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Who's changing their name for free Subway sandwiches? Stay poor, friends
Understanding what your own interests are is pretty tough. Take that from the guy who spends his days on Telegram telling people to purposefully make less money. Consequently, you can't depend on the next generation to just magically have it snap into place, and, thereby, this line fails:
Forwarded from The Western Chauvinist (Main Banned)
You can only convince a people to go against it's own interests for so long. Eventually the youth will begin to question why things are the way they are. It is up to us to make sure there is a strong and long lasting WN infrastructure to make sure these kids know where to go when they're done with the system. Tribe and train, build stable communities for Our People.
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In the sweltering summer of 1861, a well-trodden tavern situated between Virginia and Maryland transformed into an arena of fervent debate. The walls, resonant with tales and disputes of yesteryears, embraced an anticipatory crowd. A battle-worn wooden table, standing stoutly, served as the epicenter for the evening's verbal joust.
Abe, with observant eyes, bore the unmistakable inflection of New England. Though travel-worn, his garb exuded a northern sophistication.
Across sat Rob, rugged and bronzed by the Southern sun, his utterances flowing with the languid cadence of Virginia's vast plantations.
An electric charge filled the room as onlookers sensed the imminent clash over America's most contentious topic: slavery.
Abe initiated, "Rob, I truly cannot fathom your defense of such a heinous institution. It's patently evident that slavery is an abomination."
Rob, unwavering, replied, "Now, Abe, y’all see this in jest black and white. But consider: many of them slaves were already ensnared back in Africa, caught up by warring tribes or even their own folks. We didn't spark this; we're merely a chapter in an age-old narrative."
"But by engaging in this trade, are you not perpetuating such malevolence?" Abe countered.
Rob, leaning in, retorted, "Once they're here, life's often better for 'em. They're nourished, sheltered, and spared from them tribal clashes of Africa. Some could argue we've extended a lifeline."
Abe's tone sharpened, "A lifeline? Being forcibly removed, subjected to the unspeakable on those ships, and then bartered like mere property?"
Rob, seizing his moment, responded, "Every place's got its bad apples, Abe. But casting all of the South in a wicked light ain't just. My slaves, they're part and parcel of our legacy, our very soil. It ain't all gloom as you paint it."
Silence fell. Abe, visibly shaken, admitted, "Perhaps I've been somewhat precipitate in my judgments."
And then, with a flourish that would've put theater actors to shame, Rob stood up, raised his hands, and delivered his climactic line, "Life, dear Abe, ain't a single shade. It's a full-blown spectacle!"
Suddenly, the entire tavern burst into the loudest applause anyone had ever heard. Abe, tears streaming, stumbled backward, tripped over a stool, and dramatically collapsed into a heap on the floor. A spontaneous choir erupted in song, praising Rob's wisdom. From somewhere outside, inexplicably, fireworks shot into the night sky, illuminating the tavern with brilliant bursts of color. A couple of patrons even started a conga line, snaking their way around the bewildered Abe.
It was, without a doubt, the most excessively celebratory reaction the tavern had ever seen.
Abe, with observant eyes, bore the unmistakable inflection of New England. Though travel-worn, his garb exuded a northern sophistication.
Across sat Rob, rugged and bronzed by the Southern sun, his utterances flowing with the languid cadence of Virginia's vast plantations.
An electric charge filled the room as onlookers sensed the imminent clash over America's most contentious topic: slavery.
Abe initiated, "Rob, I truly cannot fathom your defense of such a heinous institution. It's patently evident that slavery is an abomination."
Rob, unwavering, replied, "Now, Abe, y’all see this in jest black and white. But consider: many of them slaves were already ensnared back in Africa, caught up by warring tribes or even their own folks. We didn't spark this; we're merely a chapter in an age-old narrative."
"But by engaging in this trade, are you not perpetuating such malevolence?" Abe countered.
Rob, leaning in, retorted, "Once they're here, life's often better for 'em. They're nourished, sheltered, and spared from them tribal clashes of Africa. Some could argue we've extended a lifeline."
Abe's tone sharpened, "A lifeline? Being forcibly removed, subjected to the unspeakable on those ships, and then bartered like mere property?"
Rob, seizing his moment, responded, "Every place's got its bad apples, Abe. But casting all of the South in a wicked light ain't just. My slaves, they're part and parcel of our legacy, our very soil. It ain't all gloom as you paint it."
