(1630) Almost evening all.

 

18. Her name is Mayah Sommers

… now known as Mayah Queen of Scots.

17. Steve later Ron

War Room snippets – all girls today…

• Elaine Culotti: Newsom Was Finished After California’s Fires. His Survival Strategy? Import Millions, Redraw The Maps, And Grab Power Through Redistricting
• Ali Macedo: If You’re Not From California, This Is Still Your Problem. Gavin Newsom Has His Eyes On The White House. His Redistricting Scam Silences Republicans, Independents, And Even Democrats
• Christina Bobb Breaks Down President Trump’s Latest Round Of EO’s
• Laura Loomer On The Islamification Happening At The US State Department

16. The doorman fallacy

15. Same old same old

14. Redacted corner

https://emburlingame.substack.com/p/final-enclosure

Listen up, you half-asleep bastards. The last pile of wealth we English-speaking suckers have left—the Boomer stash, all those pensions and houses and scraps of dignity—is getting fenced off right now. Enclosed, they call it, like some fancy history lesson, but it’s just theft. Pure, gut-wrenching robbery by the Praetorians, those bloodless financiers who’ve gutted us for centuries. They’re packing up, abandoning our hollowed-out lands and what’s left of our so-called civilization, handing the keys to the oil kings from the desert who still have tens of millions of young men to sacrifice to the money god. Corrupt and fully owned governments here at home grease the wheels, tokenized finance locks it down. And you? You’re watching it happen, eyes wide shut, while they wipe us from our own dirt. Hell, all you cryptdiots are cheering it on.

https://emburlingame.substack.com/p/inheritance-and-health

But listen up, you younger bastards—Millennials, Gen Z, the ones staring at screens full of nothing but debt and despair. And you older ones, Boomers clutching your scraps, Gen X like me, graying punks with latchkey scars and a lifetime of no-shits-given. There are two fights we’ve got to win, or we’re done, finished, rotting in the gutter like yesterday’s trash. These aren’t side shows; they’re the main fronts, simultaneous wars we wage cold or hot, both, with everything we’ve got. The young must charge the lines, teeth bared and fists swinging; the old must resource it, lead from the shadows with whatever wisdom and coin we’ve hoarded. Fail one, and the other crumbles. Lose both, and the Financialists win, owning nothing left but our graves.