite the fact that every grocery store on earth already has bouquets put together by florists. Give them to this withered hag who has mentally put you into the “free dinner” filing cabinet in her mind. Step 11: Be an obsequious little marmot and fold your hands neatly while bending over backwards for this vapid gruel slurping peasant who has a body count exceeding that of a medieval prostitute. Provided you paypig her you are highly likely to get yourself an opportunity for providing free dinner #2 and becoming the first on bench to warm her up for her sneaky links later. Keep going until the eating pussy guide you studied on Reddit pays off and you find a mentally ill horse face girl on Hinge who’s got a nice vulnerable window of desperation. That’s when you know Israel will have at least 3 more corn fed homunculi to fight its wars in the future. Chris Hatch’s life is complete living in middle American porridge town raising grain brain mutants with his ham hock barnyard heffer wife. He could be convinced by a radio ad to start drinking toilet water as a joke and if he were alive in Victorian England he would be swinging squirrels by their tails into wooden poles until they were more liquid than solid while local kids tossed apple cores at him and paid him shillings to swallow rocks. If he was exposed to what the actual world is like for 24 hours, the only thing stopping him from sprinting headfirst into a concrete wall is the aneurysm robbing him of the opportunity. His golem existence will go unabated as he subsists off a diet of macaroni and chopped up hotdogs until one day the electricity stops working and then the plumbing stops too. He will have absolutely zero skills or resources to protect himself or his family from roving bands of men who actively engage in the future version of “how to get dates with women” at gunpoint. Happy Hunting.