Starprophet @[email protected]
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Joined Feb 2024
Hey tradcucks.
If you're more concerned about televangelists being insulted. Instead of being concerned about innocent men being stripped of their due process, and subjected to a false rape accusation from a run-through whore...
You're going to get blocked.
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"Math classes cause 'intellectual trauma' to minorities: STUDY"
These people must be vaporized by a hypersonic orbital strike.
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Tradcucks being indistinguishable from SJWs. Surprisingly, not surprising. :pepe_newspaper:
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@ChristiJunior @Rasterman
I remember more than 10 years ago, when me and other men noticed that the tradcucks would never criticize family courts that screw men over in divorce.
When we tried to bring this up, the tradcucks vociferously defended the family courts. Even in 2019, the tradcucks were so adamant in defending family court, that they were even defending family court ordered child genital mutilation (the James Younger case). Governor Asa Hutchinson, an awe-shucks McChristian tradcon, was openly defending family court ordered child genital mutilation, on Tucker Carlson's Fox News show!
Awe-shucks Hutchinson was late to getting the 2020 GOP memo, that stated, "actually, supporting cutting off children's body parts is PR poison."
I remember more than 10 years ago, when me and other men noticed that the tradcucks would never criticize family courts that screw men over in divorce.
When we tried to bring this up, the tradcucks vociferously defended the family courts. Even in 2019, the tradcucks were so adamant in defending family court, that they were even defending family court ordered child genital mutilation (the James Younger case). Governor Asa Hutchinson, an awe-shucks McChristian tradcon, was openly defending family court ordered child genital mutilation, on Tucker Carlson's Fox News show!
Awe-shucks Hutchinson was late to getting the 2020 GOP memo, that stated, "actually, supporting cutting off children's body parts is PR poison."
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Hey tradcucks.
This is also degeneracy too.
#Evangelicals #Christianity #Women #FamilyCourt #FamilyCourts #Divorce
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RE: https://noauthority.social/@StarProphet/113857354007236589
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You call it the male gaze, I call it fertility detection mode.
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@DC5FAN @judgedread You cannot serve both God and Mammon
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@judgedread Watching Churches buckle like cowards to secular authority and obediently close their doors will do that
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/*Bradbury Speaks*/
PREDICTING THE PAST, REMEMBERING THE FUTURE (2001)
It was finally Walter Bradbury at Doubleday, no relation, who one night said, “What about all those Martian stories you’ve published in the pulp magazines? Wouldn’t they make a sort of ramshackle novel if you tied them together in a tapestry and called them The Martian Chronicles? Go back to the YMCA, write me an outline, and if I find it’s good enough, I’ll advance you seven hundred fifty dollars.”
I stayed up all night at the YMCA, created Mars on my portable typewriter, and showed it to him the next day.
He said, “Here’s your seven hundred fifty dollars!”
So The Martian Chronicles was born.
Mainly, I might add, influenced by Winesburg, Ohio. I read that book when I was twenty-four and thought how wonderful if someday I could write something as fine but locate it on Mars. I made an outline for my possible book but forgot it. Now Walter Bradbury was suggesting a tapestry of those stories, and I recalled Sherwood Anderson’s influence.
The rest is history. The book was published to few reviews. In the thirties, forties, and fifties, it was rare for a science-fiction or fantasy book to appear. Readers had to wait months or years, subsisting on H. G. Wells and Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.
Then, in the fifties and sixties, more and more novels about the future and outer space appeared. Soon a revolution occurred in American education. For the first time in history, students educated teachers.
They came into the classroom with books by Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, and occasionally myself, and gave them to the teacher in place of apples.
The teacher glared at these novels and said, Science fiction—what’s that?
The kids said, Try the first chapter.
The teachers read the first chapter and said, Not bad, then read on and finally began to teach.
Today the novels of these authors and myself are in all the schools and colleges of America.
Much of this was provoked, of course, by our successful Moon landing. When Apollo 11 printed the lunar soil, it imprinted all our lives.
Gateways opened to wider fields. Since that time the most successful Hollywood films have been science fiction or fantasy.
So I’ve come a long way from my encounters with Mr. Electrico, L. Frank Baum, Verne, Burroughs, and, before that, Edgar Allan Poe.
People ask me where my science fiction or fantasy will be taking me in the coming years. I believe that the whole outreach of science-fiction writers in the near future must be in a religious relationship with the universe. It was first indicated in that landmark film Close Encounters of the Third Kind, when, in the final scenes, we scan the heavens to see the arrival of the mother ship, which is really an entire city from across the universe.
The scene is reminiscent of the encounter between God and Adam on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, when God reaches down to touch and Adam reaches up to touch, and the spark leaps the gap.
So it is that we fantasy writers must look to the universe and give reasons for revisiting the Moon, heading for Mars, and moving out toward the cosmos.
