#Faszyzm #transhumanizm #efektywnyAltruizm #Akceleracjonizm #Eugenika #Kapitalizm #Trumpizm #KultŚmierci #Pochwycenie #MAGA

Faszyzm Dni Ostatecznych
(Naomi Klein i Astra Taylor)

...zamiast pytać: „Czy wszyscy podzielamy ten sam światopogląd?” Adrienne zachęca nas, byśmy zapytali: „Czy bije pani serce i czy planuje pani żyć? Proszę przejść tędy, a resztę ustalimy po drugiej stronie”.

Aby mieć nadzieję na walkę z faszystami dni ostatecznych, z ich nieustannie ograniczającymi i duszącymi koncentrycznymi kręgami „porządku miłości”, będziemy musieli zbudować niesforny, otwarty ruch wiernych kochających Ziemię: wiernych tej planecie, jej ludziom, jej stworzeniom i możliwości nadającej się do życia przyszłości dla nas wszystkich. Wiernych tutaj.

#LiberatedFromFB #sperm #egg #fertilization #compatibility #mybodymychoice #storytelling <--- important!

For years, we’ve heard it told like a high-stakes race — millions of sperm, racing through the reproductive system like Olympic swimmers, all in a desperate dash to be the first to reach the egg.
The fittest wins.
The prize? Fertilization.
Cue the heroic soundtrack.
But that tale?
It’s mostly myth, deeply rooted in a male-centric view of reproduction.
Thanks to a 2020 study, we now know the egg isn't a passive prize at the finish line — it’s a powerful decision-maker in its own right.
Turns out, the egg and sperm communicate.
The egg releases chemoattractants — specific chemical signals — that draw in preferred sperm.
And for the others?
She slows them down with a repelling signal.
Cervical mucus, particularly L-mucus, filters out weak or low-quality sperm before they even get a chance to swim.
Bye, boy.
As researcher Fitzpatrick put it:

"Follicular fluid from one female was better at attracting sperm from one male, while follicular fluid from another female was better at attracting sperm from a different male…"

Translation?
It’s about compatibility. It’s her body, her choice — down to a molecular level.
And once she’s made that choice and one lucky sperm starts penetrating the egg, she shuts it all down.
The egg releases a chemical that causes every other sperm’s head to literally pop off.
Yes — mass decapitation.
No second chances. No backup winners. No maybes.
Just the one she chose.
Oh, and let’s not forget the poetic ending:
Sperm? Smallest cell in the human body.
Egg? Largest.
She’s been running the show all along.
It’s about time we told the story right.
Credit to the respective owner (Respect 🫡)
We do not own this story — just lifting the curtain on the biological brilliance of women’s bodies.
Reproduction isn’t a race. It’s a conversation — and she gets the final word. 💪🧠💫

#rnzaf #rnzafpastandpresent #spitfire #triumphspitfire #LiberatedFromFB

URGENT CLARIFICATION: We’ve been made aware of widespread confusion between the Triumph Spitfire and the Supermarine Spitfire, which we wanted to move quickly to clear up.
This is not surprising. As well as having the same name, these doppelgangers share rakish good looks, stunning performances, and both Spitfires were plucky battlers that took the world by storm.
However, there are a few subtle differences that the untrained eye might not spot, so we’ve put together a handy guide so you can tell them apart at a glance.
The first major difference is under their graceful bonnets.
The Triumph Spitfire was powered by a gutsy 1.1 litre inline four producing 63 horsepower, and had a top speed of 148 km/h. This little beauty went from 0 to an infringement notice in a brisk 16.4 seconds and drank its fuel at a thrifty rate of 7.41 litres per 100km.
By contrast the Supermarine Spitfire was powered by a slightly more powerful 27-litre V12 Rolls-Royce Merlin engine capable of producing up to 1860 horsepower, depending on its supercharger.
This little sportster would earn you a fine by the time you took off and could exceed 700km/h when you decided to give it the jandal. However, this performance came at a price: The Supermarine Spitfire consumed up to 409 litres of fuel per hour when in a hurry so it paid to have a service station nearby when you were out buzzing about.
The second major difference to look for is in armament. Triumph did not provide its Spitfire owners with gun choice as a factory option. By contrast Supermarine gave its owners variety, with an early choice of eight machine guns and, in later models, four 20 mm cannons. Bombs were also an option for some models. Of course, disappointed Triumph owners could always go for retrofit options.
Finally, the biggest, and probably most easy-to-spot giveaway, is in colour choices.
The Triumph Spitfire came in a huge range of colours, ranging from Leyland White to some 1970s stunners such as Carmin, Burgundy, Scarlet, Mimosa and, of course, British Racing Green.
Spitfires came in shades of green, brown and sometimes with a two-tone pattern to distinguish their undersides. Later models came with black and white racing stripes but they were mostly variations of green and brown, and it was a dull range compared to the Triumphs.
So, there you go – hopefully you will never be confused again and we won’t have Spitfire fans arriving at our museum hoping to see a Triumph, when we only have a Supermarine Spitfire on show.
This urgent clarification has been brought to you by Optrex.

Wieczna Sałatka [Osada pod Drzewem Życia]

Jeśli jesteście w stanie wspólnie przygotować i zjeść sałatkę, jesteście w stanie wspólnie osiągnąć wszystko.

Co jest istotą (składkowej) sałatki?

Otóż sałatka owa służy do tego, żeby osoby sałatkujące siadły na koniec dookoła wielkiej michy i z możliwie jednakową przyjemnością spożyły produkt swojej pracy - w miarę możności dzieląc się nadwyżką z innymi, a niewykorzystane składniki kompostując lub przetwarzając w inny sposób.

Osiągnięcie tego celu jest zadaniem nietrywialnym. Bo oto nie tylko sałatka powinna być w miarę zdrowa i smaczna. Nie tylko powinna pasować do gustów osób sałatkujących w stopniu co najmniej wystarczająco dobrym...