Life in prison wasn’t all that bad.

It’s like life. You adapt to the situation and shared discomfort. And everyone in prison is enduring some level of discomfort.

And you’ll make friends.

Even the most crazy anti-social dude will end up with friends in prison.

We are all surviving in various ways. You live. You adapt. You survive. And You get friends. Old geezers. And young “bucks”. And that’s just the reality.

Humans are social creatures.

And while there are all sorts of mischief, dangers and betrayals in prison, the core rules apply.

• People are social creatures.
• Keep to yourself and do not stand out.
• Erase your ego. It will get you killed.
• Take things day by day in little bites.

And with that being said…

It is FEAR that grips you before you enter prison that is the worst. Not the prison experience itself. Don’t let anyone fill your mind with fear. And if someone tries to get you all worked up avoid them.

Oh, and the television? The Internet? The media?

All designed to throw you into a tizzy full of fear.

Turn those fuckers OFF.

Today…

They follow the US orders against their own interest. That’s not independence.

Japan took the side of Ukraine and sabotaged its own energy and other deals with Russia. Was it because Japan had good relations with Ukraine? No. Japan isn’t independent and had to follow US orders.

South Koreans call China “boss” as China was the rich and biggest buyer of Korean products. But Samsung has all but disappeared from China, as well as K Pop and Korean cars. Because SK isn’t independent and had to allow the military garison of American military close to China, sabotaging its economic ties with China.

Only when countries can decided for themselves are they independent.

Why is the US birthrate falling?

Short answer:

Are you ready for some mind-blowing irony? The more money a society has, the more likely people are to have fewer kids, because they can’t afford them.

Crazy, right? It makes no sense. But that’s true so broadly that it’s practically a law of human societies.

Why does it work that way? Because wealthier societies develop radically different attitudes towards their kids. Poorer societies (which are usually farming and herding societies) see kids like this:

Children are expected to work, at least in simple tasks, from an early age. And in a society like that, children actually raise the income potential of the home. A large household can generate significantly more income than a small one. Children generally don’t cost much. They eat less, they don’t take up a lot of space (having their own rooms is laughable). You give them food and clothes and that’s about it.

Parents in wealthy societies, on the other hand, tend to see their kids like this:

Kids in these societies are HUGE money sinks. Their parents are expected to get bigger houses to give them more space, nicer clothes, more toys. You have to pay for medical care, child care, and all sorts of interventions if the child has any issues. Then you have to educate them. The wealthier you are, the more likely you’ll expect to put them in expensive, private schools from an early age. You get them dance classes and music classes and remedial classes in anything they fall behind in. You send them on class trips and pay for tutors and buy them a car when they turn 16, because all their friends have cars. And you don’t ever expect them to bring you income. That very idea is appalling to parents in western countries. Where parents to expect their kids to work, the kids keep the money they earn. You don’t expect your kids to take care of you in your old age. So every cent you put into raising your kid is a sacrifice, not an investment.

In economic terms, kids go from being financial assets to be very expensive luxury items.

What this all means is that, as nations become wealthier, it gets more and more difficult to raise kids, because the expectation of how they’ll be raised changes dramatically. And, in truth, like any luxury item, the very wealthy are more likely to splurge on them. In America today, the highly wealthy are more likely to have four or more kids than someone who’s merely middle class, or upper middle class. For the simple reason that they can afford it.

As America has grown wealthier, our birth rate has plummeted, and that’s happened over the last fifty years. We still have a higher fertility rate than one would expect from our economic position, but a lot of that is based on income inequality and high rates of immigration from more fertile countries. As people become wealthier and more acculturated to the American environment, their fertility rates tend to fall as well.

Chicago-Style Breaded Steak Sandwich

This is a much loved Chicago sandwich. The Italians in Chicago really know how to make yummy sandwiches. You won’t be disappointed!

Prep: 10 min | Cook: 30 min | Yield: 6 sandwiches

Ingredients

• 1/2 cup vegetable oil
• 6 sandwich steak or round steak cutlets, pounded to 1/8 inch thick
• Salt and pepper, to season
• 1 cup all-purpose flour
• 3 eggs, whipped with 2 tablespoons water
• 1 cup Italian seasoned bread crumbs
• 2 tablespoons fresh rosemary, chopped (added to bread crumbs)
• 1 1/2 to 2 cups tomato basil spaghetti sauce
• 6 French rolls
• 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
• 6 ounces hot or mild Giardiniera

Instructions

1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
2. Heat oil in a 12 inch skillet over medium heat.
3. Warm tomato basil sauce over medium heat in a skillet.
4. Season steaks with salt and pepper, then lightly coat in flour, shaking off excess.
5. Coat steaks in egg wash, again shaking off the excess egg, then press steaks into breadcrumbs, coating completely.
6. Fry 2 or 3 steaks at a time in the oil for about 2 minutes per side, or until deep golden brown.
7. Dip the steaks one by one into tomato basil sauce to coat, then transfer to French rolls, folding them into a v shape.
8. Sprinkle cheese and giardiniera into the fold of the steaks or over the top of the steaks, as desired, then wrap each sandwich in foil.
9. Place wrapped sandwiches in the oven. Bake for 3 to 5 minutes.