Space travel to me answers the age-old question: What are we doing here? What is life all about? Where are we going?
George Bernard Shaw, many years ago, believed that the human race was headed in a direction that it could not quite comprehend but would nevertheless hurl ourselves headlong into that unplumbed future.
My own belief is that the universe exists as a miracle and that we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?
We are that audience.
We are here to see and touch, describe and move. Our job, then, is to occupy ourselves with paying back the gift. This must be at the center of the stories, novels, and films that we fantasy writers create tomorrow.
When we first landed on the Moon on that night in July 1969, I was asked to appear on The David Frost Show.
I eagerly accepted because I wanted to explain that space travel was about mankind’s possible immortality.
David Frost, however, laughed at the whole encounter, and I walked off the show.
At 8:30 P.M., London time, we landed on the Moon. The following dawn Neil Armstrong emerged from the craft to footprint the lunar soil.
Fleeing The David Frost Show at midnight, I crossed London to do a Telstar show with Walter Cronkite, who allowed me to speak the truths I felt were inherent in our escape from Earth.
I stayed up, did a dozen shows, cried all night with joy, because it was the most important night in my life, and for all the people on Earth.
At around nine in the morning, I walked back across London, totally exhausted but totally happy.
In front of my hotel, I saw a small tabloid newspaper with a headline which read NEIL ARMSTRONG WALKS AT SIX A.M.... BRADBURY WALKS AT MIDNIGHT.
PREDICTING THE PAST, REMEMBERING THE FUTURE (2001)
It was finally Walter Bradbury at Doubleday, no relation, who one night said, “What about all those Martian stories you’ve published in the pulp magazines? Wouldn’t they make a sort of ramshackle novel if you tied them together in a tapestry and called them The Martian Chronicles? Go back to the YMCA, write me an outline, and if I find it’s good enough, I’ll advance you seven hundred fifty dollars.”
I stayed up all night at the YMCA, created Mars on my portable typewriter, and showed it to him the next day.
He said, “Here’s your seven hundred fifty dollars!”
So The Martian Chronicles was born.
Mainly, I might add, influenced by Winesburg, Ohio. I read that book when I was twenty-four and thought how wonderful if someday I could write something as fine but locate it on Mars. I made an outline for my possible book but forgot it. Now Walter Bradbury was suggesting a tapestry of those stories, and I recalled Sherwood Anderson’s influence.
The rest is history. The book was published to few reviews. In the thirties, forties, and fifties, it was rare for a science-fiction or fantasy book to appear. Readers had to wait months or years, subsisting on H. G. Wells and Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.
Then, in the fifties and sixties, more and more novels about the future and outer space appeared. Soon a revolution occurred in American education. For the first time in history, students educated teachers.
They came into the classroom with books by Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, and occasionally myself, and gave them to the teacher in place of apples.
The teacher glared at these novels and said, Science fiction—what’s that?
The kids said, Try the first chapter.
The teachers read the first chapter and said, Not bad, then read on and finally began to teach.
Today the novels of these authors and myself are in all the schools and colleges of America.
Much of this was provoked, of course, by our successful Moon landing. When Apollo 11 printed the lunar soil, it imprinted all our lives.
Gateways opened to wider fields. Since that time the most successful Hollywood films have been science fiction or fantasy.
So I’ve come a long way from my encounters with Mr. Electrico, L. Frank Baum, Verne, Burroughs, and, before that, Edgar Allan Poe.
People ask me where my science fiction or fantasy will be taking me in the coming years. I believe that the whole outreach of science-fiction writers in the near future must be in a religious relationship with the universe. It was first indicated in that landmark film Close Encounters of the Third Kind, when, in the final scenes, we scan the heavens to see the arrival of the mother ship, which is really an entire city from across the universe.
The scene is reminiscent of the encounter between God and Adam on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, when God reaches down to touch and Adam reaches up to touch, and the spark leaps the gap.
So it is that we fantasy writers must look to the universe and give reasons for revisiting the Moon, heading for Mars, and moving out toward the cosmos.
Space travel to me answers the age-old question: What are we doing here? What is life all about? Where are we going?
George Bernard Shaw, many years ago, believed that the human race was headed in a direction that it could not quite comprehend but would nevertheless hurl ourselves headlong into that unplumbed future.
My own belief is that the universe exists as a miracle and that we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?
We are that audience.
We are here to see and touch, describe and move. Our job, then, is to occupy ourselves with paying back the gift. This must be at the center of the stories, novels, and films that we fantasy writers create tomorrow.
When we first landed on the Moon on that night in July 1969, I was asked to appear on The David Frost Show.
I eagerly accepted because I wanted to explain that space travel was about mankind’s possible immortality.
David Frost, however, laughed at the whole encounter, and I walked off the show.
