"The Other China We Need to Talk About". On the release of #ThePeople#'sRepublicoftheDisappeared, our new book on #RSDL#, foreign targets, and its use in hostage diplomacy, now out worldwide.

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The FLOKI ETP The launch of Floki's Exchange-Traded Product (Valour Floki SEK), is one of the most important milestones in Floki's history. It solidifies its place in both crypto and traditional finance. A rare achievement in an industry where few ever make it that far. Issued by Valour and listed on Spotlight Stock Market, this means that banks, funds, and retail brokers can now gain exposure to $FLOKI legally and effortlessly without ever touching a crypto wallet! It forms a bridge between decentralized finance and institutional money, opening Floki to an entirely new class of investors. Achieving this wasn't easy... An ETP requires full regulatory compliance, strict custodial standards, and external audits. Things that 99.99% of memecoins will never meet, not even close. By securing one, Floki proves itself as a legitimate digital asset recognized by European regulators and major financial institutions. This level of credibility redefines what's possible for a memecoin. The ETP also unlocks unprecedented accessibility... For the first time, investors can buy $FLOKI directly through traditional brokerage accounts, without needing to navigate crypto exchanges. This takes Floki's potential audience from a few million crypto-native users to hundreds of millions of traditional investors worldwide. More importantly, the ETP lays the groundwork for Floki's long-term evolution. As institutional exposure grows, it opens doors for future financial instruments like ETFs, structured products, and options built around $FLOKI. It boosts the project's treasury as new capital flows in and enhances the legitimacy of the broader Floki ecosystem: from Valhalla and FlokiFi to the Floki Trading Bot, they are all powered by the same token at the center of it all: $FLOKI. Ultimately, the Floki ETP is how Floki graduates from being just the people's crypto to the people's crypto recognized by institutions. It bridges the worlds of crypto degens and traditional finance, and over time, it could become the single most important catalyst for Floki's long-term adoption, stability, and growth. This is just the first chapter in a much bigger story. Floki has crossed the bridge from crypto to tradfi and there's no going back! And as more ETPs roll out, the Viking movement will keep gaining strength and recognition. ⚔️

The Quran justifies domestic violence (beating of wives), child sex trafficking (arranged child marriages), rape (female sex slaves), and murder (honor killing females, or stoning females to de*th for adultery) This is Islam, which now sits in more than 255 elected offices in the United States, and has infiltrated the U.S. Senate. Classical tafsirs by scholars including Ibn Kathir and Al-Tabari support traditional readings of physical discipline, waiting periods for non-menstruating children, and sex slaves. Mohammed 54, married a 6-year-old child, and allegedly waited until she was 9 to have sex with her. Quran 4:34: Men are the maintainers of women because allah has given them preference. Righteous women are devoutly obedient. “But those [wives] from whom you fear arrogance [nushuz]—[first] advise them; forsake them in bed; and [finally], beat them, strike them or “scourge them.” Quran 65:4 Talks about the waiting period (iddah) after divorce: “And those of your women who have despaired of menstruation, if you have any doubts, their period is three months, and [also for] those who have not menstruated.” “Those who have not menstruated” are little girls who have not yet had their period - meaning if you divorce a little girl who has not yet had her period, there is a waiting period to have sex. This is linked in tradition to reports of 6-year-old Aisha’s marriage. Quran 23:5-6 and 70:29-30 Instruct believers to guard their chastity “except from their wives or those their right hands possess [female slaves/concubines], for indeed, they will not be blamed.” Explicitly talks about sex slaves. Quran 4:3, 4:24, 4:25, and 33:50 Allows for u*slim men to have sex slaves, including married women whose prior marriages are considered dissolved upon capture. (Muslims kill the men and kidnap the women to turn them into sex slaves) The story of Lot (Quran 7:80-84) Condemns the people of Sodom for being homosexual, describing it as an unprecedented immorality and punishable by being stoned to de*th. Later hadiths say women who commit adultery should be killed. Quran 24:2 Calls for 100 lashes for an unmarried woman who has sex. It calls for death if the woman is married. Quran 33:33 “And abide in your houses and do not display yourselves as [was] the display of the former times of ignorance.” Women are house slaves and are not allowed anywhere without permission, and it must be for a legitimate reason approved by the man. Men are to work; women are to obey men. This is why Muslims view women as second-class and countries that import migrants from MUslim majority countries suffer from high rates of rape.

The people who said extremely stupid things such as there is "no downside" to striking Iran OR lied fear-mongering about Iran hitting major U.S. cities, shouldn't even have the audacity to keep talking let alone claim they know what led to their bloodbath. STFU already.

