lol. You are illiterate. I didn’t make OPs claim, I wasn’t in the thread to prove it. I made a very limited point, and that was your criticism of the claim was irrelevant based on the plain English of OPs claim.
Whether OP was right or wrong, your criticism was moot. All you had to do was say I meant President of Operations not CEO but you were too idiotic to admit a simple forgivable mistake and instead went on some weird Alice in Wonderland tangent.
You’re low IQ. You won’t help the movement if you keep acting so stupid.
No. Admit you made a mistake. You came to this thread with pre-packaged bullshit and when I called you on it, you moved the goalposts and made a new argument.
I am not here to prove anything except for what I know. I know your argument was idiotic based on what I knew: (1) what OP claimed and (2) what you said OP claimed.
Yo, who was that ref again?
Watch the stoppages in that fight.
They were not right.
I can't say this on that sub, but Colby lit up his liver, so Usman faked a nut shot, and got 2 minutes to catch his breath.
Colby shook him with some head shots, fight is stopped over a fake eye poke where Usman got the wrong eye checked out (fucker forgot which eye he was faking).
And then Colby gets stabbed in the eye and Usman fucking goes at him during the stoppage, goes at him so hard that the ref calls the stoppage off and makes Colby fight while he is blind in one eye.
Much anger from that fight. Not wild about Jorge, but fuck I can't wait to see Usman get fucked. I need to know that refs name too.
Absolutely true, but at the same time, I think you would agree his comment is directionally correct. The third generation has a habit of losing its way, and in more recent times, because the immigrants achieve success so fast, it is often the second generation.
They just lose any empathy for the suffering of the past that their descendants actually experienced, and it is replaced with the fictional suffering ala 1619 Project.
There is a reason so much money is spent on teaching victimhood to our children, it is to teach them that value comes from victimhood. They do not teach this lesson to teach children empathy, they teach this lesson to children so they adapt their lifestyle to one that becomes a victim- they change their conduct to be shunned, to be shamed, etc. - so they can have value.
No one wants to be worthless. Even communists know this. So they teach our children, value is obtained by oppression. And this is what those lessons produce.
You cannot attack them, or they feel valued for being attacked. You cannot ignore them, for if you do the infestation spreads.
I don't know the answer other than aggressively telling them that they are valued for themselves, not their choices. And showing them that when they accurately portray themselves success follows, and society ALWAYS values success. It must. Stop trying to fit. Be the mold. Let others try to follow your footsteps. That is true value.
I know my thoughts are scattered, but it has been a long week, my daughter is living this nightmare in real time, and I can see her struggle with it. She is not naive, but she wants to be liked. She does not want to be a social pariah. Who she is will be attacked, but she can act like and fit in with who they want her to be. But she doesn't like that person and it will never be her. At the same time, I am terrified of telling her what I see because if I do I feed the oppression narrative.
What good movement would attack a family? None. That is which would. I literally look at every teacher, principal and staff at my daughter's school as an enemy. They will smile at me, and then spread the seeds to tear us apart, happily. And then smile at me again. It is literally sickening.
And the worst part is that I spent a shit ton of money to live in this district, and it has backfired spectacularly. These social warriors love this district full of smart, hardworking young people that cause zero shit. And they still infest them with this fucked up idea of a sick society. It pisses me the fuck off, royally.
Shit, I am a little biased towards Native Texans, but fuck, you might be right. Too many Texans are forgetting what made Texas great and are interested in emulating California or New York, while disregarding those states were made what they are by the very values they are forgetting, and those states are falling apart due to forgetting those very values.
lazy sacks of shit who think others owe them something.
Naive idiots that believe the lies they will get something for nothing if only they help out evil for a bit and after evil wins, evil will become good.
FTFY
They are making a deal with the devil and the devil will win.
Lone Star by Fehrenbach is probably the gold standard. Texas Iliad is decent.
This website is a great resource and here is an interesting article about a riot in 1917. https://texasalmanac.com/topics/history
That is correct and it is used as a metaphor for his cautious approach to battle thereafter in that book. He was also seriously wounded in the Battle of San Jacinto where he captured Santa Anna and secured the western USA and Texas independence.
"Houston's horse was shot from under him; he was helped in mounting another. A musket ball then shattered his right ankle, but still he advanced with his men."
