Antonio Dias

To recover, you literally need to manually learn skills that most people learn as a toddler

You need to learn what makes your body uncomfortable, and what to do to fix it

If you are high-masking, that usually means that you have learned to ignore every distress signal your body sends unless it is a distress signal that a neurotypical person would recognize. People have likely been unintentionally gaslighting you about your lived experience your entire life

If you feel bad or panicked for no reason, stop and try to pay attention to your body. Are you tense? You are likely feeling physical pain somewhere. If you've been gaslit about your pain your entire life, you might not be able to identify it.

Go through a sensory checklist.

SIGHT: Try closing and covering your eyes. If this gives you relief, the lights are probably too bright. You may also need differently-colored lights

SOUND: Cover your ears. Does this give you relief? If so, you may need earplugs or noise canceling headphones. You may also benefit from a neutral or pleasant background noise, like soft music or brown noise.

TOUCH: Are your clothes uncomfortable? Your chair? Your body? Do you feel greasy, like you need a shower? Do you need softer, sensory-friendly clothing?

TASTE: Do you need to brush your teeth or tongue? Would chewing on something help?

SMELL: Is there a strong or unpleasant smell in the room? Do you need to clean or empty a trash can? Would an air purifier help? Would a pleasant smell like a candle help?

INTEROCEPTION: Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired? How is your posture? Are any of your muscles tight or sore? Scan your body slowly from head to feet, tensing and loosening each group of muscles. Going for a walk or doing a series of quick stretches may help a lot.

Learning how to do this stuff is not intuitive, if you've had an entire lifetime of gaslighting telling you that everything hurting you isn't a big deal and you're being dramatic over nothing.

This takes time, it takes work, it's not intuitive, and it's hard. Most people forget how hard it is, because they learned this as toddlers.

Carlos Latuff :: @LatuffCartoons

This cartoon is 14 years old and remains incredibly relevant today!

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What has happened at the 2026 World Cup over the last 48 hours:

• Swiss footballer Embolo's visa was put under review and he was only able to join his team days later.

• Iraqi national team player Aymen Hussein was held for questioning for nearly 7 hours upon entering the United States.

• The Iranian national team spent days dealing with visa procedures at the U.S. Consulate in Türkiye. The U.S. only allowed them entry on match days. Fifteen members of the delegation were denied visas.

• Omar Abdulkadir Artan, named CAF's Best African Referee of 2025, was denied a visa. Despite travelling to the U.S. with a diplomatic passport, he was refused entry and sent back. FIFA announced that he will not be able to officiate at the tournament.

• The South African national team arrived in the United States much later than planned because part of the delegation was not granted visas.

• Members of the Senegal national team staff were forced to remove their shoes and subjected to lengthy searches, sparking accusations of racism.

• The Uzbekistan national team was searched with bomb-sniffing dogs and the footage went viral in international media.

• Some Scottish supporters, despite being eligible to enter the U.S. visa-free under the ESTA programme, had their travel authorisations revoked just days before departure.

• Many supporters who had already bought tickets and booked accommodation had their visa applications rejected, resulting in financial losses.

PART 2.

Tuesday, June 9, 2026.

So who is checking them. The answer is almost nobody. MIDA hires and pays its own private auditor, and the state’s independent auditor is locked out by design.

We only know any of this because of State Auditor Tina Cannon. After thousands of us flooded her office with letters and calls, she listened. She built a public website with an interactive timeline, board history, and every project, and she admitted her own office does not audit MIDA and cannot control the firm that does.

Here is why this matters everywhere. MIDA’s own plan calls this a replicable model. It is a blueprint, and it is already spreading. There is a 12-gigawatt project called Joule in Millard County on a different track, same fast-forward, same water-and-power grab.

The steps never change. MIDA picks the land. The county signs one consent paper, and a commissioner called it irrevocable. The environmental review comes after the deal, not before. And a new law, HB60, strips your right to fight it in court. MIDA is only one of seven state-created entities with this kind of authority. If they can cram this down our throats in Utah, they can do it in your state next. What happens here will not stay here. But we are not powerless. We made the State Auditor act just by showing up and refusing to shut up. We are united, left and right, and we will fight to protect Utah and to warn everyone else.

Share this, because people in every state need to see it coming.

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Full quote - "If any white man in the world says give me liberty or give me death, the entire white world applauds. When a black man says exactly the same thing - word for word - he is judged a criminal and treated like one, and everything possible is done to make an example of this bad n*gger so there won't be any more like him."

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If you are reading this then judgement has not yet reached you. Prepare yourself. Or indulge in denial. Either way it will not affect the outcome of events. I am merely giving you the option to go out with some dignity.

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"Would you? If you could?"

That is something I have been repeatedly asked as a hypothetical in regards to Cysalla. If I was given the realistic opportunity to have her as my lover, would I?

