https://t.co/4ZAxbEHLRr pic.twitter.com/rXDjNWFnb4

— Joe Biden (@JoeBiden) May 16, 2024

https://www.rosbalt.ru/news/2014-03-12/zhitel-lipetska-posle-sporov-o-sobytiyah-na-ukraine-pokusal-boytsovuyu-sobaku-4237572

!r-slurs

Tom Holland’s POV: https://t.co/xKsu161bjK pic.twitter.com/1bbHwJ1czR

— jaylenz (@itsJaylenz) May 15, 2024

🤫 A story shared by Jack Dorsey, the founder of Twitter, uncovered that the current leaders of Signal, an allegedly “secure” messaging app, are activists used by the US state department for regime change abroad 🥷

https://twitter.com/jack/status/1787895769183268948

https://www.city-journal.org/article/signals-katherine-maher-problem

🥸 The US government spent $3M to build Signal's encryption, and today the exact same encryption is implemented in WhatsApp, Facebook Messenger, Google Messages and even Skype. It looks almost as if big tech in the US is not allowed to build its own encryption protocols that would be independent of government interference 🐕‍🦺

🕵️‍♂️ An alarming number of important people I've spoken to remarked that their “private” Signal messages had been exploited against them in US courts or media. But whenever somebody raises doubt about their encryption, Signal's typical response is “we are open source so anyone can verify that everything is all right”. That, however, is a trick 🤡

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JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand.)

15 May.—Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion. He moved downwards in a sidelong way, some hundred feet down, and a good deal to the left. He vanished into some hole or window. When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more, but without avail—the distance was too great to allow a proper angle of sight. I knew he had left the castle now, and thought to use the opportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet. I went back to the room, and taking a lamp, tried all the doors. They were all locked, as I had expected, and the locks were comparatively new; but I went down the stone stairs to the hall where I had entered originally. I found I could pull back the bolts easily enough and unhook the great chains; but the door was locked, and the key was gone! That key must be in the Count's room; I must watch should his door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape. I went on to make a thorough examination of the various stairs and passages, and to try the doors that opened from them. One or two small rooms near the hall were open, but there was nothing to see in them except old furniture, dusty with age and moth-eaten. At last, however, I found one door at the top of the stairway which, though it seemed to be locked, gave a little under pressure. I tried it harder, and found that it was not really locked, but that the resistance came from the fact that the hinges had fallen somewhat, and the heavy door rested on the floor. Here was an opportunity which I might not have again, so I exerted myself, and with many efforts forced it back so that I could enter. I was now in a wing of the castle further to the right than the rooms I knew and a storey lower down. From the windows I could see that the suite of rooms lay along to the south of the castle, the windows of the end room looking out both west and south. On the latter side, as well as to the former, there was a great precipice. The castle was built on the corner of a great rock, so that on three sides it was quite impregnable, and great windows were placed here where sling, or bow, or culverin could not reach, and consequently light and comfort, impossible to a position which had to be guarded, were secured. To the west was a great valley, and then, rising far away, great jagged mountain fastnesses, rising peak on peak, the sheer rock studded with mountain ash and thorn, whose roots clung in cracks and crevices and crannies of the stone. This was evidently the portion of the castle occupied by the ladies in bygone days, for the furniture had more air of comfort than any I had seen. The windows were curtainless, and the yellow moonlight, flooding in through the diamond panes, enabled one to see even colours, whilst it softened the wealth of dust which lay over all and disguised in some measure the ravages of time and the moth. My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me, for there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble. Still, it was better than living alone in the rooms which I had come to hate from the presence of the Count, and after trying a little to school my nerves, I found a soft quietude come over me. Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last. It is nineteenth century up-to-date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.

there's a sort of karmic justice to this.

/r/shortguys comments on the situation

https://old.reddit.com/r/shortguys/comments/1bqnuvb/imagine_getting_blackpilled_in_kindergarten/?sort=controversial

Comments are

This guy is 43

This is above average 43 year old man because stock pictures don't have real 43 year old average men

43 year old is age when women outnumbering men even if we count the homosexual men.

So he made the comments go Reeeereeee

I noticed strange patterns

Absolutely majority are somewhat ARTIST

So they are proving that artist foids have some I mean manny screws loose

This one is literally a groopie

So Chas makes roastie reeeeee at any age

Foids are also delusional most of them are literally looking like shit and they get angry that a guy who puts a lot more efforts in looks than them don't wants them