a lot of living currently is addressing flaws u have like it’s engrained to us all to over eat 100% of the time like part of me was like wow i am so hungry i need two sandwiches then i remember all the people starving in gaza and also that i could make a small sandwich on a cats helping of tuna and it all fell into place for me lol would rather have like four five tuna toasted sandwiches with salsa than a tuna melt dinner it’s just funny how we can all get into this state when we are hungry like i think a lot of us have generational famine worries and complexes this is why delivery helpings are so huge and they are always like moar more moar they want to make us all into fat cattle’s I also have to kind of switch from normal coffee drinking to finer instant and control how much I drink now its about being smart if you want the same luxuries as the middle class lol like a mango is $9 here you have to be sensible about things lol a cheeseburger meal at mcdonalds is now for the upper class lol
On June 2, 2020, a shocking incident in Richlands, Virginia, drew both local authorities and the FBI into a bizarre and dangerous case. Cole Carini, a 23-year-old man from the area, arrived at a medical centre with severe injuries and, most astonishingly, missing one of his hands. When questioned, he attempted to cover up the truth, claiming that a lawnmower accident had caused the damage. But the injuries were far too severe and unusual to go unquestioned, prompting federal authorities to investigate further. As the investigation unfolded, the disturbing truth emerged. Carini had been constructing a bomb intended for a violent attack against a group of women he described as “hot cheerleaders.” The device, which he had been building in secret, accidentally detonated, causing catastrophic injuries to his body and permanently maiming him. What began as a clandestine and sinister plot ended in personal disaster, a moment of horrifying self-inflicted consequence. The incident quickly became a striking example of how dangerous intentions can backfire with immediate and severe consequences. Authorities confirmed that, while his target was others, the explosion demonstrated the unpredictability and extreme risk of handling explosives without expertise. Carini’s attempt at concealment only added to the surreal nature of the case, highlighting both his recklessness and the seriousness of the threat he had posed. This episode serves as a cautionary tale about the perils of violent intentions and amateur explosives. What might have been a planned act of harm turned into a lesson in instant karma, leaving Carini severely injured and forever altered. It underscores the dangers of making choices that put not only others but oneself at grave risk, illustrating how quickly plans of violence can spiral into personal catastrophe.
going back to veggie diet (not like a resolution or anything lol) its just the only thing I can afford and just eat meat donated so like 50/50 flexitarian now and is kind of nice to animals so a double bonus lol just survive off rations like an old soviet woman lol need to lose weight anyway lmao so its all good just love that I am not going to be killing endless beings just getting sick on some raw pork did it for me like ew just can eat like a king on veggie shit like cheddar toasts and meals that cooked for 10 hours etc
Elon Musk is giving legal help to an activist who posted a photo of a trans woman in a bathroom
Elon Musk is giving legal help to an activist who posted a photo of a trans woman in a bathroom: Michelle Evans claims that her free speech rights were violated by a criminal investigation into her posting the photo.
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oh shut up about this nanny state shit why dont you get everyone a psychologist or a therapist then -you are rich enough to do this for everyone if u care about them all so much or you can get everyone an emotional support animal lol - its tiring that 90% of his talks are now about death and grief lmao had enough of him normally who tf cares? -everyone smokes-lol- their emotions are ok they dont need a helper puppet on air lol time for these elite gay cult freemasons to retire were all sick of them
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text to speech is a joke online in apps like found one its suitable but they want like $400 a year and like the monthly donations are like random numbers with the words dyslexia donation so kind of shifty there but found a speed reader you can make into giant text the size of the middle of your cell its pretty cool I think it will be an actual tool for me to get through about 4000 books I have I should be kind to myself i kind of loosely read about 400-500 of them at various times all sorts of ways lol so its funny just gets my mind off the government eating people for awhile so that is nice lol
This fucken old koot invented corn flakes to kill sexual desire. His brother added sugar and became a millionaire selling pleasure in a box. They destroyed each other in court, died estranged, and today a $14 billion empire stands on everything the inventor hated. In 1876, a 24-year-old doctor named John Harvey Kellogg took control of a small Seventh-day Adventist health institute in Battle Creek, Michigan, and transformed it into the most famous—and bizarre—medical spa in America. The Battle Creek Sanitarium wasn't a hospital. It was a temple to purity, where the wealthy and famous paid fortunes to be tortured in the name of health. John Harvey Kellogg was 5'4", rotund, and always dressed entirely in white—white suit, white shoes, often with a white cockatoo perched on his shoulder. He believed the human body was a temple of the Holy Spirit that must be kept absolutely pure. And to John, "pure" meant eliminating every possible source of pleasure. Meat? Forbidden—it inflamed sexual desire. Spices? Banned—too stimulating. Sugar? "The white devil" that corrupted body and soul. Sex? The ultimate poison, even within marriage. John never consummated his marriage to his wife Ella. They adopted 42 children to avoid the "impurity" of procreation. He genuinely believed that sexual activity—including masturbation—caused nearly every disease known to humanity. And his sanitarium treatments reflected his obsessions. Patients received multiple enemas daily—sometimes 15 quarts of water pumped into their bowels in one minute by special machines John invented. Then came the "yogurt flush": patients ate half a pint of yogurt, while the other half was pumped directly into their rectums to "plant protective germs where they're most needed." John himself received an enema at breakfast and lunch every single day of his adult life. There was the vibrating chair that shook patients so violently they involuntarily defecated. Electric light baths to cure diabetes and depression. A kneading machine that pummeled patients' buttocks. One woman forgot to wear protective goggles during artificial sun lamp treatment and nearly went blind. For children showing