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Once again we’d like to thank Macron and France for showing the world what socialism, open borders and Islamification looks like.
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The heart attack was first described in a medical journal in 1912, and the man who described it had trouble finding a second case.
Doctors had been opening chests for 300 years. They had dissected kings, paupers, drunks and the obese, and the blocked coronary artery was a rarity you wrote up.
A young Boston cardiologist started practising in 1911. He later said he did not see his first heart attack patient until 1921, and then they came in a flood.
By 1950 it was the biggest killer in the United States. By 1960, in Britain.
Victorian England ate butter, dripping, suet, bacon and cream, and smoked like a chimney, and the coronary ward did not exist.
The Masai lived on milk, meat and blood, and the doctors who went looking in the 1960s could not find heart disease among them.
So what arrived between the dissecting rooms of 1900 and the coronary care units of 1960?
Crisco launched in 1911. Cottonseed oil hardened into a block that looked like lard.
Margarine followed it into every kitchen.
By 1960 a quarter of American fat came out of a seed press that had not existed in 1900.
The seed oil goes into your blood on the LDL particle. It is the part of the particle that oxidises. The oxidised particle is what the artery wall takes in.
The cholesterol was in the butter for a thousand years and the artery stayed open.
Then the fat changed, and a disease nobody had heard of became the way most people die.
The guideline blames the butter. The butter has an alibi going back to the Bronze Age.
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Perhaps no photo has ever better said “It’s the 80s, I have two quarters, and I’m thirsty.”
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The EU told Poland it HAD to take in immigrants and Poland told the EU to go fuck itself.
Tonight Poland is not on fire.
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“If you execute a terrorist it will be used as a recruiting tool!”
They used old textbooks as justification to burn France to the ground.
It's time for the people with delicate constitutions to take a walk, and let dangerous men do bad things to bad people.
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The American media never covered what happened beneath the black ice of Hachinohe.
Late March 2011.
Northern Japan was freezing to death.
Millions of survivors in Tohoku had no heat, no electricity, and no gasoline for ambulances.
Giant Japanese fuel tankers loaded with millions of gallons of life-saving oil were waiting offshore.
Why couldn't they dock?
Because the tsunami had turned Hachinohe Port into an underwater minefield.
Massive fishing trawlers, crushed shipping containers, and twisted steel cranes were sunk across the harbor floor.
If a single fuel tanker hit a sunken hull, it would rip open and explode.
The port was dead.
The lifeline to Northern Japan was choked shut.
Enter the salvage ship USNS Safeguard and the divers of US Navy Mobile Diving and Salvage Unit One (MDSU-1).
Do you have any idea what was waiting for them under that water?
Water temperature: 34 degrees Fahrenheit.
Visibility: ZERO. Pitch black.
The harbor was a toxic soup of leaking diesel oil, raw sewage, jagged sheet metal, and drifting fishing nets that could tangle a diver and drown him in seconds.
Civilian salvage companies said it was suicide to dive.
Your Navy divers strapped on heavy lead weights and jumped straight into the black abyss.
Unable to see their own hands in front of their masks, those American boys crawled across the freezing sea floor by touch alone.
Their fingers went numb inside thick rubber gloves as they wrapped heavy steel chains around sunken ships and jagged wreckage in the dark.
Twelve hours a day.
Shivering uncontrollably between dives, drinking hot water just to feel their lips again, and diving right back down.
In days, they hauled 280 cubic yards of lethal steel out of the channel.
They opened the port.
And when the first massive fuel tanker glided safely into Hachinohe to bring heat to a million freezing Japanese families, your divers stood on the icy deck, covered in black grease, cheering like kids.
No cameras were watching at the bottom of that freezing harbor.
They risked drowning in the dark so our children wouldn't freeze in the night.
Happy 250th, America.
We will never forget the men who dived into the dark for us. 🇺🇸⚓🇯🇵
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People ask me why I'm so obsessed with ruminants. I've given it some thought, and my conclusion is that I'm not obsessed enough.
A cow walks onto a wet hillside that grows nothing a human can eat, puts her head down, and comes back with steak, butter, cream and a pair of boots.
She does it with a 150 litre fermentation tank she carries inside her, stocked with more bacteria than there have ever been people, which she feeds, waters and keeps at blood heat herself. Grass goes in. The bacteria take apart the one thing no animal can digest, and she lives on what they make. Then she digests the bacteria as well. Nothing is wasted. Even the fat comes out the far side rebuilt into something stable enough to fry in.
Fuel: rain and sunlight. Emissions: next year's grass. She repairs herself, builds her own replacement every spring, and improves the ground she is standing on while she works. The finest engineers alive have spent billions trying to copy one chamber of her stomach in a steel shed, and so far they have made a paste.
We have leaned on that machine for everything. The word capital comes from cattle, because a herd was the first bank. Domesday Book is written on sheep, and so was every deed in England for 500 years. Ruminants clothed our armies, lit our houses and carried our laws. Civilisation is a thing that happened to people who kept them.
And they are such good company about it.
A sheep remembers fifty faces for two years, which is forty-six more than I manage. A cow has a best friend, and her heart rate drops when that friend is beside her. A goat that cannot solve a problem will turn and look to you for help, as a dog does, and then ignore your advice. Let a herd out onto spring grass after a winter indoors and half a tonne of animal will skip.
They ask for grass, rain, and to be left to get on with it.
After ten thousand years of feeding, dressing and housing us, they will still walk over to the gate to see who you are.
So no, I will not be calming down.
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Demrat response N123 steps: 1) Call it fearmongering. 2) Change the subject. 3) Vote the same way that created the situation. Demrat stupid.
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One side is building spaceships. The other side is building a support group for people who regret existing.
The right is out here designing flying cars, reusable rockets, and weapons that actually work.
The far-left is sterilizing themselves, aborting the next generation, and acting like “having kids” is a personal attack.
One side is reaching for the future and potential. The other side is mad someone still wants kids and rockets to the moon.
We are not the same.





