Silence fell. Abe, visibly shaken, admitted, "Perhaps I've been somewhat precipitate in my judgments."
And then, with a flourish that would've put theater actors to shame, Rob stood up, raised his hands, and delivered his climactic line, "Life, dear Abe, ain't a single shade. It's a full-blown spectacle!"
Suddenly, the entire tavern burst into the loudest applause anyone had ever heard. Abe, tears streaming, stumbled backward, tripped over a stool, and dramatically collapsed into a heap on the floor. A spontaneous choir erupted in song, praising Rob's wisdom. From somewhere outside, inexplicably, fireworks shot into the night sky, illuminating the tavern with brilliant bursts of color. A couple of patrons even started a conga line, snaking their way around the bewildered Abe.
It was, without a doubt, the most excessively celebratory reaction the tavern had ever seen.
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
"A brother was renouncing the world, and in giving his goods to the poor, he kept a little for his own support. And he came to Abba Antony. When the old man knew what he had done, he said: 'If you would be a monk, go to the village yonder and buy some meat…
Antony saw the man’s plight,
Said, “Demons do just the same, right?
If money you hoard,
You'll be torn, oh my Lord,
Seeking peace but finding just spite.
Said, “Demons do just the same, right?
If money you hoard,
You'll be torn, oh my Lord,
Seeking peace but finding just spite.
Where luxury is a far-off dream,
Eggs are a comforting cream.
With a humble plate,
Life feels just great,
And lights poverty's face with a gleam.
Eggs are a comforting cream.
With a humble plate,
Life feels just great,
And lights poverty's face with a gleam.
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Based and Daily Poor Pilled
Ah, Jason, the modern-day Midas, only instead of gold, everything you touch turns to glut. Spending a minor fortune on DoorDash? Why stop there? Perhaps a diamond-studded fork to aid in devouring your indulgences? Living on $40k isn't a Herculean task, it's mere child's play for those not intoxicated by frivolous desires. You seem to be drowning in luxuries while gasping for wisdom. Perhaps you should ponder whether your appetite is for food or just sheer excess. After all, while virtue remains priceless, your vice, it appears, comes with a hefty receipt.
Forwarded from Voter Apatia OSINT
I've gone on record in a few places saying it's easier to afford a house as a minimum wage worker in a poor area than it is to afford a home as a 6-figure earner in the urban landscape.
Of course, there's good reasons for some folks not to move to poor areas. But a lot of people, I think, just don't understand how much easier it is and don't move to an affordable area because they think funding and work would be more difficult to find, and that this would make life harder, rather than for more principled reasons.
Here's a bit of analysis I wrote before; it's regarding a viral $769k house in Redwood, CA:
Going back to this and doing some math. Let's assume 20% down payment.
If you live in an area where you can get a home for $60k, and you have a credit score of 700, you'll be making payments (including fees and taxes) of about $450 a month. This means you or your family's income needs to be a bit over $1.6k a month, about $19k a year.
Now let's talk about the $769k house. You'd need to put down $154k, which could have just flat out bought 2+ houses in the prior town. Then, you'll need to pay about $5,500 a month. To afford that, your income needs to be almost $20k a month, almost $236k a year. That's more than 12x the required income.
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It's much easier to afford a house as a janitor in a small white town than it is to do so as a 6-figure salaryman in Redwood City.
Of course, there's good reasons for some folks not to move to poor areas. But a lot of people, I think, just don't understand how much easier it is and don't move to an affordable area because they think funding and work would be more difficult to find, and that this would make life harder, rather than for more principled reasons.
Here's a bit of analysis I wrote before; it's regarding a viral $769k house in Redwood, CA:
Going back to this and doing some math. Let's assume 20% down payment.
If you live in an area where you can get a home for $60k, and you have a credit score of 700, you'll be making payments (including fees and taxes) of about $450 a month. This means you or your family's income needs to be a bit over $1.6k a month, about $19k a year.
Now let's talk about the $769k house. You'd need to put down $154k, which could have just flat out bought 2+ houses in the prior town. Then, you'll need to pay about $5,500 a month. To afford that, your income needs to be almost $20k a month, almost $236k a year. That's more than 12x the required income.
...
It's much easier to afford a house as a janitor in a small white town than it is to do so as a 6-figure salaryman in Redwood City.