There are 100,001 things I wished India did better

• Be less Corrupt
• Be less Stockholm Syndrome
• Stop glorifying Celebrities and Politicians
• Stop being stupid
• Stop becoming religious Zealots
• Stop lying every second of every day with impunity
• Accept Criticism and don’t whine

The list is endless

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There is not one place where Indians can take some pride in India that doesn’t involve a Chessboard or a Blue jersey or a man named SS Rajamouli

It has become disgusting

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However my greatest wish for India is to

SHUT UP AND DELIVER SOMETHING CONCRETE WITHOUT YAPPING ABOUT IT

Always talk, Zero delivery

That is the India Model that has now become a laughing stock across the world

• India will be a major 6G power
• India will be developed by 2047
• India will do this
• India will do that

Always, Always the same yapping nonsense with no grounded reality

Deepseek was a major achievement

Yet the Chinese never spoke about it till it was launched and the entire world knew what it was and saw what it was

It eroded a Trillion Dollars market value in the US and added $552 Billion in the Chinese markets

An Indian Minister claims to be able to develop Indigenous GPUs by 2028

His own wife wouldn’t believe a word of it

The first international response would be “Is he HIGH?”

Others would go “Who is this 🤡”

Same story for everything from India

• Tejas
• DRDO Miracle cure
• IIT Delhi Miracle Drug
• Miracle Scramjet Engine

Words like “Cutting Edge”, “Dynamic”, “ Pathbreaking” and “Game changer” all used for a couple of headlines and then GRIM SILENCE

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So

All i want is for Indians to STOP BLOWING WORTHLESS TRUMPETS, to hunker down, to keep quiet, to accept criticism and to FINALLY DELIVER SOMETHING WORTHWHILE that the whole world can talk about

Those who can’t do this, they must face the Sanjay Gandhi treatment and ensure their genes stop with them

That’s the only way to win

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The advantage of having very low moral standard,

if not the lowest in human history.

I am not joking.

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Many westerners may think that they have the highest moral standard, and that’s why they kept accusing others.

For years, I have been watching many western accusations against China, and they are just wierd to me. Yesterday, someone said something about “translation tone”, which reminded me about this sense of being discordant.

The scenes about China described in western accusations don’t look like in China, but coming from the west.

I read about an artical saying Chinese officials locking Uyghur woman in a room and raping her, with police standing at side. There is somehow a process or ritual about such a rape thing, as in someone going out hunting women, officials going to certain places to rape them, police officers providing guardian service.

Until I read about 250 thousand UK girls under systemic rape for long period… fuck me, it’s pretty much the same.

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If I want to, not that I have done it nor I need to do it, scare my child, I’d probably go for something Chinese, something both me and my child can understand.

I wouldn’t try to scare the child with a clown or something else which is scary to western children, because that’s not going to work.

It may even work the opposite way if the only clown my child had even seen is a cute one.

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Many Chinese used to be confused about people of the US not trusting in vaccine and facemask during the pandemic.

Since the establishment of PR China, we have witnessed for many times how vaccine helping up defeating many virus and germs. So we trust the government to provide us with free and mandatory vaccines to our children.

We don’t know why the people of the US believe that their government would try to control their minds through antennas in the facemasks,

until we know things like Tuskegee Syphilis Study and Infected blood scandal in the United Kingdom.

No wonder their people don’t trust when their government told them that vaccines could save them, because only god knows what their government would put into the tubes.

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Because of such a low moral standard, not only the west could do colonization, but also they were able to justify it.

The theory is that people other than white are inferior whom cannot reach modernization on their own, but have to wait to be colonized by white people. So even if the colonizers cut off your arms and rape your daughters, it’s for your own good.

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The US, which is involved in almost every major military conflict after WWII and only has like 20 years in its entire life without war, still can proudly call itself as the peace keeper of the world, and accuse others for breaking the peace.

Because they have no moral burden to accuse others for something they have done and maybe even still are doing.

