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I support private ownership, entrepreneurship, and the ability for a private sector to exist and thrive. I denounce socialism, communism, and a distribution of weath as a go-to, defacto solution. However, I also do not believe everything should be privatized, as I support a mixed economy.

I do, however, believe there is a greed issue, and our youngest generations are not stupid. The "Own nothing: be 'Happy'" initiatives are predatory. Even Charlie Kirk said himself the lack of being able to have homeownership and real assets will radicalize a generation. In addition, when big tech companies conspire to spy on their customers while partnering with the federal government, this should send chills down everyone's spines.

I agree with Tucker Carlson that the Boomer generation has failed everyone. I agree with one of his guest speakers that everyone wants to grow their piece of the pie, but growing your piece by expanding your pie is the approach rather than consuming the rest of the pie (destroying everyone else's wealth at one's gain).

In addition, criminalizing homelessness when people can barely afford rent as they work multiple full-time jobs is inhumane and abhorrent. Enacting and enforcing strict zoning ordinances and preventing others from seeking alternative forms of housing, whether that be RVs or tiny homes, is disgusting. You either put up and remedy the housing issues or shut up and let people survive the way they see fit. I don't care how much of an eyesore it is to open your curtains in your McMansion and see a mobile home planted on the lawn next door. Your greed doesn't allow you to screw with others' living situations.

I never had anyone have my back, growing up, and i recognized that my lack of allies meant I'd be seen as an easy target, so I got really big, and I'd never fight fair.

For instance, one kid started a fight with me and threw a few punches, I smashed my elbow into his jaw as hard as I could and threw him down. As he got up, I lifted my right leg up and stomped his face onto the wood floor as hard as I could, forcing him to lay there.

Needless to say, nobody put their hands on me again for quite a while when they saw that. I did this because I felt if I can't protect myself with numbers, if I engage in such cruel methods of self defense which leave the opponent hurt so much worse than me, people will be too afraid of me to try that again.

Medication I had to take to survive also made my fingernails grow very fast, I used this to my advantage. For instance, one girl tried to cut the line to sign out for the bathroom. She grabbed the pen, I sank my nails deep into her hand and slid them down, forming a gash in her hand. This made her let go and recoil, calling me insane as she observed her bleeding hand.

I hated this girl all my life, she had a big mouth and thought she could screw with me because she was tall, this incident reminded her that while she's 6'1", she weighed well under 100 pounds and I was already 180 pounds and lean at that point.

I did this because I believed i could never let anyone have even the tiniest little inch, or others will see it and think I'm an easy target cause I had no friends. She tried to cut me in front of the class, so I stood up for myself and let it be known to everyone that I will not tolerate even the smallest bit of messing with me.

As for those who tried to physically bully me, I never bothered fighting fair, I'd claw at their eyes with my long, curved fingernails if I was in a headlock. On many cases, I put my nails into their eyes before they let go, horrified at my brutal methods. How did you do?

US Navy Commodore Josiah Tattnall famously quoted the phrase in 1859 to justify assisting the British during a war highlighting the special relationship between the USA and the UK.

The phrase suggests the family bonds of trust and loyalty are stronger than those friendships we make for ourselves.

In ancient Middle Eastern culture, blood rituals symbolized bonds that were far greater than those of family, and warriors Blood Brothers who symbolically share the blood they have shed in battle is far stronger than friendships made while growing up.

There is an expression dating back three thousand years that tells us "The blood of the covenant is far stronger than the water of the womb", which is the forerunner of today's phrase.

Modern usage we understand blood to be the bloodline of a family, but this is not the original meaning of the expression, and probably the. meaning has been corrupted over the centuries by the English nobility of the. Middle Ages to whom the blood line was all important.

What is your opinion?

Is blood thicker than water?