A broken clock can be a kind of a wrong clock.
Stopped clocks are the real deal!

Imagine him introducing himself as “I’m Brian, Kill Me…” and before he gets to finish the sentence, you do him the favour!

If anyone can call for murder of anyone simply for being inconvenient, how long until people call for the murder of people like Brian Kilmeade?
Do the Brians seriously not see that coming?
Do those fucktards really think their opponents will forever try to stay on the moral high ground?
The future may hold some surprises for them, but not the kind of surprise they will like.

How long until someone calls for the dissolution of Elon Musk?
That would be inappropriate, but people get desperate.

That I can agree with!
After all each Palestinian (who isn’t Hamas) who died at the hands of IDF just for being Palestinian deserves a minute of silence whereas I’m already quite satisfied by Charly Kirk being silent henceforth.
Adding other oppressed groups to these minutes of silence would be fine.
And that is what it boils down to: people like Kirk aren’t being oppressed, they’re oppressors. They don’t deserve minutes of silence, but being silenced for good.

How many minutes of silence would that cause per minute?
Or are you only interested in silence for popular Nazis?

Find the praise, find the sickos.

Only a dead Nazi is a good Nazi.
And that is more than just a slogan.
In my mind it stems from the realization that those who don’t honour the social contract forfeit any protection granted by it.
Take it or leave it, but don’t cherry-pick.
If you hate on people and want them dead, well, guess what other people may think of your right to live?

A stopped clock…
…a broken one not neccessarily.

Sure they can: they can order the ICE domestic terrorists to go unmasked - no way to unmask them with AI.
And while they’re at it, they can make them wear pseudonymous identifiers.
In a law and order state (by meaning and not only name) this would be a given. The difference from it tells a lot.

Off-topic, but on-comment:
an amazing book with an intriguing story!
To those who like urban fantasy I wholeheartedly recommend it.

You’re talking about mammals only, right?
E.g. fish disagree by and large.

Is that how you start the trickle down process?

Make an educated guess.
Capitol rioters already proved they don’t care about the law.
Undocumented immigrants do care, because they don’t want to attract attention.
I know whom to bet on.

Lol, thank you for educating us.

Awesome!
For those without functional clients (credits to user floo:

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.” He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

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Thank you!

Everyone living (on the whole earth!) has ancestors from there, right!
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recent_African_origin_of_modern_humans

Not that I’d be aware of, sorry.
But maybe someone else can point us into the right direction.

Hi there,
I just wanted to stop by and say it was a pleasure to read your story.
Well done!