Such low moral standard gives them the advantage when digging the first bucket of gold.

The US used to steal technologies from the UK, and have their own copyright law specifically to protect the right to copy from overseas. Because it helps the industry to develop at early stage.

The US also like to accuse and sanction other countries for “IP theft”. Because it cannot allow other countries to have the chance to develop. Since the US already has military and financial hegemony, you could try to disobey the white house, just sit down and be prepared for your doom.

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It’s why the stories about China are full of western elements,

famine, as in the Great Famine happened in Ireland which the UK refused to lend a hand;

rape, as in the systemic rape in the UK;

homeless, as in the million homeless in the US;

concentration camp, as in the camps in Nazi Germany;

cotton picking, as in the black slaves did in the US;

human trafficing, as in the black slaves and forced prostitutions in the west;

child labour, as in the sweatshops doing OEM for western brands and child labours in the US and once in the UK.

Each of the elements somehow contributes a bit to the hegemony of the west, of the white people.

And there are more.

All the low moral behaviors give the west huge advantage in developing.

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This answer may be a bit shattered, because it’s such a huge topic and I don’t have the time to writes a 1 million word pager.

The foundamental idea is that the west don’t have the moral burden to slow them down, which gave them huge advantage at the early stage.

When advantages accumalated for a period, it becomes gap.

When someone tried to close the gap, the west just simply smash into the pursuer‘s head, like how the US did to Japan’s semi-conductor and machinary industry back in 70’s and 80’s.

The west only plays fair when they are in advantage. They play dirty when they fall behind.

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Don’t listen to what they say, look what they do.

They don’t promote renewable energy that much like before, because China’s photovoltaic panel almost dominated the market.

They don’t want free market anymore, because a 3000 dollar machinary can be sold for 9000 in the US, not including 5000 dollar transportation, because the similar machine made in the US costs 49000 USD.

The US got sued the most in WTO, so it just paralyzed WTO since 2019.

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Be noticed that there is nothing big and simple on earth.

So low moral standard is only a major reason why the west dominating the world.

It doesn’t mean any country could become a superpower simply by being a demon.

In China success is concluded into 3 words: 天时, 地利, 人和. It means the right time, right place, and right people.

Low moral gives the west advantage, it still needs the people to execute.

Evelyn walked through the park, the soft evening air brushing against her skin. The world felt hazy, as though the lines between the present and something deeper were beginning to blur. She didn’t know why she’d come to this park today. It was just another stop in her routine, or so she thought. Her steps slowed as she passed the fountain, the steady trickle of water seeming to echo in her chest.Then, she saw him.He stood by the path, facing away from her, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. His posture was familiar, as though she had seen him here before. Her heart picked up its pace, but she didn’t know why. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the park in a soft twilight glow, but there was something about him, something in the air that made everything feel too vivid, too… real.Evelyn stopped. Frozen. Her gaze fixed on him, her heart thrumming with an undeniable pull. It was like a current running through her, a recognition so ancient and deep that she couldn’t explain it. Her feet felt heavy, as though the ground beneath her was pulling her toward him. But she fought it, rooted to the spot, afraid to take the first step.He turned—just as she did.And for a heartbeat, everything stood still.Their eyes met. Time stopped. The world narrowed. The sounds of traffic, the rustling leaves, even her own thoughts, faded away. Nothing else mattered. It was just him, standing there, an expression so familiar that it felt like she had always been waiting for this moment.The connection was immediate. It was like an old song, one she hadn’t heard in ages but had always known. It wasn’t a shock—it was like coming home.

She didn’t know his name, not in this moment, but she knew everything else. She knew how it felt to hold him in the dark, the way his hands fit perfectly with hers. She knew his laugh, the warmth of it, even when she was miles away. The connection wasn’t just from this life—it was a thread woven through time, through all the lives they had shared.

He took a step toward her, and she stepped forward as well, drawn in by the pull between them. They moved in perfect sync, like two pieces of a puzzle, like two forces that had been waiting to collide. Her breath caught as their gazes locked again, the weight of everything that had come before flooding her chest.

And still, neither of them spoke.

Their connection was like a conversation that had been happening forever, one that hadn’t yet found its voice in language. A shared history—personal and universal. She felt the memories surging—fleeting flashes of faces, places, and laughter, many lifetimes compressed into an instant. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered except for this moment, this unspoken communication.

His gaze deepened, his pupils dilating, and she felt it—the exact moment when the world outside of them ceased to exist. The park faded, the hum of the city gone. There was only him. Only her. And the knowledge that this connection was not new—it was remembered.

