I’m broken hearted, someone I thought I knew for over 30 years is gone and did so in a horrible way 😢😢😢😢

I love word games! You can play forever when that’s all this is!

IF YOU WERE COMING IN THE FALL If you were coming in the Fall,
I’d brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly. If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls—
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse—If only Centuries, delayed,
I’d count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman’s Land. If certain, when this life was out—
That your’s and mine, should be—
I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity— But now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—
That will not state—its sting. Emily Dickinson

What do you want from me?

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🚨NEW: Our critique of a major "brain sex" study is now published. @AdamRochussen, @NeuroSGS, and I evaluate a central premise of gender activism and medicine: that trans-identifying people have brains that are shifted away from their sex and toward their "gender identity." The "brain sex" concept is so central because it purports to provide an empirical scientific basis for the notion that a child can be "born in the wrong body" and would therefore benefit from body-altering medical procedures to align their body with their mind/brain. The problem is that this concept is pure pseudoscience and propped up by deeply flawed methods and badly misinterpreted data. One of the most prominent studies is Kurth et al. (2022), published in the Journal of Clinical Medicine, which claimed that the brains of transgender women are shifted away from their sex and toward their "gender identity." The paper became one of the journal’s most accessed articles and has been cited in major media outlets, scientific papers, legal arguments, and policy discussions involving pediatric gender medicine and sports. We point out that the paper's headline conclusion rests on a series of serious methodological problems. Each group contained only 24 participants. The authors used poorly justified parametric methods, one-tailed post hoc tests, made no correction for multiple comparisons, and omitted important robustness checks. Once accounted for, the main finding is no longer statistically significant. An even more glaring failure of the study was that it failed to account for sexual orientation, despite its known association with neuroanatomical variation and despite the authors having the relevant participant data needed to examine it! We each repeatedly requested the anonymized participant-level data from the paper's lead author so we could independently evaluate the findings. We received no response. The evidence simply does not justify the sweeping "brain sex" conclusion for which this study has become famous. Our full critique in @Theory_Society is open access. Read it at the link below, and please cite it and share it whenever you encounter the false claim that trans people have brains that more closely resemble the sex they identify than their own sex. 🔗link.springer.com/article/10…

"If thou must love me…" (Sonnet 14) Elizabeth Barrett Browning If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. do not say, "I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

