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This dumb f*ck rejected an independent Kurdistan in 2017, allowed Turkey to invade and kill Kurds in Syria in 2019, and only months ago betrayed them again to Syria's Islamofascists.
Yet he still has the temerity to ask the Kurds to fight on his behalf, while smearing them with blatant lies about having armed them when they refuse.
If Donald Trump had supported Kurdish aspirations instead of repeatedly betraying them, he would now have a powerful ally of 30 to 40 million people, capable of helping overthrow the regime in Iran and protect US interests in the Middle East alongside Israel.
Instead, he risks a humiliating defeat for the USA, driven by a lack of strategic foresight and an inability to distinguish allies from enemies. He has sold out allies the USA spent decades cultivating while strengthening adversaries it has fought for just as long.
It is hard to put into words how unfit he is for the presidency of the USA, yet here he is cos playing a war leader with all the finesse of a world-class imbecile.
The South Asian Muslim hatred of Hindus is barely disguised. What is clear is that Wajahat Ali is either oblivious to, or couldn't care less about, the fact that mocking someone's accent is considered racist. The left has been infiltrated by its worst ideological enemy.
**ELON MUSK: "Our money system will be like exchanging seashells for currency."**
@BaronCapital's Ron Baron, 83, interviews @elonmusk
The capitalist Baron, who has made a fortune from his SpaceX investment, talks almost exclusively about the profits SpaceX's businesses are expected to generate.
The visionary Musk tries to steer away from questions about profits. At times visibly exasperated, he keeps bringing the conversation back to the massive increases in capacity that Starship's launch cadence and new generations of communication satellites will deliver.
Towards the end, Musk speaks like a socialist utopian:
"Our economy will seem quaint. Our money system will be like exchanging seashells for currency to superintelligence."
He then reduces money's exalted historical role to "shiny metals for transactions", before struggling to elaborate as Baron's head slowly sinks towards his chest.
But it's not over. Baron has one more question:
"How would you like to be known when you reach my age?"
Musk reflects a little before answering:
"Well, there is perception and there is reality. Whatever the perception is, I'd like the reality to be that I made a significant contribution to the furtherance of civilisation."
Absolutely love my General!
Fireside Chat: Ron Baron and Elon Musk teapawt.net/i/broadcasts/2YRYWgMNj…
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Armies that win have the general at the front lines. Nobody wants to bleed for the prince in the palace.
Ron Baron asked Elon Musk how many CEOs live on site in an Airstream and work hands-on with everyone.
MUSK: “Airstreams are actually pretty nice... It’s parked right next to the power plant.”
“We built this power plant that’s producing over a gigawatt... in about a year, as opposed to normally about five years.”
“There is no upstairs.”
He walks the entire site up to five times a day. He’s pulled power cables “the size of an anaconda,” run fiber, wired switches, and worked on the power plant software.
“I try to do at least a little bit of everything, so that I’m not numb to the pain of the people who are actually doing it.”
“It’s not as though I’m sitting in an office and somebody has to come to me. I’m walking the floor, asking them questions actively.”
There’s a reason SpaceX is winning the compute race.
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SpaceX will attempt to catch both the Super Heavy booster and Starship on the upcoming flight.
If both are successful, it will mark the first time that all parts of an orbital rocket return to Earth intact.
This is the critical breakthrough needed to make life multiplanetary.
More than a dozen flight tests and years of development, with countless hours worked by SpaceX engineers and technicians, all come down to this: the first orbital Starship launch carrying advanced Starlink satellites bound for space.
Watch “Go For Orbit” and experience the moments behind flying the most ambitious Starship mission yet
I was quite apathetic towards him until he carried a sink into Twitter HQ.
His vision to make life multiplanetary won me over for good.
Buying two shares in the SpaceX IPO felt like buying two tickets to Mars.
I too would go to war for Elon Musk to realise our destiny.
Imagine if NATO's $1 trillion (2000 x $500 million) had been spent on infrastructure, space tech, healthcare, and welfare instead of an idiotic war she advocated to turn Ukraine from neutrality to hostility towards Russia.
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"The great thing about family life is that it introduces you to people you'd never otherwise meet." ~Christopher Hitchens
Be an award-winning medic, save people from a torture chamber, and get locked up for your troubles.
Kiev is run by a terror regime armed and funded by the West and by those whose hatred of Russia exceeds their concern for Ukrainian lives.
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Valentyna, the woman who exposed a secret Azov detention facility near Kyiv, is explaining to journalists in court why she went there in the first place.
She went there to save a man's life.
She was asked to help by a woman named Tetiana, who has also been arrested (!).
The man was in critical condition and desperately needed medical attention. He had recently undergone surgery. He had a stoma — part of his intestine had been surgically brought out through an opening in his abdomen. On top of that, he was suffering from five other serious medical conditions.
