"‘No More Diversity Training’: Military Recruitment Skyrockets"

Perhaps with Trump, Vance and Hegseth, young men are again interested in the military. Strength is an appealing quality in leadership. =)

For those of you with a reaction channel and don't like censorship...there is an explicit version. The way God intended and if you were alive back in 1990, you'd know this!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msrq0HjwJUM

Who cares what UK and Germany thinks about Trump's Ukraine Peace agenda, the UK Still lives in the middle ages and Germany is jailing ppl for memes, and attacking free speech. Trump is right, Zelensky is a Dictator, trying to cosplay as President Putin.

If Zelensky is afraid to have democratic elections, then that should be a clear indication that he's very unpopular for killing millions of Ukrainians, while profiting of their deaths, and would surely lose.

End the Dictatorship of Zelensky

Putting in genuine effort feels like wasted effort sometimes. It's like people have this standard of movie-like perfection that just doesn't exist naturally, or without proper communication.

I feel humiliated and depressed, and on top of that I feel like the bad guy for having those emotions.

I feel like I've put genuine thought and effort into making this person feel important. I've stuck by and listened; really, genuinely listened.

All of that just to be left waiting, without any kind of heads up, flowers and gifts in hand, all dressed up and wanting to make it a special day.

Only to be stood up and told that no man has ever or will ever put any kind of real effort.

Was it not enough effort? Or am I just not a man?

I let myself be vulnerable enough to want to build a relationship again.

Even if it wasn't meant as a direct attack, I still feel disrespected.

I had no foul intentions. And my feeling were true.

I'm still processing how to feel and respond.

Idk, I'm just ranting and venting here so I can get it out of my system.

I didn't think I'd feel this hurt.

But oh well, love finds a way.

With someone, at some point in my life. Maybe someone else.

I'm going to keep putting in that effort, but for someone who appreciates the little gestures as much as the grand gestures.

I have my friends, I have my dog, and I have myself.

The rest will work itself out when it's time I guess.

In Finland, we also celebrate friendships on Valentine's day, it's not just a day celebrated by couples.
Hyvää ystävänpäivää, mun kaverit! :)))

#friendship

One thing that this world has shown me is that those who are kind, good spirits will usually be attacked from birth onward and will have people talking crap about them even after they pass away, cold and alone with no one to hold. Those who are cruel, malicious, callous and vicious, will usually be praised, worshipped and live long happy lives of exploitation, manipulation and domination over others. They will usually pass peacefully with droves of loved ones they abused their whole lives around them, their victims continuing to sing their praises long after they have passed. It really boggles the mind.

Recently my younger cousin passed away and her own mother was attempting to turn me against her at her daughters memorial. It was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. Two days ago my abusive step grandmother who abused me and all my siblings (to the point where my mother wouldn’t let us go to her house anymore), passed away and everyone is singing her praises. I’m disgusted by this world. Ashley suffered her entire life and died at the age of 34 with no one around her to hold or comfort her. Her own young daughter found her dead… grandma Donna on the other hand passed peacefully in a hospital in her 90s having suffered no major health issues her entire life, surrounded by droves of worshippers who are singing her praises. When i politely asked my step father to stop texting me about it and i explained why, i was told I’m “bitter, malignant and unforgiving”… Ashley didn’t deserve what happened to her yet no one had a kind word to say about her at her own memorial despite her kindness and good spirit. She never harmed or abused anyone a day in her life and yet her mother relentlessly harassed her until her death. Grandma donna? Everyone thinks she’s the best thing since sliced butter after she let our step cousins bully my half brother to the point where my mom had to keep us from that side of the family for our safety. I’m disgusted by their love of evil. I said what I said.

I'd like to thank that one caller on Saturday who couldn't spell my name or listen to me spell it for her; so she told me I'm pronouncing it wrong "because Americans always pronounce it wrong."

If it weren't for her not being American, I would have continued my 36th year on this planet thinking I was pronouncing my own name correctly. My life is changed, forever! If I had a relationship with my family, I'd let them know, too.