Always thinking of you !! ❤️ open.spotify.com/track/0bRXw…

Nine months after September 11, a village in Kenya with no electricity, no running water, and no roads gave America the most valuable thing it had. Fourteen cows. This is not a joke. It is one of the most serious gifts this country has ever received. Kimeli Naiyomah grew up in Enoosaen, a Maasai village near the Tanzanian border. His family was so poor they owned no cattle. Among the Maasai, that is the bottom. A family without cows is barely counted as a family. At fourteen he ran away to a school where the lessons were held under a tree. He walked. He had no shoes, no books, no money. He asked to be let in anyway. Years later he was a student at Stanford, in California, studying to be a doctor. On September 11, 2001, he happened to be in New York City. He watched the towers fall. He was a Maasai warrior. Warriors are trained from childhood to run toward danger. He wanted to run to the pile. He could not help there. He did not know what to do with what he had seen. Months later he went home to Enoosaen. The elders had heard something on the radio. Vaguely. A place called New York. Buildings. Some of them had not heard at all. Nobody in the village had ever seen a skyscraper. Nobody had been on an airplane. The idea of a building a hundred stories tall, full of thousands of people, falling down, was not something the language had words for. Kimeli sat with them and explained. Slowly. What a tower was. How many people. What it looked like when it came down. He told them what he had seen with his own eyes. The elders listened. When he finished, one of them asked a question. "What can we do for these poor people?" Kimeli had already decided. He had saved money in America. He wanted to buy a cow, the first cow his family had ever owned, and he wanted to give it to the United States. To the Maasai, a cow is not livestock. A cow is life. It is wealth, food, standing, survival. An elder explained it to a reporter in one sentence. A cow is the handkerchief we Maasai use to wipe away tears. Kimeli asked the elders for their blessing to give his one cow to America. Then, one by one, the elders stood up. They wanted to give too. In the end, fourteen families pledged fourteen cows. In a community of about ten thousand people who owned almost nothing else. On June 3, 2002, the United States chargé d'affaires in Kenya, William Brencick, traveled to Enoosaen. A flight, then more than half a day by road across terrain that barely counts as road. When he arrived, hundreds of Maasai in red robes were waiting. Some held hand-lettered banners. "To the people of America, we give these cows to help you." The elders presented the fourteen cows. Brencick accepted them on behalf of the United States. He called it the highest expression of regard and sympathy. Then there was a practical problem. How do you ship fourteen sacred cows to New York? The answer the two sides arrived at was better than shipping them. The cows would stay in Kenya. They would belong to the United States of America. The Maasai would care for them, forever, as America's herd. They are still there. The original fourteen have multiplied into dozens. Each one carries a mark carved into its ear, the outline of two towers. Their offspring fund scholarships for the children of the village. The U.S. embassy built a school there, and a water project. When the story reached America, forty thousand people wrote letters to the village. A painting of the fourteen cows hangs in the 9/11 Memorial Museum. A children's book about them became a national bestseller. Kimeli's own explanation was the shortest. To heal a sorrowing heart, give something that is dear to your own. A village that had never seen a skyscraper, that could not have found New York on a map, that owned almost nothing, gave America the one thing it valued most. Somewhere in Kenya tonight, there are cows with towers carved into their ears. They are ours. They were given to wipe our tears. 🇺🇸🇰🇪

The city of Rome has revealed, for the first time, the biggest Roman wall mosaic ever found – and a colorful fresco painted on a 2,000-year-old wall – the culmination of a massive 14-year restoration project. cnn.it/3SU9iSO

🚨 BOOM! All the hospices are gone. Not a single hospice remains. No more luxury vehicles and no more of your dollars funding their fraudulent scheme. They were all frauds. In this one location alone we saved America $30 million+. END IT ALL.

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, Freedom or loneliness? Charles Bukowski #writing Aetherhart

Marco spotted at the Freedom 250 Grand Prix 😂

Rome handed out free grain to 40,000 citizens in 73 BC. By 46 BC, Julius Caesar found 320,000 people lining up for their monthly ration. That eight-fold expansion happened in under three decades, and it shows you how welfare states actually grow. No Roman senator stood up and announced a plan to addict a third of the city to government bread. It happened incrementally, through political competition. Each magistrate who wanted votes expanded eligibility. Each expansion normalized the next one. The citizen who once considered the dole shameful eventually expected it, then demanded it, then organized politically to protect it. This is the core mechanism free market thinkers have identified across every era: once you create a transfer program, you create a constituency for that program. Recipients vote. Administrators build careers. Grain merchants who supply the state develop a stake in keeping the contracts flowing. The political economy locks in. Caesar, to his credit, actually cut the rolls back to 150,000 through verification audits. It was one of his more economically coherent moves, though the Senate still murdered him. His successors quietly let the numbers climb again. What did the dole require? Massive grain imports from Sicily, Sardinia, and Egypt, organized through state logistics at state expense, funded by taxation and conquest. When the conquest revenue dried up, the obligation remained. Rome had written a check against future military success, and future military success eventually failed to arrive. The lesson is not complicated. Distribute a benefit and you distribute dependency. Distribute dependency and you distribute political power to whoever controls the distribution. The grain dole didn't weaken Rome overnight, but it made every subsequent reform politically impossible.

🚨 California has officially passed AB 2624, aka “The Stop Nick Shirley Act”: The Senate and Assembly have passed the bill, and now it’s on the governor’s desk. California would rather protect fraudsters over law-abiding taxpayers. On August 26 be at the Capitol in Sacramento.