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Isaac
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Building a business, into bitcoin & economics, volleyball dad

How do I avoid seeing true-life graphic violence? I don’t want to see it.

I accidentally saw some on twitter. I open nostr and your post is the first thing I see.

Do I just have to stop using social media?

Yes. This is glaringly obvious here in Portland.

I moved back here in 2015 and found the city overrun by druggie criminals that live on the streets. (Grew up here but left in 1999.)

I could tell stories, but this one says it all - They leave used needles on playgrounds and children are being injured by stepping on them (and sliding over them). True story.

I joined a neighborhood association safety committee to try to make change. I learned that the Portland citizen doesn’t want change.

Their HIGHEST value is what they call “compassion.” Even the few who argue for public safety begin their sentences with “I’m a compassionate person, but _______.”

The opposition shouts us down. “How dare you! These people are down on their luck and need help! You want to criminalize their poverty!”

Many Portlanders do want change, but they remain silent. They can’t reconcile safety with their need to feel “compassionate.”

I gave up after a year. It was obvious to me that criminals were preying on the liberal desire to “feel like a good person.”

Somehow they have misunderstood the word “compassion.” They only understand the part that empathizes and believes all criminals to be “good.”

They miss entirely that real compassion includes accountability and holding up standards. Tough love.

They have let the psychopaths hijack their empathy, and they’re defenseless against this type of criminal. They’ve allowed them to nearly destroy the city.

That was obvious to me in 2015, and I’m glad Jordan is pointing it out.

How does this scam work? Are they just trying to figure out who has bitcoin and then social engineer them into giving it up or something?

I get the sentiment, and it must be tough to put out bitcoin content. You know that hopium meme? I actually consciously know that’s what I’m looking for sometimes.

Sometimes I just want entertainment (I find good conversations entertaining) with some extreme optimism. Other times I’ll take doses of reality.

GM and Happy Sabbath.

I’m not trying to be snarky, but didn’t this guy create the problem he’s describing?

Anybody know why all my posts mention a song? Only when I use Damus, not Primal. I can’t find a setting for that, don’t know where it came from.

What’s Really in Your Breakfast Bowl?

Last week at our Orange Hatter meeting, we dug into Chapters 2 and 3 of Fiat Food by

Matthew Lydian

and

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Let me just say—what we learned about the history of cornflakes completely blew our minds.

Did you know that the Kellogg cereal many of us grew up associating with a "healthy breakfast" was originally designed as a purposefully bland food meant to curb carnal desires? I know, it sounds crazy.

Here’s the story:

John Harvey Kellogg, a devout Seventh-Day Adventist, and others within the movement believed that red meat was the root cause of carnal desires, including the urge to masturbate.

Their solution? A vegetarian, tasteless diet to suppress these urges.

The extent of their beliefs included horrific measures, like the mutilation of children's bodies and caging their sexual organs.

Over decades, the Adventists infiltrated government systems and schools under the guise of "diet and nutrition education," fundamentally shaping U.S. food policies to reflect their vision of an anti-masturbatorial vegetarian utopia.

This whole thing isn’t just a bizarre piece of history—it’s a huge lesson in the power of influence and especially in the power of money.

None of us knew the cereal lining grocery store shelves was born of religious zealotry aimed at controlling human desires.

It’s a jaw-dropping example of how marketing and money can rewrite the narrative of a product and reshape public perception on a massive scale.

Think about it: with a smart marketing campaign, an entire nation was convinced to embrace a food product with a purpose most of us would never have imagined.

So, what else don’t we know about the food we eat?

If you’re curious, let’s keep the conversation going.

Join the Orange Hatter Reading Club by visiting http://orangehatter.com/reading-club.

This Wednesday night at 8:30 PM EST, we’ll be diving into the next chapters.

Join us as we keep asking questions and learning together.

#FiatFood #OrangeHatter

Also, the Adventist church has always had a strong health message. The Bible says our bodies are a temple, and we’ve tried to live that way, however imperfectly.

Vegetarianism has been a big part of our practices. I grew up Adventist and vegetarian, but started eating meat when I was a teenager.

These days probably 40% of Adventists are vegetarian. Many of them think it’s a healthier way to live. You and I might disagree, and that’s fine, but in general they do try to practice healthy living.

Loma Linda, CA is a “blue zone” because of all the Adventists there. Why do they live so long? Is it because of health practices? Community? Spirituality? Something else? I’d guess a bit of everything.

What’s Really in Your Breakfast Bowl?

Last week at our Orange Hatter meeting, we dug into Chapters 2 and 3 of Fiat Food by

Matthew Lydian

and

nostr:npub1gdu7w6l6w65qhrdeaf6eyywepwe7v7ezqtugsrxy7hl7ypjsvxksd76nak

.

Let me just say—what we learned about the history of cornflakes completely blew our minds.

Did you know that the Kellogg cereal many of us grew up associating with a "healthy breakfast" was originally designed as a purposefully bland food meant to curb carnal desires? I know, it sounds crazy.

Here’s the story:

John Harvey Kellogg, a devout Seventh-Day Adventist, and others within the movement believed that red meat was the root cause of carnal desires, including the urge to masturbate.

Their solution? A vegetarian, tasteless diet to suppress these urges.

The extent of their beliefs included horrific measures, like the mutilation of children's bodies and caging their sexual organs.

Over decades, the Adventists infiltrated government systems and schools under the guise of "diet and nutrition education," fundamentally shaping U.S. food policies to reflect their vision of an anti-masturbatorial vegetarian utopia.

This whole thing isn’t just a bizarre piece of history—it’s a huge lesson in the power of influence and especially in the power of money.

None of us knew the cereal lining grocery store shelves was born of religious zealotry aimed at controlling human desires.

It’s a jaw-dropping example of how marketing and money can rewrite the narrative of a product and reshape public perception on a massive scale.

Think about it: with a smart marketing campaign, an entire nation was convinced to embrace a food product with a purpose most of us would never have imagined.

So, what else don’t we know about the food we eat?

If you’re curious, let’s keep the conversation going.

Join the Orange Hatter Reading Club by visiting http://orangehatter.com/reading-club.

This Wednesday night at 8:30 PM EST, we’ll be diving into the next chapters.

Join us as we keep asking questions and learning together.

#FiatFood #OrangeHatter

I’m a Seventh Day Adventist. I don’t pretend our church and community are perfect, but these claims seem silly. I suspect there are some partial truths in there, but I doubt it’s an accurate portrayal of reality.

Mutilation? That would be awful. I’d guess how that got in the book is there was some story somewhere that someone was mutilated, maybe by a crazy person who was Adventist, but there’s no way that was a common practice.

And we’ve never been “powerful” or rich enough to shape national politics. We wouldn’t want to if we could. Political engagement isn’t part of who we are.

There is one exception though. We’re strong advocates and defenders of religious freedom.

All that said, I don’t speak for the church or any other people. Likewise, nobody speaks for me.

Happy Sabbath!