🌆 The Experiment on the Poor — or Why American Cities Don’t Look Like Post-Soviet Ones

Once upon a time, in the heart of America, there was a dream — noble, kind, and terribly naïve.
The dream said: “If we give every poor man a roof, he will become happy and good.”
It sounded so right that no one dared to question it.

After the Great Depression, President Roosevelt built little cottages for those who had lost everything.
They were small, warm houses with front porches, gardens, and even bathtubs — symbols of human dignity.
People moved in, planted flowers, painted fences, and began to live again.
For a short while, it worked. Poverty seemed almost defeated.

But the country grew impatient.
It wanted faster progress, larger numbers, grander ideas.
By the 1950s, the little homes gave way to towers — tall, efficient, and soulless.
Whole neighborhoods of concrete were raised for the poor: thirty-three high-rises, glowing with hope and bureaucracy.
The greatest of them all was called Pruitt-Igoe, built in St. Louis — a “city of the future,” where poverty would finally disappear.

The architect believed that bright corridors and shared spaces would teach people friendship.
That if walls were clean and lights were strong, human nature would improve.
But the Earth was missing. There was no soil to touch, no tree to care for, no quiet corner that said “mine.”
The human soul cannot bloom in air-conditioned boxes.

At first the families moved in — single mothers, the elderly, young students — grateful and full of faith.
But the spirit of the place was wrong.
The gardens were gone, the air smelled of dust and fear, and in those endless hallways people began to lose the thread that tied them to life.
Without roots, love withered. Without purpose, men became angry.
And soon, the bright towers turned dark.
Violence replaced laughter. Lights were smashed, elevators became traps, the police stopped coming.
A paradise of compassion turned into a fortress of despair.

By the 1970s, Pruitt-Igoe was a ghost of its own promise.
The government finally decided to destroy what it had created.
The towers were blown up one by one, like giant tombstones for a beautiful lie.

The lesson was silent but clear:
You cannot save a human being by separating him from the Earth.
You can feed his body, but if his hands have nowhere to plant and his heart has no land to love — he will starve in spirit.

That is why our ancestors built homesteads, not towers.
They knew that every family needs its own space of love — a piece of land that mirrors their soul.
There, a man feels responsible. There, a woman’s tenderness becomes creation, not survival.
There, a child learns that the world is not a cage, but a living garden.

Homestead 2.0 is not an escape from modern life — it is its healing.
It is the answer to the experiment that failed.
A reminder that the human being does not evolve in concrete.
He evolves in love, in sunlight, in the rhythm of living Earth.

They're ALL poison! Every single one.

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Pfizer CEO Albert Bourla announces the arrival of "the first electronic pill", containing "a biological chip" that "sends a signal" to alert authorities when it has been taken.

"Imagine the applications of that—the compliance."

With digital ID, governments will now be able to exclude you from society unless you've taken whichever pills they've decided to make mandatory.

https://substack.com/@kazzawales/note/c-160798213

This open letter to her Member of Parliament is well worth reading. Without being overly conspiratorial, the author lays out ten points which inform her resolution never to cooperate with its imposition.

Below is point 1.

Please also find my post below the article.

Best wishes
Mike
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Dear Becky
Open letter.
I am among your many constituents who have signed a petition to cease and desist from undemocratically imposing Digital ID (Britcard) on British Citizens.
1. My passport is my identity and is safe under lock and key. It won't disappear when the battery runs out on my phone or when the electricity goes down, or when signal is poor. The same goes for my driver's license. I proved my identity with my passport to get my National Insurance number when I was 18. In every job I have had, I have proven my identity with my passport, provided my proven National Insurance number. I proved my identity in person to the bank. The bank should not require any further identity and certainly not Digital Identity. The same goes for my driver's license. I totally reject any need for a paperless, easily hacked, digital identity.

Parasites explained: Heavy metal overload (seems telegram disabled the chat in this one)

❤️Solutions: Papaya seeds, Dragons blood, or Terpentine (Pine Sap)