And despite all this, he was being held there against his will, by force.
Valentyna went there as a medical professional, trying to rescue a man who urgently needed help. She had no idea the place was an alleged secret Azov detention facility.
And now, because this involves the untouchable, "elite" Azov, she is the one they are going to crucify. She is the one they will persecute. She is the one they will try to blame for everything.
Not the people who held men captive by force. Not the people who were beating them. Not those responsible for what happened inside that facility.
No. The woman who came to help a seriously ill man is the one being treated as the criminal.
Do you understand the sheer perversity of this?
The final boss of torture chambers in Ukraine wants you to protect the "information space" and ignore the evidence of your eyes and ears, lest it gives Russians satisfaction.
IOW he wants you to be a partner in his crimes! Just trust your hatred of Russia and get on with it!
🚨Командир корпусу "Азов" Денис Прокопенко зробив офіційну заяву на тлі ситуації у Петропавлівській Борщагівці
🗣"Те, що відбувається в інформаційному просторі довкола теми подій у Петропавлівській Борщагівці, задовольняє всі ці запити росіян.
Наша держава веде важку, кровопролитну війну за своє існування. У цій ситуації потрібно або захищати країну на фронті, або допомагати фронту в тилу, а не влаштовувати провокації та грати на руку ворогу".
Incredible images from Kiev. A secret prison run by the Ukrainian National Guard has been discovered. Earlier, the police prevented medics from entering the torture compound. The faces of the victims read like a horror story.
Racist, Islamophobic, blah blah blah.
The stale old invectives will win no one, but they sure will gladden the hearts of useful idiots committed to Abdul Sayed.
If he is elected, Sayed will be an extremely divisive figure. In fact, he's already begun to divide his own party.
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Today is the anniversary of the siege of Kobani, and I can’t help but remember those who sacrificed their lives for a dream that seems so far away now.
One of them was Serhat Kendal.
He had such a magnetic personality. You wouldn’t have guessed he was 15 if not for his stature. He had a way about him, that he would brighten the room.
Once, we were advancing when a heavy fog fell on us, so thick we couldn’t see ten steps ahead. We were hoping ISIS wouldn’t take the chance to launch a counteroffensive, because without air support we’d have been helpless.
We were already overstretched outside the city, pushing through the countryside to regain the river and the land between it. We didn’t have the men to put up a fight. Every squad had been gutted, combat-veterans redistributed, sometimes one or two per squad, sometimes none. And those squads were asked to advance.
Kendal wasn’t in my squad. He roamed free across the battlefield with his PKM on his shoulder and a radio to keep track of the front, and he’d show up at whim. That day he was stuck with my team, holding a building in a fog engulfed village.
Suddenly a building went up in flames 200 meters away. Kendal screamed the name of a friend who was part of the unit holding it. Somehow he knew where everyone was. He was from Kobani, after all. And he sprang up and just ran alone toward it without a clue of awaited beyond the mist. It could have been an ambush. Or the thousand forms of death surrounding us all.
Another time, we were all ducking, bullets whizzing over our heads. We didn’t even know where the shots were coming from, but the whizzing was relentless and we couldn’t help but duck.
When I got to the berm, Kendal was already on his PKM, flicking his finger on the trigger, one round at a time, returned to sender.
That’s the last time I saw him.
My squad was sent down to the Euphrates. We were stuck there for two weeks, under heavy and incessant rain that made tatters of whatever was left of our morale.
The fighting was over. We had secured the river bank, Kobani was free. I said my goodbyes and asked to be sent back, for the first time since the beginning of the siege.
On the way back I was redeployed with a sniper unit. The platoon commander, Hardem Rojhelat, who later became an icon of Kobani’s resistence, sent me, as part of a trio of marksmen to one of the most frightening positions I was ever in: the Turkish army on one side, ISIS on the other, and us sandwiched between them.
The day before I arrived, ISIS had counterattacked and left the units there shattered in spirit and body. They called it the front of death. The comrades there were waiting for one more assault to finish them off. They were no reinforcements available, so they got a sniper team. We stayed another month, fighting it out. Then I went home.
A few months later I came back to news that broke my heart. Kendal was dead. As many others Hardem included.
But Kobani was free now, with electricity and life returning. My former sniper partner, Azad Cudi, who wrote the acclaimed Long Shot, drove me around. He had become an important figure, with his own car and chauffeur. I asked him what had happened to my fallen friends. He didn’t know.
He drove me around quite a lot, I didn’t know, but I had become quite the local celebrity when the news of the Italian who fought in the hottest fronts of Kobani did the rounds, once those who fought with me, went back to recount the tale.
One those rounds landed us to Mala Shahid, the House of Martyrs, where they organize funerals, demos and family outreach.
During the meeting, I asked the secretary for help. I by chance had a paper with two names written on them: Kendal and Sefkan. I had seen their posters on a big billboard in Kobani, and that’s how I learned they were both dead. I wrote down their full names, and still carried that piece of paper days past.