A more imposing illustration of the right ankle theory is the "World's Tallest Statue of an American Hero," the 67-foot statue of Sam Houston on Interstate 45 just south of Huntsville. It has Houston holding his cane in his right hand, which would be the logical position for a person suffering from a damaged right ankle.
There is one place, however, where the left ankle theory holds sway. That is the campus of Sam Houston State University, where Trace Guthrie's smaller 1979 statue of Sam Houston, that is also in the university's official seal, has the cane in the left hand.
Also, at the Sam Houston Memorial Museum at Sam Houston State, there is a new diorama of the scene beneath the tree at San Jacinto. The bandages are on the left leg, thanks to the alertness of Richard Rice, historical interpreter at the museum.
As the diorama was being designed, Rice became aware of a letter from Sam Houston, written to his wife, Margaret, dated January 11, 1853. The letter is in the four volume series "The Personal Correspondence of Sam Houston" edited by Madge Thornall Roberts of San Antonio, who is also Sam Houston's great-great-granddaughter.
"My Love," Sam wrote, "I have nothing to write, that would cheer or delight you. My health is fine, and as I only eat twice in the day moderately, I hope to retain it. I suffer slightly in my left leg, from the same cause, that I complained of at home, the San Jacinto wound."
Roberts also points out that in a 1938 book by Andrew Jackson Houston, Sam Houston's son who was born in 1854, it is written that "...the general's left ankle was shattered by a copper ball..."
"He would certainly have known which was his father's lame leg," said Roberts. "It was common knowledge within the family that it was the left one."
Sam Houston died in 1863. The periodic potshots at his character, his accomplishments, and even his courage continue. But on April 21, 2002, San Jacinto Day 166 years later, we can be ALMOST certain of one Sam Houston fact--the shattered ankle was his left
Sam Houston lived with the Cherokees for years. From Age 16 until he moved back to America to fight the British, then he became Governor of Tennessee, got in trouble for beating the shit out of the Adam Schiff of the time:
A harsh critic of President Jackson, Stanbery had recently lambasted the administration's Indian policy on the House floor and suggested that Houston had worked with government agents in defrauding Cherokee Indians while he was the Governor of Tennessee. Houston had not taken kindly to the accusations. He had demanded an apology and made overtures about a duel, both of which Stanbery ignored.
Still steaming from the Indian policy speech a few days before, Houston purportedly yelled, "Damned rascal!" and began beating the much-smaller Stanbery with his wooden cane. In defense, Stanbery pulled a gun from his pocket. However, the weapon misfired and only served to further enrage Houston and incite more blows with the cane. When the bludgeoning finally ended, Houston continued to the theater and Stanbery staggered back to his room at Mrs. Queen's.
The incident sent shock waves through the city and up Capitol Hill. Congress ordered that Houston be arrested and tried. Despite the best efforts of his lawyer, Francis Scott Key (yes, THAT Francis Scott Key),
. . . and then Congress censured him and hit with a fine:
The night before his summing up to the jury, Houston got drunk with some friends, which included the Speaker of the House, who was also the presiding judge. Hung over Houston was, but he rallied the next morning for a brilliant performance. He spoke for almost an hour, bringing in Greece and Rome and the Tyrannies of Caesar, Cromwell and Bonaparte. He quoted Shakespeare, Blackstone and the Apostle Paul, and a woman from the gallery threw a rose at his feet and shouted, “I had rather be Sam Houston in a dungeon than Stanberry on a throne!”
They found him guilty and sentenced him to a reprimand, which was like a love pat. Stanberry, much more serious than the rest, pressed for a criminal conviction and got it, but Houston never paid the $500 assault fine. He was on his way to Texas, with a loan from the President and status as an Indian agent, aboard a pony without a tail named Jack.
“I was dying out,” he said, “and had they taken me before a justice of peace and fined me ten dollars it would have killed me; but they gave me a national tribunal for a theatre, and that set me up again.”
and then split to Tejas and won Texas freedom in his spare time.
Dude was so legit. My city is named after a true badass.
Many indians making independent decisions protects the group from collective wrong decisions.
A chief making the decision for all leads to a higher risk, reward variability. A right decision is more productive, wrong decisions are disastrous.
America has won for centuries on the tried and true principal of letting people practice self-determination. We shouldn't quit now.
Our nation has been often seduced by the apparent efficiency of authoritarian decision makers, but time and time again these decision makers drive their nations off a cliff.
In times of trial, you reinforce, not abandon, your core values.