Her heart raced faster now, unsure whether to rush forward or hold back. She stopped inches away from him, the air between them thick with understanding, with something too big to name. He looked at her, his expression unspoken but clear, and it was so powerful that it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.

There was so much to say, so much they both knew, but words didn’t matter. Not now.

In that fleeting moment before they kissed, everything inside her whispered, I’ve waited for you.

The look they shared wasn’t just a glance—it was the culmination of lifetimes, of every “hello” and every “goodbye” they had ever said to each other.

And still, neither of them spoke.

He leaned in, and she did too, drawn by the same magnetic force, as if some invisible cord between them was tightening, pulling them closer. Her heart pounded in her chest, the world falling away as their lips met—soft at first, like a question, a whisper of a kiss.

But it wasn’t a question. She felt the flood of memories again—of lives they had lived before. The kiss deepened, and with it, every single moment of their shared past rushed back in flashes. The passion, the pain, the love. All of it poured through her, through them.

The world around them disappeared. There was no park, no evening air, no sounds, no time. There was only him. Only the kiss. Every part of her felt like it was being filled up again, as though this kiss was the final piece of a puzzle she’d been unknowingly putting together for lifetimes.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, it was only then, in the quiet aftermath, that the world around them began to rush back into focus. They were in the park again, the chill of the evening air brushing against their skin, the faint sound of distant voices, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the feeling that now, they were finally whole.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes filled with something deep—something ancient. The intensity in his gaze held her there, rooted in the moment, as though he was searching for something in her—or maybe, as though they were both waiting for the same thing.

She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she touched his cheek, grounding herself in the warmth of his presence. His skin felt like home. His warmth seeped into her, and in that touch, she felt it again—their connection, stronger now than ever before.

She smiled softly, her heart still racing. “Hi,” she whispered, the word carrying the weight of everything they had just shared, everything that had been left unsaid but was understood.

He let out a breath, a small laugh escaping him, and for the first time, his lips curled into a smile that lit up his entire face.

“Hi,” he said, his voice low, and it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

It was such a simple word, but it felt like the beginning of everything.

“I’m Evie,” she said, breathlessly.

“Hi Evie. I’m Milo,” he said with an all too familiar smirk. And him saying her name had now become the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

And in that moment, she knew. This was it. This was the start of something they had been waiting for, not just in this lifetime, but in all the ones that had come before.

What shocked you about Estes Carter Thompson III, a former American flight attendant?

On September 2, 2023, Thompson was working as a flight attendant on an American Airlines flight traveling from Charlotte to Boston.

During the flight, he is said to have tried to record a 14-year-old girl while she was in the airplane bathroom. The teenager from North Carolina got up to use the bathroom in the main cabin, but it was already in use.

While she was waiting, Thompson allegedly told her that the first-class bathroom was free and took her there. Before she went into the bathroom, the Department of Justice reported that Thompson said he needed to wash his hands and mentioned that the toilet seat was broken.

When Thompson came out of the bathroom, a young girl went in and noticed some red stickers on the bottom of the toilet seat that was left up. The stickers said things like “inoperative catering equipment,” “removed from service,” and “seat broken.”

The Department of Justice claimed that Thompson hid his iPhone under the stickers to record the girl. The girl took a picture of the red stickers and the iPhone before she left the bathroom. Right after that, Thompson is said to have gone back into the bathroom.

After sitting back down, the girl showed her parents the picture, and they told the flight attendants, who then informed the captain. The girl’s dad is said to have confronted Thompson during the flight, and the DOJ reported that he went into the bathroom and locked himself in with his iPhone for about three to five minutes before the plane started to land. The captain alerted the police about what happened, and when the plane arrived at Boston’s Logan airport, Thompson was taken into custody.

Now Thompson is facing up to 20 years in prison for child exploitation. A massive trove of child p*rn was also found on his electronic devices.

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Sir Whiskerton and the Case of Cecil and Chester: Handymen with a Handbook

Or: How to Build a Chicken Coop Without Losing Your Mind

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale so hilariously chaotic, so brimming with mishaps and misunderstandings, that even the most patient of barnyard animals might question the wisdom of hiring handymen. Today’s story is one of hammers, handbooks, and two humans whose attempts at construction could only be described as… creative. So, grab your toolbox and a sense of humor, as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Case of Cecil and Chester: Handymen with a Handbook.

The Arrival of Cecil and Chester

It was a quiet morning on the farm, the kind of day where the sun shone brightly, the birds sang sweetly, and the animals went about their routines with the calm predictability of, well, farm animals. Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s self-appointed detective and philosopher, was perched on his favorite sunbeam, pondering the mysteries of the universe—or at least why the farmer insisted on wearing a hard hat while napping in the hayloft.

