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Modern Christians have been wrongfully conditioned by the culture to believe the worst sin they can commit isn’t murder, adultery, or idolatry - it’s “judging.”
Remember, we are to judge righteously.
Absolutely ghoulish.
NEW BORN INFANTS CAN BE TERMINATED (INFANTICIDE) AFTER A LIVE BIRTH IN MINNESOTA
MN Governor Tim Walz signing to REPEAL the Minnesota “Born Alive Infants Protection Act.”
Now a botched abortion (an infant born alive after a botched abortion) or a healthy new born infant, Can Now Be LEGALLY TERMINATED after a live birth. This is defined as INFANTICIDE. Keeping the new born drugged until it's death is been labled as " COMFORT CARE"
Look how elated the women around Waltz are behaving…
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After seeing a post on it yesterday, I’ve looked more deeply into Anthropic’s purchasing and destruction of millions of used books.
They spent tens of millions of dollars acquiring and destroying books to train their AI model, Claude.
They knew, from the beginning that it would be unpopular. They knew what they were doing, was wrong.
An internal memo from 2024 stated:
“Project Panama is our effort to destructively scan all the books in the world.”
“We don’t want it to be known that we are working on this.”
Why used books?
Companies like Anthropic and Meta found it impractical to gain permission from authors and publishers to use their work.
So instead, they stole their work to train their product through mass purchases of used books and through pirating them from the internet.
The authors of these works, didn’t receive a dime for their efforts. These companies stole the hard won literary talent of others to train machines to replace the victims of their theft.
Anthropic cofounder Ben Mann personally downloaded countless books for this purpose from LibGen, a book pirating website.
When a new book piracy website debuted in 2022, Mann sent an email sharing the link with his employees stating: “just in time!!!”
Meta employees were wary about the piracy of books, with one engineer writing, “Torrenting from a corporate laptop doesn’t feel right.”
Anthropic purchased millions of books, in batches of tens of thousands from Better World Books and U.K.-based World of Books.
They then used a “hydraulic powered cutting machine” to slice off the spines of these books before scanning them. Finally, the remains of these books were picked up for recycling.
Feel free to use AI, it’s a free country.
But remember that, if you use Claude, that Anthropic has committed a great wrong, and they knew that they were doing it from the beginning.
Below is an image, from a court case, of a warehouse full of used books, that instead of being held and read by you and your children, have been destroyed forever.
AI is inevitable, but spend your money on the companies who do good, and do not knowingly commit evils.
May the most moral company win.
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There's an asymmetry in how liberals and conservatives evaluate one another.
Liberals dehumanize conservatives more than conservatives suspect. Conservatives dehumanize liberals less than liberals suspect.
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In 1778, George Washington couldn't find a good horse. A wealthy Virginian named Thomas Nelson Jr. heard about it and quietly sent him one of his own.
A charger that stood steady under cannon fire. Washington named him Nelson, after the friend who gave him.
Thomas Nelson Jr. had signed the Declaration of Independence. In 1781 he became governor of Virginia. When the fighting reached his doorstep, he raised the state militia and spent almost his entire fortune funding it.
That October, Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown. Both Washington and Thomas Nelson Jr. were there.
Nelson Jr., leading the militia he went bankrupt to fund.
And Washington, riding his favorite warhorse, named after the same man.
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Never tell Mad Anthony Wayne the odds.
In July 1779, the British held a rocky point jutting into the Hudson, 150 feet of cliff and swamp. Bristling with fifteen guns and sharpened stakes driven into the ground.
Washington needed Stony Point taken and handed the job to Wayne.
The plan was to go in at night with unloaded muskets. Bayonets only. Any man who fired a shot or broke ranks was to be shot by his own officers.
Just before midnight, two columns waded into the marsh. Each was led by twenty volunteers called the Forlorn Hope. These men went first to hack a path through the stakes with axes. The men expected to die, and most did.
(If you've listened to my podcast, you will know that Peter Francisco was a vital part of this Forlorn Hope).
A third detachment of North Carolinians fired on the center as a feint, the only muskets in the whole assault.
Wayne went in with the right column. A musket ball grazed his scalp and put him on the ground. His aides got him up and he stormed into the fort.
Twenty-five minutes, start to finish. Sixty-three British dead. More than five hundred prisoners. Just Fifteen Americans killed.