No. Absolutely not. Never. This has nothing to do with the age gap between us, or the paternal affection I have always felt for her. It comes from the undeniable and factual reality that she and Reilen are meant to be. Have always, and will always be, meant for each other. If you have ever witnessed true love than you know exactly what I mean. You do not insert yourself, or even your imagined desires, where you know that you have no right to be.

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For ten days I wore heavily tinted sunglasses. With side shields. My eyes were photosensitive to a quite extraordinary degree. My body also struggled with heat regulation. Alternating between excessive sweating and feeling like I was a kettle under pressure about to boil over.

"Doc, if you're planning on dying I hope you ain't expecting a proper burial." LaRue, the drover for my cart called up to me one afternoon. "This ground is like cement. Probably break a shovel on it."

"I expect to be left for the vultures." I replied with my dignity wounded but refusing to show it. "They need to eat as well."

"I'll bury you." Nigel muttered from the bench beside me. "But you better not be dying anytime soon. Don't you dare be that selfish!"

"Not every death is a matter of choice or preference." I replied and was actually sincerely glad that I hadn't resumed my drinking. The heat was marginally less miserable while sober. "However, if I am given the option, I will deny death and choose life."

"Thank you."

Stonekettle Station

Jim Wright ·

So, how's that FIFA Peace Prize working out for you?

People on here talking about how it's unprecedented for a nation to detain and restrict foreign athletes coming for an international sporting event, arbitrarily refuse entry to referees and other officials and refuse entry to team members based on race or religion, send secret police and national security teams to shadow visitors and restrict their movements, and use the event to further a white supremacist agenda. Unprecedented? I guess you guys don't remember the 1936 Olympics.

Pinions and balconies

reflecting the feel of the wind

in my hair

across my face

muscle memory amnesia

I've done this before but can't remember how,

whisper my words to me

with your strawberry daiquiri lips

I gave your name to the universe

written out in crop circles across the continent

angels and aliens

know what I know but not enough

your smile is a game of charades

played out in a secret language

that turns words into living things

I see how they breathe

I see the pulse and flow and

I spin

like a kaleidoscope spins

losing all my fears

in the shapes and colors

it won't matter what I remember

No notations here. Don't be lazy-minded and just accept my word. Do a little research. It's not hard. That having been said. Here in the U.S-

We have elected officials who do not understand what batteries are or how wind and solar energy work.

We have an entire culture built on denial and convenience. We will remain almost entirely dependent upon fossil fuels until they're gone.

The Supreme Court has justices who are appointed for life. The reason for that was to keep them from being pressured by a political party in matters of law. No. Really. That's why. Seriously. And haven't we seen the irrefutable benefits of that? Gosh. Imagine how horrible it would be if legality was a moral question instead of an ideologically political one.

We have an education system that, despite false claims of holding a 'liberal biss' continues the strongly pro-capitalist, "American" exceptionalism rhetoric. Actual history is not a subject that is taught. A severely distorted US-centric narrative downplays anything negative and severely over emphasizes the actual accomplishments and contributions of the country. Greatest. As in cannot get any greater. We are PERFECT.

People here are so groomed that they not only have no functional understanding of what "universal healthcare" is, the arguments they use against it are actually components of our existing broken system.

Despite understanding, from as far back as the 1970's, the negative impact that media and advertising can have on self-esteem and satisfaction, the message of "you are not ____ enough" is stronger than ever.

When I was I was a freshman in high school I wanted to try pot, meth, LSD, quaaludes, and pretty much anything but heroin. Because the adults were so vehemently against these things that I didn't trust their judgment. Because I knew that adults didn't want what was best for me. They wanted me to do what was best for them.

I have three monitors on my desk. The left one shows the order book. The middle one shows Truth Social. The right one shows the investigation queue.

On April 21st, the left screen moved first.

I am a Senior Surveillance Analyst at a commodities exchange. I have held this position for nineteen years. My job is to monitor trading activity for suspicious patterns and generate compliance reports. I am employee of the quarter. I have a mug.

At 19:54 GMT on April 21st, someone placed 4,260 sell orders on Brent crude futures. They did this during post-settlement. The window after the market closes when daily volume is typically in the dozens. Sometimes single digits. Sometimes I watch the screen and nothing happens for forty minutes and I think about whether my daughter is happy.

On April 21st, someone placed $430 million in directional bets in 120 seconds during that window. One hundred and twenty seconds. I timed it on my watch because the system clock rounds to the nearest minute and I have found, in nineteen years, that precision matters to no one but me.

At 20:10 GMT, the President posted on Truth Social that he was extending the Iran ceasefire.

Brent dropped from $100.91 to $96.83.

I flagged the trade. I flag a lot of trades. I want to tell you what happens to my flags.

My flags go into a system called TRACE. Trade Review and Compliance Evaluation. I did not name it. The system generates a report. The report goes to a committee. The committee has a name I am not allowed to share but I can tell you it meets quarterly and the conference room has a credenza with bottled water that is sparkling because someone once put still water in the room and a managing director sent an email about it that was longer than most of my surveillance reports.