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A man falls, injured. His son picks up his rifle and carries on the struggle. He dies, then his younger brother takes his place.
He was 15, and always smiling. A bright young man, with the kind of charisma that brights up the room.
One night, right on the city outskirts, snow fell, then rain. We were freezing, holding an embankment, waiting for an assault that never came. All night we lay flat in the mud, wet blankets wrapped around us. For days, we were wretched things, moving like ghosts. No sleep. Hunger. Cold.
I saw him again two weeks later. The smile was gone.
He took off his shoe. His foot might as well have been the foot of an old man. His toenails were black. His socks had more holes than cloth left.
I searched through my backpack. Hidden in there was one of my most precious treasures: three pristine pairs of socks. I had never worn them.
At every respite, I took off my shoes and changed my socks. Two months in, I was still rotating three pairs. Like a maniac, I kept another three stashed away.
Before going in, in November 2014, a woman in her 50s, a civilian Kurdish activist organizing volunteers and sending in new recruits, told me to leave my backpack with my spare clothes behind.
“You get everything there,” she said. “Of course fighters get all they need.”
What a cunt.
If I had listened to her, I would have been walking around in Mekaps and no socks.
Like that kid. Looking at him, I had to fight that little voice telling me to mind my own business. I reached into my backpack, took out my entire reserve, and gave him all the socks I had.
He lifted his head and looked at me. He recognized me, but his eyes were dead. He was near his breaking point.
At my gesture, he took the socks. No thank you. No look of acknowledgment. He turned his head back toward them, staring down at the socks I had just given him, rain pouring over his head and mine.
No 15-year-old should be going through this shit.
I wonder whether he understood it. Whether he was pissed at a world where a Kurdish kid had to fight for his existence.
I do not know what he thought. We did not speak that night. I went back to my hole, lay awake through my hours of watch, then slept the rest of the night before my team was called to advance.
I saw him one more time, firing a PKC. Bullets were whizzing over our heads. He was on the main gun, returning fire, skillfully one-tapping the trigger.
How I found out about his death is another story entirely. Too painful to recount here.
That was Kobani.
Some rejoiced and saw their fathers, sons, daughters, and mothers come back. Many, too fucking many, did not. And those left behind have to carry that pain.
Kobani, the little city that rose to greatness. The city that broke ISIS’s back. The city of heroes.
The city of orphans and widows, and mothers with broken hearts. And old bitter veterans, questioning every day,
whether that price was worth it.
Not that this post will reach Michigan, but speaking from Australia, as someone who has never voted for a right-wing party, I would vote for Tim McVeigh before I voted for Abdul Sayed.
This greater threat is screaming its arrival. Nip it in the bud, or regrets will be futile.
ICYMI 20-year-old Kimi Antonelli is the new Formula 1 champion, the youngest ever and the first Italian champion since 1953.
As it turns out, Kimi is also the world's most awesome big brother, showing off his sister's wicked Halloween costume and celebrating with his family.
Here is Patrick Stewart like you have never seen him before.
Although fame caught up with him as the "boldly going" Captain Picard, he displayed an acting skill that appeared to me to come straight from a Shakespearean stage play, even before I learned of that fact.
Years later, I discovered him in "I, Claudius" (1978), playing the infamous Sejanus, the conspiratorial head of Emperor Tiberius's Praetorian Guard. It gave an insight into his early career, and he was marvellous.
That laser focus and little twirl of his lips, suppressing the disgust and murderous thoughts as he watches Tiberius and Caligula's decadent conversation, followed by the way he blinks it away and gets up. He lived Sejanus in those few seconds.
Look out for the other acting legend in the clip.
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They can build the region’s tallest tower but two years after parliamentary elections were held they still cannot form a government.
Here in Australia, @abcnews had another lengthy segment on Gaza, but it has reported absolutely nothing about the incredible events unfolding in Poland.
When "good guys" do bad things, in this case Poland's pro-EU Donald Tusk government, the leading TV news channel goes silent.
🇵🇱 BREAKING: President Nawrocki pushes his way into the Constitutional Tribunal in the middle of the night
After an emergency meeting at the Presidential Palace, President Karol Nawrocki and Supreme Court First President Zbigniew Kapiński drove to the Tribunal shortly after midnight, where protesters greeted him chanting "Karol! Karol!"
According to Radio Maryja, police pushed back officers of Nawrocki's own State Protection Service before he made it through. Paweł Szefernaker, head of the President's Office, confirmed that Nawrocki and Kapiński entered the building.
The other side tells a different story. Maciej Berek, one of the Tusk-majority judges and a longtime close aide of Tusk, claimed the president never made it inside and accused him of "physically attacking" Anna Korwin-Piotrowska and the other judges.