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brianpcf.bsky.social
@brianpcf.bsky.social
1.9K followers 3.7K following 110 posts
California YIMBY
Former USMC
USNA Grad
St. John’s College Grad
Pod host: Combat & Classics
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November 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Textbook envelopment: Massive CIA backed force from the south and a bold local populist campaign from the north against a weak Soviet backed government.
November 5, 2025 at 7:33 AM
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November 2, 2025 at 1:22 AM
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November 1, 2025 at 8:31 PM
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The Social Conquest of Earth Edward O. Wilson We have created a Star Wars civilization, with Stone Age emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology
October 30, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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Long Beach #NoKings protest
October 18, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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What happened after 2001 that may have impacted the number of disabled veterans @washingtonpost.com?

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October 6, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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Photo cover of the book “the Nuremberg Trial”
September 23, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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E.O. Wilson has a very similar point in his book (that I highly recommend)
August 1, 2025 at 2:39 PM
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June 18, 2025 at 12:28 AM
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@lapd bring in the pros
June 14, 2025 at 3:43 AM
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The God of the Machine by Isabel Paterson About 1560 or 1570, Etienne de la Boetie, the friend of Montaigne, filled with despair by the Wars of Religion, wrote: "What think you of the dire fate that has brought us to birth in these times? and what are you resolved to do? For my own part, I see no other course than to emigrate, forsake my home and go wherever fortune bears me. Long now the wrath of the gods has warned me to flee—showing me those vast and open lands beyond the ocean. When, on the threshold of our century, a new world rose from the waves, the gods—we may well believe—destined it as a refuge where men shall till free fields under a fairer sky, while the cruel sword and shameful plague doom the ruin of Europe. Over there are fertile plains awaiting the plough, a land without bourne or master—it is there I will go.
June 12, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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June 12, 2025 at 6:55 PM
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Yesterday in LB.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
June 11, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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But whereof we cannot speak, thereof we must remain silent. And that is precisely what modern subjects, in their will to empower themselves, do not do. Instead they “prattle on,” in the process becoming ever more desensitized to perception with the effect, albeit only dimly, of grief.
June 4, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad The majority of revolutionists are the enemies of discipline and fatigue mostly. There are natures, too, to whose sense of justice the price exacted looms up monstrously enormous, odious, oppressive, worrying, humiliating, extortionate, intolerable. Those are the fanatics. The remaining portion of social rebels is accounted for by vanity, the mother of all noble and vile illusions, the companion of poets, reformers, charlatans, prophets, and incendiaries.
May 20, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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May 19, 2025 at 11:43 PM
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May 17, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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Maybe a brass color for the eagle and star?
May 3, 2025 at 3:02 AM
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Everything that charmed me reminded me of someplace else, someplace where I could walk and talk, someplace where I was freer than I was at home, someplace where I could live without the stifling mask—made me homesick for a liberty I had never tasted here, and without which I could never live or work. In America, I was free only in battle, never free to rest—and he who finds no way to rest cannot long survive the battle. No Name in the Street, James Baldwin
March 7, 2025 at 3:00 AM
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Solved.
February 18, 2025 at 4:23 PM
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With Ivan, however, the tone changes. God, in His turn, is put on trial. If evil is essential to divine creation, then creation is unacceptable. Ivan will no longer have recourse to this mysterious God, but to a higher principle —namely, justice. He launches the essential undertaking of rebellion, which is that of replacing the reign of grace by the reign of justice. -The Rebel, Camus
February 5, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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Between the Woods and the Water by Patrick Leigh Fermor When the forlorn woods that lay all about me were no-man’s-land still, betyárs infested them: affable highwaymen and brigands who held travellers to ransom, drove away flocks and herds and levied tribute from noblemen islanded in their castles. It was a region of hazards, legends and fierce deeds.
January 3, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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The confident system of his youth – universal reform, universal changes, universal happiness and freedom – had ended in something very like universal tyranny and oppression. The ancient generations were not to be despised; and the seamen’s firm belief that Friday was unlucky was perhaps less foolish than the philosophe’s conviction that all the days of the week could be rendered happy by the application of an enlightened system of laws.
January 2, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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Prayer: A petition that the laws of nature be suspended in favor of the petitioner; himself confessedly unworthy. Everybody can see the joke that is lodged within this entry: The man who prays is the one who thinks that god has arranged matters all wrong, but who also thinks that he can instruct god how to put them right. Mortality, Hitchens
December 4, 2024 at 5:44 PM