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WTF, PEACE? Why?Ah, peace. That beautiful, misunderstood, and endlessly versatile word. It’s a concept so many strive for, yet so few truly grasp. Most people think of peace as the absence of conflict, a tranquil retreat after the storm, the moment they can finally breathe easy. But let me tell you something: peace isn’t the end of the game. It’s the ultimate power play. It’s not the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1KB Vue
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A Love letter to Jimmy Carter, What would Jimmy Do?Enough with the excuses. Enough with the cowardice masquerading as strategy. Enough with the endless parades for war while peace slinks away unnoticed. Every country, every so-called leader, needs to hear this loud and clear: peace isn’t just an option. It’s the only victory worth having. And it’s time you declared it with the same pomp, the same fury, the same goddamned...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 2KB Vue
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Bend the Knee?History is a cruel judge. It sees in black and white, leaving no room for nuance. Today, I bent the knee. Not because I wanted to, not because I lacked the courage to fight, but because the game demands it. Sometimes, survival is not about charging forward with a sword drawn; sometimes, it’s about stepping back, assessing the battlefield, and choosing the moment when the blade will strike...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1KB Vue
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Jimmy Carter: A Reckoning for the Silent, the Critics, and the BetrayersJimmy Carter—alive, resolute, and still proving you wrong after 100 years. A century of service, a life defined by principle, decency, and the unwavering belief that peace is not just possible, but essential. He stands as the living embodiment of integrity, a man who has outlasted wars, critics, and the cowardice of those who sneered at him. And yet, as he breathes, as he continues his...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 2KB Vue
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Keep Calm, Carry OnThis is Thomas, Patty, and Francis’s day. It should have been February. It is February in my heart. But here I am, writing in January, because the world, the calendar, and the slow, indifferent grind of time have stolen it from us again. February 29 doesn’t exist this year. A blank space, a forgotten square. As if that day—his day, our day—could be erased. But the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1KB Vue