“Perhaps,” Sir Whiskerton mused aloud, “the farmer is preparing for a sudden hailstorm. Or perhaps he’s just deeply committed to safety.”

“Safety!” echoed Ditto, the ever-enthusiastic kitten, who had taken to repeating Sir Whiskerton’s words with the precision of a broken tape recorder.

But the tranquility was shattered by the sound of a sputtering engine and the clatter of tools. A rusty pickup truck rolled into the barnyard, its bed overflowing with lumber, nails, and what appeared to be a precariously balanced toolbox. Out stepped two humans: one tall and wiry, clutching a thick book titled The Handyman’s Handbook, and the other short and stocky, waving a hammer with reckless enthusiasm.

“Greetings, farm folk!” declared the tall one, adjusting his glasses. “I am Cecil, master handyman and proud owner of the Handyman’s Handbook. And this,” he gestured to his companion, who was now attempting to juggle three nails, “is Chester, my… enthusiastic assistant.”

“Enthusiastic!” Chester echoed, dropping the nails and accidentally hammering his own thumb. “Ow! But don’t worry, folks—I’m fine! Just a flesh wound!”

Doris the Hen, the farm’s chief gossipmonger, clucked disapprovingly. “And what, pray tell, are you two doing here?”

Cecil opened his handbook with a flourish. “We’ve been hired to build you a new chicken coop. A state-of-the-art structure, designed to the exact specifications of this book.”

“Book!” Ditto echoed, though he seemed more interested in chewing on a loose screw.

Sir Whiskerton raised an eyebrow. “A new chicken coop, you say? Fascinating. But are you certain you’re up to the task?”

Cecil puffed out his chest. “With the Handyman’s Handbook as my guide, there’s nothing I can’t build!”

Chester grinned. “And with me as his assistant, there’s nothing we can’t… uh… accidentally destroy!”

The Construction Catastrophe

The construction began with great fanfare. Cecil consulted his handbook religiously, reading aloud every instruction with the gravitas of a professor delivering a lecture. Chester, on the other hand, approached the task with the subtlety of a bull in a china shop.

“Step one,” Cecil intoned, “measure twice, cut once.”

“Got it!” Chester shouted, grabbing a saw and immediately cutting a board in half—lengthwise.

“Chester!” Cecil cried. “That’s not what ‘measure twice, cut once’ means!”

“Oops,” Chester said, scratching his head. “But hey, now we have two boards!”

The chaos only escalated from there. When the handbook instructed them to “nail the frame together,” Chester interpreted this as “throw nails at the frame and hope they stick.” When Cecil read, “Ensure the structure is level,” Chester responded by propping up one side of the coop with a stack of mismatched bricks.

Doris watched in horror as the so-called coop began to take shape—or rather, take shapes, as it resembled less a chicken coop and more a modern art installation. “This is an outrage!” she squawked. “I wouldn’t lay an egg in that thing if it were lined with gold!”

“Gold!” Ditto echoed, though he seemed more interested in chasing Chester’s runaway hammer.

Sir Whiskerton, ever the voice of reason, decided to intervene. “Cecil,” he said, “perhaps it’s time to consider that the handbook might not have all the answers.”

Cecil looked aghast. “Not have all the answers? Sir Whiskerton, this book is the definitive guide to handymanry! Every answer is in here!”

“Then why,” Sir Whiskerton asked, gesturing to the lopsided, nail-riddled structure, “does the coop look like it was designed by a squirrel on a sugar rush?”

Cecil opened his mouth to argue but paused. For the first time, he seemed to consider the possibility that the handbook might not be infallible.

The Moral of the Story

As the sun began to set, Cecil and Chester stood before their creation—a structure that could only generously be called a “coop.” It leaned precariously to one side, its roof was held together with duct tape, and one wall featured a door that opened directly into a tree.

“Well,” Cecil said, sighing, “it’s not exactly what the handbook described.”

Chester grinned. “But it’s got character! And hey, the chickens might like it.”

Doris clucked indignantly. “Like it? I wouldn’t let my worst enemy near that thing!”

Sir Whiskerton stepped forward. “Perhaps,” he said, “the real lesson here is that while books can provide guidance, they can’t replace creativity and common sense. Cecil, you learned to think outside the book. And Chester, you learned to… well, read the book.”

Chester nodded. “Yeah, I finally figured out what ‘measure twice, cut once’ means. It means… uh… measure twice, cut once!”

