I'm Dario. My special hobbies are make music, visit awesome place like mountain lakes and ride my MTB down the Ticino's valley. I adore cats and quiet places. Don't ask me to comment political speeches anymore: I'm tired to do that and want quiet and serenity if it's possilble. Cents, votes, reminds are welcome to reward my skill and job. Thanks in advance.
Political party=Jeffersonian meets Libertarian meets Star Ship Troopers. Free speech is only for free people. Commies and soy lefties are censored and perma banned here.
Howdtside Da Baax Edjutainment is a mouthpiece for alternative perspective beyond the knee jerk. A Weigh Knew Whirled !! Join Freelance Scientist Doctor Lenny Thyme. The plan is to stage play learning and create learning environments on human scale that address specific issues of societal repair. Doc Thyme is a PhD chemist, inorganic Group Theory, an educator and a Radio Talk Show Host. Doc works with the Treei calendar of nature to interpret reality using Fibonacci fractal scales. Welcome to Sociochemistry.
I AM JARV. Founding fathers spoke of a painting with a sunset/sunrise.. Ben (I believe it was) asked, is it a rising sun or a setting one.. in 1776 it was rising. And what about NOW? The West is Ending.. Or is it REALLY?
I am Sedian. A Traditional Heathen
https://Norroena.orghttps://substack.com/@wuhlv my poems and memories
ᚲᛁᚾᛊᛗᚨᚾ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᚲᛁᚾᛊᛗᚨᚾ᛫ᛊᛃᛟᚢᛚᛞ᛫ᛒᛖ᛫ᛏᚱᚢᛖ.
They call you an anti-semite because they can't call you a liar. If what you said were untrue they would.
Lift, Read, Live
Exceptions do not make the rule
I do not hold answers, only thoughts. I share those for free.
I do not see the mountain I cannot climb, the river I cannot swim or the battle I cannot win.
I see my self, my spirit, my ability.
And so I climb, I swim and I war.
Science is an inadequate tool of induction that reduces the variables of reality to the absurd in order to assert the lie it can understand and explain reality as a whole.
That's why "Trust the science" is not only absurd in its materialistic inductive understanding but vulgar in its hubris.
Never a castle falls to bombardment of an enemy. Never do powerful feel the agony of war. They feast on the souls of innocence. Their cups runneth over with the death of youth, but only of strangers; To fill an appetite, a hunger for power, to indulge in its drunkeness. Oblivious to neighboring fences that hide carnage in graves, awaiting time to pass for forgiveness of sins. ***