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They finally did The Enhanced Games. A few points: 1. All major sports are already enhanced, this just allows them to really let loose without having to pretend to still be natty. 2. Hell yeah an all steroid Olympics is awesome. 3. Yeah yeah transhumanism, I get it. See point 1. 4. What’s gonna be really, really funny is when barely any records are broken. See point 1 again. NOW - The Enhanced Games, where athletes are free to compete taking performance-enhancing drugs, opens in Las Vegas. via: @disclosetv

I hope this story is true. @AltSkull48

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Airline Terminal, 2026, colorized. @NatAudio2

Death Note but when you write a woman's name in the book she has to marry a nice guy who provides for her and have sex with him regularly with no option to divorce. @AltSkull48

Death Note but when you write a woman's name in the book she has to marry a nice guy who provides and have sex with him regularly with no option to divorce. https://t.me/koopakingdom/97184

Farmers have figured out that the cheapest pesticide is a strip of flowers. When you plant wildflowers through a crop field, not just around the edge but in strips running through the middle, you get ladybugs, lacewings, hoverflies, and parasitic wasps living in the field instead of visiting it. They eat the aphids, the caterpillars, and the mites for free, all summer long. In controlled trials, fields with tailored flower strips had leaf-beetle numbers 40 to 50% lower and crop damage cut by around 60%, enough to drop below the threshold where spraying was even considered worth it. The flowers attract a standing army to our fields. We spent decades engineering chemicals to kill the insects eating the crop, when the insects that eat those insects would have worked for the price of seed.

Utterly disgusting. God forbid White people have their own nationS free from third world scum. What the hell happened to these guys when the covid op kicked off? They apparently developed incurable brain AIDS. @AltSkull48

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When I was 11 we had a school assembly one morning where an important announcement was made. A teacher told us the Grade 6 students would soon be electing a Student Leader. About 60 kids from 3 lots of Grade 6 classes were required to nominate 1 candidate from each class, then all 3 classes would vote to choose a candidate as the Student Leader. The Student Leader would get into photos with donors or important visitors, wear a badge and not really do much else. I suppose it was a title the school invented to show kids what representation looked like and how it worked. And I certainly did learn early how things work. To my surprise I was put forward as the candidate for my class. I wasn’t an exemplary student and was generally difficult to control, so I took it as a joke and didn’t give it anymore thought. Election day rolled around and despite one of the other candidates being the teacher-endorsed option and literally putting up ‘vote for me’ posters around the school, I won the overall vote. I did nothing to manifest this. I even admitted openly I didn’t care about the outcome, but I was chosen. To honour the electoral process (which initially was explained as something sacred) I was willing to accept the job, but a little coalition of teachers were very unwilling to let me have it. Weeks went by but I never got a badge and no one heard anything else about the election or the Student Leader. Eventually, I was called to the Principal’s office but when I arrived the Principal wasn’t there. Three ladies stood around a desk, they told me to sit down and I did. I was probably in trouble again, I thought. Blood rushed to my face in fear of how my Dad would react. I was relieved when one of the ladies spoke and I realised I wasn’t being punished for anything. The one in the middle did most of the talking, the two others were like props providing stern glares and the occasional nod-along. I was told that the Student Leader position wasn’t suited to me, that I would find it boring. They were trying to help me you see (this is how they spun it) saving me from the gruelling academic nightmare of endless meetings and missing sport. This whole conversation is a core memory for me. “…It would even be selfish, Blair, demanding to play a role when you know there’s someone else who would be much better suited to that role.” “…’Sporting Captain’ is something we could look at for you instead, we think that would be much more suited to your interests.” In the span of 5 minutes these ladies insinuated that I was mentally lazy and inadequate for leadership, they told me I was selfish if I didn’t agree with them then bribed me with a new title they just invented on the spot (there was no ‘Sporting Captain’). I was an 11 year old kid. When I did finally get a second to speak I admitted I wasn’t overly keen on being the Student Leader, specifically because I didn’t want to be the diamond goose running around with a badge on. I agreed to let the other kid have it, the one they liked so much and who couldn’t wait to wear the badge. They were happy. They said I had made a “very mature decision”. I just wanted to get out of there. Thinking back to that moment makes me realise how a whole country goes to shit. It begins with small coalitions of people and small-scale corruptions of the local sort, until manipulating outcomes to the personal satisfaction of a few becomes state policy.

Brutal birth rate chart (a much better name than the “fertility rate” which is a retarded thing to call perfectly fertile women choosing not to have babies). The most surprising thing about this is that the rate was trending UP for a few decades before falling off a cliff the same year that the iPhone came out and Facebook started to take off. @AltSkull48