The animals chuckled, and even Cecil managed a smile. “I suppose you’re right, Sir Whiskerton. Sometimes, you have to trust your instincts—and your assistant, no matter how chaotic he may be.”

A Happy Ending

In the end, Cecil and Chester dismantled their disastrous creation and started over, this time combining the handbook’s instructions with a healthy dose of creativity. The new coop was sturdy, functional, and even had a few whimsical touches—like a tiny weathervane shaped like a chicken.

Doris, though initially skeptical, admitted that the coop was “acceptable.” The other hens moved in immediately, clucking happily as they explored their new home.

Sir Whiskerton returned to his sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day. The farm was at peace, the chickens were happy, and all was right in the world.

And so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new challenges, and hopefully, no more construction catastrophes. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.

The End.

Trump doesn’t say the word “China” every time he speaks like he used to, but Trump’s ultimate target will be China.

It shows that he has matured in his second term and knows to hide his true intentions.

Now that he has already raised 20% tariffs on China without saying a word, isn’t it obvious what he is going to do? He’s not pulling Russia in for the sake of a great unity between China, the US and Russia. When he finishes dealing with his internal problems, he is bound to strike hard at China.

We can see what Trump is doing:

1. unify America with the ‘MAGA’ party;
2. remove left-wing forces in Europe and foster right-wing governments to form new alliances;
3. exert strong pressure on Canada and Mexico to expand the U.S. sphere of influence in North America;
4. drawing in Russia and North Korea to lay the groundwork for the siege of China;

Trump these goals are very likely to be reached, because his opponents are really too weak, now both the U.S. Democratic Party and the gang of oily politicians in Europe, completely unbearable, with Trump is not a quantitative opponent. Only Zelensky is slightly tougher, so one has to be impressed.

As for Russia, it is exhausted after 3 years of Russia-Ukraine war, Trump throws an olive branch to Putin, of course Putin will take it.

Trump pulls Russia in, of course, in the hope that Russia will be able to encircle China in the future.

Recently Putin made a public statement saying that Ukraine doesn’t actually have rare earths, Russia has plenty of them and wants Russia and the US to work together.

Putin offers Russian and Ukrainian rare minerals to US

The proposal to give the US access to minerals would also include those from territories taken from Ukraine.

Some Chinese got upset and said that Russia betrayed China.

I can only say that this idea is too glassy-eyed, between China and Russia, no one is no one’s little brother, there is no such thing as betrayal.

If one day the United States to open the right bargaining chip, let Russia against China, Russia will not hesitate for a minute. As long as Putin hesitates, he will no longer be the Great Putin who can be compared with Catherine the Great.

Putin is the head of state of Russia, his allegiance is to Russia, and his agenda is Russian interests, not China. ok?!!!!

The key still lies in China’s own strength. If the gap in strength between China and the United States is too large, and the conditions offered by the United States to Russia are attractive enough, then China’s situation will not be optimistic.

So the next 4 years is an extremely critical 4 years for China, which happens to also be the time of Trump’s big adjustment and the shattering of the U.S. ally system, the time when the U.S. is at its weakest.

So there are two possible scenarios in 4 years:

• The first is China’s AI complete victory over the United States, 007 nuclear-powered aircraft carriers formally equipped to enter the military, the success of the manned moon landing, the chip industry chain monopoly in the world, Europe and Southeast Asia fall fully to China’s side … Trump looked at China so strong he can not help, he is a businessman, he will not do things that are not good for him, anyway, the United States has already taken Canada as 51 states, then the United States will obediently retreat to the Americas. In this situation, the peaceful coexistence of China, the United States and Russia is highly likely to occur.
• The second possibility is that the gap between China and the US is not too big, and Trump has accomplished all 4 things, then he is going to start focusing his firepower on China.

The likelihood of the first one occurring is 99.99%, which is basically a no-brainer.

The word “neutral” is not in the American lexicon

There would be no end to eastward enlargement of NATO. This would be the US unipolar world. If you play the game of Risk as a child like I did, this is the US idea: to have the piece on every part of the board. Any place without a US military base is an enemy, basically.

Neutrality is perhaps the dirtiest word according to the US mindset. If you’re an enemy, we know you’re an enemy. If you are neutral, you are a subversive, because you’re really against us, but just not telling us. You’re only pretending to be neutral. So, this was indeed the mindset.

Russia learns from China’s wisdom to deal with the United States

Recently, Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov said that Russia is readjusting its strategy towards the United States, and China’s approach is becoming an important reference point.