At two in the morning Wayne wrote to Washington.
"The fort and garrison, with Colonel Johnston, are ours. Our officers and men behaved like men who are determined to be free."
Congress gave Mad Anthony a gold medal.
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His master wouldn't even give him a candle. So this orphaned carpenter's apprentice taught himself to read by the light of burning scraps of wood at night. He would grow up to sign the Declaration of Independence and become a governor. Meet George Walton.
If you want the definition of self-made, it's this man.
Walton was born in Virginia around 1749 into poverty, and it got worse fast. Both of his parents were dead by the time he was twelve. An orphan with nothing, he was handed off as an apprentice to a carpenter to learn a trade and survive.
His master worked him hard and had little use for books or learning. The story that survives is almost unbelievable in its pettiness. The man wouldn't even spare young George a candle so he could read after his workday was done. Most kids would have given up right there. Walton didn't. He gathered up scraps and knots of wood, lit them, and read by that flickering, makeshift light night after night, teaching himself everything he could get his hands on.
Think about the will that takes. A poor orphaned laborer, exhausted from swinging a hammer all day, refusing to let anyone keep him ignorant, feeding a fire just to see the pages.
That determination carried him out of the carpenter's shop entirely. He moved to Georgia, studied law, and was admitted to the bar. The self-taught orphan became an attorney.
Then the Revolution, and he threw himself into it. He rose to lead Georgia's Council of Safety, was sent to the Continental Congress, and in 1776 he signed the Declaration of Independence as one of its youngest signers.
He didn't just sign, either. He fought. Walton became a militia officer, and when the British stormed Savannah, he was shot, wounded badly, knocked from his horse, and taken prisoner. He was held captive until he was finally exchanged. He carried the effects of those wounds for the rest of his life.
And still he kept climbing. The orphan who read by burning wood scraps went on to serve as governor of Georgia, twice, as a United States senator, and as a judge for fifteen years. He died in 1804 as one of the most accomplished men in his state.
A penniless orphan denied a simple candle, who lit his own fire to educate himself, and rose all the way from a carpenter's bench to signing the birth certificate of a nation.
George Walton. Nobody gave him the light. He made his own.
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250 years ago today, on June 28, 1776, a half-finished fort made of palm tree logs and sand did something it had no business doing: it beat the most powerful navy on earth and saved the American South. We just hit the 250th anniversary of one of the most improbable victories of the entire Revolution.
The setup looked hopeless. A massive British fleet under Admiral Sir Peter Parker sailed into Charleston harbor to crush the rebellion in the south before it could grow. Guarding the city was an unfinished little fort on Sullivan's Island, defended by Colonel William Moultrie and a few hundred men. The walls weren't even done. One British officer reportedly figured they'd flatten it in an hour.
Then the palmetto logs did the impossible. The fort was built from soft, spongy palmetto wood packed with sand, and instead of shattering when the British cannonballs hit, the logs just absorbed them. Iron sank into the mush and stuck. The fleet hammered that fort for hours and could not break it, while the American gunners coolly fired back and tore the British warships apart. Several ships ran aground. Admiral Parker himself got hit so hard that the blast literally ripped the seat out of his pants.
And then the moment that became legend. When a cannon blast knocked the fort's flag down, Sergeant William Jasper climbed out over the wall, in the middle of the bombardment, grabbed the fallen colors, and raised them back up so everyone could see the fort still stood.
By nightfall the British fleet limped away. They wouldn't seriously come back to the south for nearly three more years. South Carolina loved that fort so much it put the palmetto tree on its state flag, where it still flies today.
A quarter of a millennium later, the lesson still lands. Sometimes the thing everyone writes off as too soft and too unfinished to matter is the exact thing that refuses to break.
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In 1887, Mark Twain was asked what books every boy and girl should read.
He responded with a list of seven.
It's a list of Great Books, and they're not just for kids.
I think adults should read them, too -- or, at least, read this thread about them: 🧵
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Roger Scruton on defending Western civilization. He nails it:
“I myself have obviously got into an awful lot of trouble through defending Western civilization. It seems a strange feature of our times that the more you’re disposed to defend it, the more you are regarded as some kind of narrow-minded bigot. But the people who make that accusation are the real ones with the narrow mind. They’re people who do not see exactly how large and comprehensive our civilization has been and still is.”