At 8:30 P.M., London time, we landed on the Moon. The following dawn Neil Armstrong emerged from the craft to footprint the lunar soil.
Fleeing The David Frost Show at midnight, I crossed London to do a Telstar show with Walter Cronkite, who allowed me to speak the truths I felt were inherent in our escape from Earth.
I stayed up, did a dozen shows, cried all night with joy, because it was the most important night in my life, and for all the people on Earth.
At around nine in the morning, I walked back across London, totally exhausted but totally happy.
In front of my hotel, I saw a small tabloid newspaper with a headline which read NEIL ARMSTRONG WALKS AT SIX A.M.... BRADBURY WALKS AT MIDNIGHT.
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@Rasterman @ChristiJunior @Starprophet @zeke ah yes, the video with the recopilation of cash luna's top 5 most ridiculous miracles, with commentary.
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@Rasterman @ChristiJunior
"Does this work just like with any other grifter? That is, his new griftees are unaware of his shady past?"
Note that the anti-videogame tradcucks on Twitter X are defending an obvious tattooed whore named Melanie Mac. So of course they're not going to care about Ted Haggard's shady past.
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We are not the compliant White people of the past.
We're the ones who have broken the spell despite being indoctrinated from birth to betray our own interests.
We're not “colorblind.” We're not captured by Con Inc. We don't worship at the altar of MLK.
We're not vying for representation in the Imaginary Oppression Olympics; we're the actual victims of the greatest demographic war the world has ever seen and we refuse to pretend we don't see it.
We are multiple generations who have been unambiguously hated and discriminated against in our own homelands because of who we are.
We're not programmed by your 20th Century television. We're not buying the 1960s Communism that you sell as 21st Century Conservatism.
We don't care about your corporation's bottom line. Our allegiance is not to GDP. Your lame sports analogies don't trick us into cheering for our own disenfranchisement.
We don't want to be replaced by illegal immigrants. We don't want to be replaced by legal immigrants.
We don't care about being called Racist™ because we know we're right. We don't care about being called “Woke Right” because we know it's the new way to say Racist™ and we know that whoever's saying it is gay.
We laugh at the labels you put on us. We embrace them. We wear them as badges of honor.
You did this. You made us defiantly White.
We had high-trust societies. We had Western Civilization.
What we had wasn't yours to give away. What's left isn't yours to bleed dry.
We're not a charity. We're not a company.
We don't want their wretched refuse. We don't need their best and brightest.
We've taken our own side.
We have no White guilt.
We want remigration.
We want our fucking homes back.
https://nitter.poast.org/TooWhiteToTweet/status/1873372148754174368#m
We're the ones who have broken the spell despite being indoctrinated from birth to betray our own interests.
We're not “colorblind.” We're not captured by Con Inc. We don't worship at the altar of MLK.
We're not vying for representation in the Imaginary Oppression Olympics; we're the actual victims of the greatest demographic war the world has ever seen and we refuse to pretend we don't see it.
We are multiple generations who have been unambiguously hated and discriminated against in our own homelands because of who we are.
We're not programmed by your 20th Century television. We're not buying the 1960s Communism that you sell as 21st Century Conservatism.
We don't care about your corporation's bottom line. Our allegiance is not to GDP. Your lame sports analogies don't trick us into cheering for our own disenfranchisement.
We don't want to be replaced by illegal immigrants. We don't want to be replaced by legal immigrants.
We don't care about being called Racist™ because we know we're right. We don't care about being called “Woke Right” because we know it's the new way to say Racist™ and we know that whoever's saying it is gay.
We laugh at the labels you put on us. We embrace them. We wear them as badges of honor.
You did this. You made us defiantly White.
We had high-trust societies. We had Western Civilization.
What we had wasn't yours to give away. What's left isn't yours to bleed dry.
We're not a charity. We're not a company.
We don't want their wretched refuse. We don't need their best and brightest.
We've taken our own side.
We have no White guilt.
We want remigration.
We want our fucking homes back.
https://nitter.poast.org/TooWhiteToTweet/status/1873372148754174368#m
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@Starprophet @ChristiJunior I've heard of all but the first. Copeland is the guy that looks perma-possessed by devils. 
I want to believe Ted Haggard's career as a pastor ended after that scandal... but did it?
I want to believe Ted Haggard's career as a pastor ended after that scandal... but did it?
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Elon's SpaceX Starship:
Orbital rocket reuse.
Raptor 2 engine 314 flew on Booster 12 (IFT-5). It flew on Booster 14 for IFT-7, and may fly again on Booster 14 for IFT-9.
SpaceX Starship is effectively the Saturn V's fully reusable successor.
#Space #SpaceX #Starship #ElonMusk #IFT5 #IFT7 #IFT9 #SaturnV
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