He also emphasized that Russia and the United States can not agree on all issues, but can be like China and the United States, “fighting but not broken”, that is, in the competition at the same time to seek cooperation, to avoid conflict out of control.

In the past few years, Russia and the United States relations almost fell to the freezing point, and recently, with the rise of Trump, the two sides in Saudi Arabia, Turkey and other places in the negotiations although there are signs of easing, but in the key issues are still deadlocked.

In the face of reality, Russia seems to realize that it is almost impossible to completely repair U.S.-Russian relations, rather than hoping for “complete reconciliation”, it is better to learn from the Chinese model – in the competition to find space for cooperation, and in the confrontation to maintain the initiative.

Americans On Rednote Left In SHOCK By Chinese Low Cost Of Living & Futuristic Technology

Ginger lay on the sofa, her hands listlessly attached to the arch of her cranium.She couldn’t describe this feeling, the way her heart spun around in her chest like butterflies whipping around in a cage.Or the way, her skin melted like butter everytime Yunus walked into class with his tar-colored hair which miraculously managed to stay in place, atop a luscious exotic jungle. She couldn’t really describe it but she’d try through the permanent smile that licked her face like a gold-encrusted gemstone.Her eyes would tell a different story, they would sparkle and shine as though she’d discovered the unforetold meaning of life – perhaps she had. 

But, she didn’t know what it was, she felt.

 

Ever since Holland Mayfair III banned love and intimate relations, love was a long-forgotten word, or feeling. Birth was through an inception ceremony in which five-thousand women would come together in a chamber and promptly met by a charge nurse with a small tube of semen and some eggs, the insertion process was done by a robotic tool known as a Dialator.

 

Some women would scream, others would lay silent, nobody enjoyed the moment but it had to be done. It was your sacred duty as a woman to promote the natality of our species.

 

But for now, Ginger wasn’t visualizing this mandatory phase of her life. A fresh scent grew from a memory, it was Yunus’ cologne. It was exotic, the fragrant aroma of pine and primordial forest with a hint of sage, lavender and some other exotic spice she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

 

Tess had seen cases like this before. Wild young girls with words serenading the air at warped speed and tongues wagging like husky’s salivating over a fresh piece of meat.

 

She couldn’t quite recall if she ever felt this way. She probably had but her memories were hazy now, almost like the script had fazed out any ounce of her existence. She just let it be.

 

Tess wrote some notes on a blank piece of paper. They were odd words that she could recall later or during the session that would help her navigate this new found zest in her patient, would it mean anything after all?

 

Ginger helped herself up to a seated position, she crossed her legs in robotic succession as her smile was tossed with all the other emotions that she’d granted herself to let loose during this session.

 

The clock on the wall dwindled down to the final minutes and seconds as her session concluded.

 

She stood up, shook Tess’s out-reached hand and diverted her gaze to the doorway that swiftly opened as the receptionist entered almost on a comical schedule.

 

Ginger was somewhere else. Tess wasn’t sure and that challenged her to think aloud, why was she so damn happy?

 

This sense of comfort and tender appreciation for life was not something the therapist was content with. It was strange, and had a bizarre reproachment on her own mental journey, where it was spiralling now in the direction of wanderment.

 

A few days had passed, Ginger had waited for Yunus to bounce through the door with his black tussle of hair, but over the course of what seemed like an endless wave of days, nothing happened.

 

Ginger had gone from a girl whose skin had chaffed like thick morsels of butter melting off green beans, to ice that stayed the course.

 

Her smile that had glimmered earlier in the week, weakened. It was just barely holding on and she didn’t know if she should attempt to pursue whatever it was she was meant to be pursuing or put a tarp over it and wait until the ikky storm had passed.

 

She didn’t know, she hoped someone would give her a sign.

 

Four days passed since her epiphany with Tess. It was the day of a crucial science test on the dawn of time, one that would set her up for the rest of her school year. But she didn’t care, the energy had drained from her light, she’d lost the charisma and warmth that had nourished her, and now nothing mattered beyond the next breath which by her accounts was agonisingly long.

 

She wanted to know why she felt like this. What was this feeling, it wasn’t anger or happiness, it was something she couldn’t describe when Tess asked the other day. What was it?

 

She was dying inside, she was lonely and empty and car on its last last few drops of gasoline. What was making her feel like this?

 

She started to question her own moral compass and which direction it was spinning her in. She couldn’t shake the feeling that people were watching and judging her and that she may end disappearing like some other women did before her. She couldn’t imagine where they went to.

 

There were myths though of a baby-making farm. It sounded absurd but it’d explain where the slave children came from. They were supposedly orphans whose mothers died during childbirth but there were too many of them to be a coincidence.