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One of the greatest and oldest special effects in history can be witnessed in Rome today
And it has been playing out, on cue, for nearly 2000 years...
Each year on April 21, the traditional birthday of Rome — the legendary date Romulus founded the city in 753 BC — the midday sun pierces the oculus at the crown of the Pantheon's dome and casts a perfect disk of light that settles squarely on the temple's entrance.
For roughly two minutes and fifty seconds, the bronze doors blaze gold...
At that exact moment, the Emperor would step across the threshold, his body swallowed in sunlight, as though the heavens themselves were handing him the city.
Hadrian's engineers designed the entire building as a cosmos in miniature: the interior is exactly 43.3 metres wide and 43.3 metres tall, meaning a perfect sphere fits inside it.
The Roman senator Cassius Dio wrote that the vaulted roof was meant to resemble the heavens themselves...
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Another one of my favorite accounts worthy of a follow if you enjoy Western Art and Architecture.
ABS does fantastic research that goes into behind the scenes stories behind some of the greatest masterpieces.
Let’s continue to fill X with beauty!
Don’t walk, run from this feminist “chimera” version of the Odyssey which they admit is completely divorced from the male author’s interpretation and centuries of trusted translating. I highly recommend Alexander Pope’s translation.
When Emily Wilson published her translation of The Odyssey, it quietly but decisively shifted how many readers understood one of the foundations of Western literature. For centuries, English versions of the poem had been shaped by male translators who often filtered Homer’s Greek through Victorian, Edwardian, or mid-20th Century assumptions about gender, class, and morality. Wilson approached the text with a different aim: fidelity not to tradition, but to the language itself.
Her translation pays close attention to what the Greek actually says, rather than what earlier translators assumed it meant. Where previous versions softened Odysseus into a noble hero or exaggerated the moral failings of female characters, Wilson strips away editorial judgment. Words that had long been rendered with moralizing or misogynistic overtones—especially when applied to women, servants, or the enslaved—are reexamined and translated with consistency and precision. A term describing women as sexually suspect, for example, is no longer quietly upgraded to “faithful” or “pure” when it suits male sympathy.
Equally important is what Wilson avoids. She resists anachronistic language that romanticizes violence, hierarchy, or domination. Her Odysseus is clever and ruthless, not automatically admirable; Penelope is intelligent and strategic, not merely patient and chaste. Enslaved women are named as enslaved, not euphemized into “maids,” forcing modern readers to confront the social realities the poem assumes rather than smoothing them away for comfort.
Wilson’s choices don’t modernize Homer—they clarify him. By refusing to insert gendered judgment or inherited bias, her translation reveals how much earlier versions reflected the values of their translators rather than the ancient text. The result is an Odyssey that feels sharper, more unsettling, and more honest: a poem about power, survival, and storytelling itself, finally allowed to speak without centuries of moral varnish.
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#archaeohistories
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I just want everyone to understand that America has not been trying. We bully our smart kids. We spend 1000 times more on special education than gifted and talented programs. We eliminated honors classes in the name of equality. We even came up with a replacement for phonics so stupid that half our kids can’t read. Then we take the smartest kids that survive this system, and we racially and sexually discriminate against them for entry into college. Then we do that again when they apply for their first job. And again for every job after that. Then we undercut them in favor of foreign labor that’ll do worse work for cheaper. Most kids see this and just say “fuck it” and focus on sports, or trying to be an influencer, or just give up on trying altogether. Meanwhile in places like China every kid spends 16 hours a day studying trig tables or gets the belt. Yet America is still number one. In everything. There is so much latent potential in the American people. We have tried before. We crossed a continent and carved this country out of clay. We recrossed the oceans and conquered the world by accident as a favor to our friends. One day (hopefully soon), we are going to start trying again. America will wake up. Don’t be on the wrong side when it does.
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“Nature has made us unequal.”
In De Legibus (“On the Laws”), Cicero argues that inequality is not an injustice to be corrected but a fact imposed by nature.
Justice, for him, is not the equal distribution of power or honor, but their proportionate assignment according to capacity.
Law does not exist to deny the harsh structure of life, but to impose form upon it.
A republic collapses when it treats unequal men as equals.
It endures only when differences of capacity are acknowledged as realities to be governed, not errors to be erased.
Nature does not endow all men alike, and political order survives only by enforcing discipline upon that truth.