signs of masturbation—which John identified through "symptoms" like round shoulders, boldness, or fondness for spicy food—he recommended tying their hands to bedposts at night. For teenage boys: circumcision without anesthesia, or sewing the foreskin shut to prevent erections. For girls: pouring carbolic acid on their clitorises. This was the man who invented corn flakes. And he invented them specifically to be so bland, so utterly devoid of flavor or pleasure, that they would suppress sexual urges in anyone who ate them. John's younger brother, Will Keith Kellogg, had lived in John's shadow his entire life. Born eight years after John, Will was considered "dim-witted" by the family. His father thought teaching him to read was a waste of time. His mother was cold and distant. John bullied him mercilessly from childhood. "I never learned to play," Will said decades later, his voice heavy with pain from a childhood stolen by work and cruelty. At 14, Will had to drop out of school to help support the family. For 25 years—25 years—he worked as John's assistant, bookkeeper, and secretary at the sanitarium. John paid him poorly, humiliated him publicly, and often literally had Will follow behind him on a bicycle, taking dictation while John rode around the grounds in his white suit with his cockatoo. Patients thought Will was a servant. John treated him like one. But Will understood something his brilliant older brother didn't: business. In 1894, the brothers accidentally invented flaked cereal. They'd left cooked wheat sitting too long, and when they ran it through rollers, it formed thin, crispy flakes instead of dough. John saw a perfect bland food for his pure diet. Patients loved it and started ordering it by mail. Will saw an opportunity that could change the world—and free him from his brother's tyranny. He experimented obsessively, eventually replacing wheat with corn and perfecting the toasting process. But there was one problem: John's corn flakes tasted like cardboard. Because that was the point. John wanted them flavorless to prevent sexual stimulation. Will proposed adding sugar—just a little, to make them palatable. John exploded in fury. Sugar was "the white devil!" It would corrupt his entire health philosophy! Absolutely not! So Will waited. And planned. In 1902, the sanitarium burned down. Will helped John rebuild it, then made his move. In 1906, at age 46, Will bought out John's share of the cereal business for a modest sum—John was in debt and needed the money—and founded the Battle Creek Toasted Corn Flake Company. The first thing Will did? Add sugar. And salt. He made corn flakes taste good. He poured everything he had into advertising—millions of dollars buying magazine ads, billboards, newspaper spreads. He created promotions like "wink at your grocer and get a free box." He added his signature to every box so customers would know it was his product, not some bland health food. It worked spectacularly. By 1909, the company was producing 120,000 cases a day. Corn flakes became a national sensation. "Even dad could make breakfast now!" the ads proclaimed. Will became wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. And John watched, seething, as his brother got rich selling sugary perversions of his pure creation. So in 1908, John started his own cereal company and began selling "Kellogg's" cereal—trading on the name Will had spent millions building into a household brand. Will exploded. He sued John in 1910 for trademark infringement. John countersued, claiming he was the "real Kellogg"—the famous doctor, the health guru, the inventor of flaked cereal. He had more right to the name than his "dim-witted" little brother. The lawsuit consumed both men for nearly a decade. It went all the way to the Michigan Supreme Court. The central question: Who was the real Kellogg? Who deserved to use the family name on cereal boxes? John argued he was world-famous—a celebrity physician, best-selling author, inventor. Everyone knew Dr. Kellogg. Will argued that by 1920, when you said "Kellogg's," people thought of Corn Flakes, not sanitariums. He'd built the brand. He'd made the name valuable. The court agreed with Will. In 1920, Will won exclusive rights to use "Kellogg" on cereal. John was forbidden from ever selling cereal under the family name—he could only include a tiny note on his products that they were "developed by Dr. John Harvey Kellogg." The brothers never spoke again. Will built an empire. He introduced Rice Krispies, All-Bran, and dozens of other cereals. He pioneered the six-hour workday during the Great Depression to create more jobs. He founded the W.K. Kellogg Foundation in 1930 with $66 million—one of the world's largest philanthropic organizations. John continued running the sanitarium, preaching abstinence and enemas, fighting against pleasure until his dying day. He spent his final decades promoting eugenics and "race betterment"—racist pseudoscience advocating forced sterilization. In 1943, at age 91, John was dying. He had outlived his fame. The sanitarium had failed during the Depression and been sold to the US Army. His fortune was gone. His legacy was fading. He picked up a pen and wrote a seven-page letter to Will—his first communication with his brother in over two decades. "I earnestly desire to make amends for any wrong or injustice I have done to you," John wrote. "I am sure you were right as regards the food business. Your better balanced judgment saved you from mistakes I made and allowed you to achieve magnificent successes for which generations will owe you gratitude." He sealed the letter, gave it to his secretary to mail, and died weeks later on December 14, 1943. Will received the letter. He never responded. Will Keith Kellogg died in 1951 at age 91, one of the wealthiest men in America, having transformed breakfast worldwide. Today, Kellogg's (now Kellanova and WK Kellogg Co after a 2023 split) is worth approximately $14 billion. Frosted Flakes, Froot Loops, Apple Jacks, Pop-Tarts—products packed with the sugar John Harvey Kellogg despised as "the white devil." Every brightly colored box is a middle finger to John's entire philosophy. He invented bland cereal to kill sexual desire and prevent masturbation. His brother added sugar, made it delicious, and built a global empire selling pleasure for breakfast. John died believing he'd been betrayed. But the real irony is deeper: John Harvey Kellogg's name is now forever associated with sugary children's cereal—the exact opposite of everything he believed. Millions of children start their day with Kellogg's Frosted Flakes, spooning Tony the Tiger's "Grrreat!" sugar-coated corn into their mouths, having no idea they're eating a product invented by a man who wanted to chemically castrate masturbating teenagers with carbolic acid. Two brothers. One invented cereal to suppress pleasure. One added sugar and sold pleasure to the world. They destroyed each other. And the one who embraced joy won
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