 

Yunus turned up on the fifth day, his hair had lost its bounce. His skin paler in comparison to other days, the gleam in his eye had dried up like a Saharan winter storm.

 

Strangely, Ginger had a new feeling. Compassion. She felt sad for Yunus and she wanted to comfort him. Was that allowed? It wasn’t, that she knew but it didn’t make it any less strange that she wanted to be beside him. She ached to smell his cologne and to glare into his eyes with all its wisdom and pain.

 

She wanted to comfort him.

 

Instead she watched him from across the class. The teacher was waffling on about something called the theory of a relativity, but Ginger didn’t care.

 

She was too observant of the pain that stained Yunus’ eyes. She felt his hurt, his sadness became her own, and suddenly she was not at liberty to stop it.

 

It consumed her. She was a passenger onboard its journey.

 

Yunus said nothing as he walked past Ginger in the hallway outside class. Ginger was adamant she could not give up on pursuing this feeling.

 

Two days went by, she was due another a session with Tess but she skipped it and waited outside general science class.

 

Yunus walked out with his friend Eric, a stocky quarterback with wavy blonde hair and a boyish charm that resonated through his ice blue eyes. But it wasn’t Eric that Ginger was waiting for.

 

Ginger gathered up the courage and she lined for Yunus. She had something to ask him but she wasn’t sure what, that was until she arrived in front of him, then as though it was a natural condition of her being, she knew what she wanted to say.

Horseshoe Sandwich with Idaho® Fingerling Fries

The Horseshoe is a regional specialty in the Springfield, Illinois area. It is an open-faced sandwich on toasted bread that can utilize a variety of meats, topped with French fries and a creamy cheese sauce.

Yield: 4 sandwiches

Ingredients

Sandwich

• 4 toasted slices Texas toast
• 6 Idaho® Russian Banana Fingerling potatoes, sliced into fries
• 2 teaspoons olive oil
• Freshly ground Italian seasoning blend
• 4 grilled hamburger patties, sprinkled with steak seasoning and seasoning salt before cooking
• 1 medium onion, sliced
• 1 cup fresh mushrooms, sliced
• 1 red or green bell pepper, cut into large chunks
• 2 tablespoons butter

Cheese Sauce

• 2 tablespoons butter
• 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1/2 teaspoon dried basil
• 1 cup milk
• 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese

Instructions

1. Lay out potato slices onto cookie sheet lined with foil.
2. Drizzle olive oil over potatoes and use brush to evenly coat them.
3. Grind Italian seasoning over potatoes until there is a nice, even dusting of seasoning.
4. Place in oven heated to 425 degrees F. Bake for 15 to 18 minutes or until fries are cooked throughout and lightly brown.
5. Place onion, mushroom and pepper in foil. Place butter on top and sprinkle with freshly ground Italian seasoning. Tent foil and close. Place in oven. (They should be softened by the time the fries finish cooking.)
6. While the fries and vegetables bake, start on cheese sauce by melting butter in a small saucepan. Once melted, add flour and stir to make a roux.
7. Add milk and basil and stir constantly until it starts to bubble. Continue stirring for two to three more minutes until it begins to thicken.
8. Add shredded cheese gradually, stirring constantly as it melts.
9. Lay out toasted bread on plates, topped with hamburger patty. Spoon vegetables on top of burger, followed by a layer of fries. Top with cheese sauce.

Notes

Grilled vegetables, such as green peppers and onions, are also common on a Horseshoe sandwich. Alternate meat suggestions include smoked ham, pulled pork and grilled chicken breast.

What caused the obesity epidemic in the United States?

Look at this bottle of Coca-Cola.

It is the classic 1.5 – 2 lt bottle that we sell. Now look at these:

These are bottles of Coca-Cola sold in America, in addition to having much more sugar than those sold in Europe, each one is in a 5-liter package. Now look at this fried chicken:

each pack contains a whole chicken, and not small chickens like in our rotisseries but large chickens stuffed with steroids to make them gain mass. Now let’s look at French fries: in our country a pack contains 125 grams of product, 250 for the family pack and they are fried in sunflower oil. In America the packs can contain up to 1 kg of product and even more; furthermore they are fried in cottonseed oil which is cheaper but creates addiction in consumers, basically the more they eat the more they want. This is a pack of US meat treated with growth hormones.

In Europe, the trade of meat treated with hormones, especially estrogen, has been prohibited since 1981, but in America it is sold without any problems, with all the problems that this entails. Are we still surprised why Americans are so obese?

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