The committee reviews my flags. The committee has reviewed all of my flags. Here is the complete record of actions taken on my flags in 2026:

Reviewed.

That's it. "Reviewed" is a status. In compliance, a status is the absence of an action that has been given a name so it looks like one.

Let me show you my flags.

March 9th. Someone bet millions on oil falling at 18:29 GMT. Forty-seven minutes later, a CBS reporter posted that the President said the Iran war was "very complete, pretty much." Oil dropped 25%. Forty-seven minutes. I flagged it.

March 23rd. Someone sold 5,100 lots of Brent and WTI crude futures between 10:49 and 10:50 GMT. Fourteen minutes later, the President posted on Truth Social about a "COMPLETE AND TOTAL RESOLUTION" to hostilities. Oil dropped 11%. Over 13,000 contracts traded in sixty seconds after the post. Fourteen minutes. I flagged it.

April 7th. Someone established a $950 million short position in oil futures at 19:45 GMT. Three hours later, the President declared a two-week ceasefire. Nine hundred and fifty million dollars. I flagged it.

April 17th. Someone placed $760 million in bearish bets twenty minutes before Iran's foreign minister confirmed the Strait of Hormuz would reopen. Seven hundred and sixty million. I flagged it.

April 21st. The $430 million. Fifteen minutes. I flagged it.

That is $2.1 billion in directional oil bets in April alone. Every one of them landed on the correct side of a presidential announcement. Every one of them was placed in a window so narrow you could measure it in bathroom breaks. I flagged every single one.

The CFTC chair told a Congressional committee that his organization has "zero tolerance" for fraud and insider trading. I wrote that quote on a Post-it note and stuck it to my right monitor. The one that shows the investigation queue. The investigation queue has not moved since March.

Zero tolerance. Zero staff. Zero budget. Zero prosecutions under the STOCK Act since it was signed in 2012.

Fourteen years. The law has existed for fourteen years and has been enforced zero times. In compliance, we call that a compliance rate of one hundred percent. No cases filed means no cases lost. You cannot fail an audit you never conduct. We call that excellence.

Last month the White House sent an internal email to staff. I was not on the distribution list but I have read reporting on it and I need you to sit with what I am about to say. The email instructed White House staff not to use insider information to place bets on prediction markets.

The White House had to send a memo telling its own employees not to insider-trade.

I want you to read that sentence again. Not because the instruction was unclear. Because the instruction was necessary. Because someone in the building looked at the same pattern I have been flagging for months on my three monitors and decided the appropriate response was an email.

The President's son sits on the advisory board of Kalshi. He is an investor in Polymarket. Both are prediction markets. Both saw accounts created days before U.S. military action.

One account. I cannot stop thinking about this account. It was called "Burdensome-Mix." It was created in December. On January 2nd, it placed $32,500 on Venezuela's president being removed from power. On January 3rd, Maduro was seized by U.S. special forces. Burdensome-Mix collected $436,000. Then it changed its username. Then it disappeared.

One account is a coincidence. But there were six.

Six accounts were created on Polymarket in February. All bet on U.S. strikes on Iran by the 28th. When the President confirmed the strikes, the six accounts collected $1.2 million between them. Five of the six never placed another bet. The sixth went on to correctly predict the ceasefire date and made another $163,000.

My surveillance system logged all of this. My system logs everything. My system does not have opinions and neither do I. I generate reports. The reports go to committees. The committees meet quarterly. Between meetings, the windows get shorter and the bets get larger.

March 9th: 47 minutes. March 23rd: 14 minutes. April 17th: 20 minutes. April 21st: 15 minutes.

The window is compressing. In March, you had time to make coffee between the trade and the announcement. By April, you had time to send a text. By summer, at this rate, the trade and the announcement will be the same event.

The spokesman said any implication that administration officials are engaged in insider trading is "baseless and irresponsible reporting."

Then the White House sent the email again.

I have been in compliance for nineteen years. I have seen insider trading run out of strip mall offices by men who could not spell "derivative." I have seen pump-and-dump schemes coordinated over WhatsApp by people who used their real names. I have seen a man try to manipulate soybean futures from a Panera Bread.

I have never seen $2.1 billion in perfectly timed trades across five presidential announcements in a single month go uninvestigated.

But I have also never seen a compliance system work this beautifully. Every trade flagged. Every report filed. Every committee briefed. Every quarterly meeting attended. Bottled water: sparkling. Minutes: distributed.

Zero prosecutions.

As long as the flags go up and the cases don't, my performance review says I am meeting expectations.

I am meeting expectations. The system is meeting expectations. The $2.1 billion is meeting expectations. The fourteen-year-old law with zero prosecutions is meeting expectations.

The left screen moves. The middle screen moves. The right screen stays perfectly, immaculately still.