The first customer my friend Koji ever had in America returned his bread. "There's no melon in it," the man said. He was right. There isn't. It's called melon bread because of the way the top looks. Every child in Japan knows this. The man asked to speak to the manager. Koji was the manager. And the baker. And the guy who mopped the floor. I've known Koji since we were nine. He is 41, very serious, and the most stubborn man I have ever met. He bakes Japanese bread. The soft, sweet kind. Milk bread like a cloud. Bread with sweet red beans inside. Curry bread, which is basically a doughnut with dinner in it. Koji's father ran a bakery in a little Japanese town for 38 years. In 2015, he closed it. Not because the bread was bad. Because the town ran out of children. The school closed. Then the post office. Then him. Koji says his father turned off the oven for the last time and sat alone in the dark kitchen until it was light outside. Koji's wife, Leah, grew up in a Vermont town of 2,100. Three years ago, her mother got sick, and they moved there. Koji found an empty storefront on Main Street. It used to be the hardware store. Before that, the bakery. The town had been without one since 1987. Koji thought that was a sign. It was not a sign. People came in, looked around, and asked if he had "regular bread." They held the red bean buns up to the light, like they were checking for a hidden message. A man in an orange hunting cap asked why there were beans in bread. "Where I come from," he said, "beans go with ham." Most days, Koji sold about twenty pieces of bread. He baked two hundred. Every morning at 4, he was in the kitchen. Every morning at 6, he unlocked the door and bowed to an empty room. Leah says he never once skipped the bow. Only one customer came every single day. An old dairy farmer named Mr. Pelletier. 81. Came in at 6:02, bought one black coffee, sat at the window table for exactly twenty minutes, and left. Never bought bread. Never said more than "Mornin'." Every night at closing, Koji had a hundred and eighty pieces of bread left over. In Japan, throwing away food is close to a sin. So every night, after dark, he packed it into boxes and drove it to the food shelf at the Congregational church. He left it at the side door. No note. No name. He told nobody. To him, leaving free bread at a church felt like admitting he had failed. Eight months went by like that. By October, the savings were almost gone. Koji sat down with Leah and a calculator, and the calculator won. He told the landlord the bakery would close on October 31st. He told almost nobody else. On his second-to-last Friday, Mr. Pelletier came in at 6:02, as always. Bought his coffee. Then, after eight months of black coffee, he pointed at the glass case. "The one with no melon in it." He ate it at the window, chewing slowly, looking out at the street. "Well," he said. "Don't need a melon." Then he left without another word, and Koji assumed that was a kind way of saying goodbye. The next morning was Saturday. At 5:40, Koji looked out the kitchen window, and there were headlights on Main Street. Pickups. A snowplow, blade up. A fire truck from the volunteer company. A minivan with three nurses coming straight off the night shift. The high school hockey team, in their jackets, half asleep. The pastor from the Congregational church. The woman who runs the food shelf, holding a cardboard box he recognized. His box. The line went down the sidewalk, past the closed movie theater, past the post office, down to the gas station on the corner. And at the very front, at 5:40 a.m., in his old wool cap, stood Mr. Pelletier. Koji unlocked the door. He was so confused he forgot to bow. The woman from the food shelf came in first. She set the box on the counter. "Eight months," she said. "Every night. Families in this town have been eating your bread since February, honey. We couldn't figure out who it was. We asked everybody." She pointed at a melon bread in the case. "Then a little boy at the food shelf told his mom the bread with no melon in it was his favorite. And somebody remembered a man down on Main Street who got yelled at about a melon." The whole line laughed. Koji did not. Koji was standing behind his own counter with his face pressed into his apron. They bought everything. Every piece. Two hundred, gone by 7:15. The hockey team bought forty curry breads and ate them on the sidewalk in the snow. And then people kept coming in. There was no bread left. They paid anyway. Ten dollars. Twenty. A snowplow driver put down fifty. "Put it toward next week," they said. One after another. "Next week. Next week." Koji tried to tell them there was no next week. Nobody would let him finish. At 8, Mr. Pelletier walked up to the counter. He took off his cap. Leah had never seen his whole head before. "Son," he said, "this town lost its bakery in 1987. Lost the hardware store in '99. Lost the movie theater after that. They tell us the school's next." He settled the cap on his head again. "We're not losing you." That was two Octobers ago. The bakery is still open. He still bakes two hundred pieces of bread every morning. He sells about a hundred and seventy. The rest still goes to the food shelf every night. Now everybody knows. Now there's a note on the box. Leah writes it. It just says, "From Koji. No melon." The hockey team calls the curry bread "the dinner doughnut." Nobody has asked for regular bread in a year. And every morning at 6:02, Mr. Pelletier comes in, buys a black coffee and one melon bread, and sits at the window for twenty minutes. Last month, Koji's father got on a plane. His first one. He is 72. He stood on Main Street in a little Vermont town and looked at his son's bakery without moving. Then he went inside, put on an apron without asking, and started kneading. In Japan, his town ran out of people. In Vermont, the people decided that wasn't going to happen twice.

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The number of people with an IQ below 50 here is absolutely insane. Some people are attacking me for calling Google at $280 and Amazon at $227. Amazon is up 14% since. Google is green too. Just because you're losing doesn't mean you should hate the people who aren't. All I have to say: thank you to everyone in The Assembly who supports my work and research. That means a lot to me, and I'll keep doing my best to make you guys money. 🫡