humanity

Humanity begins at home.

The Last Gallop
In a small village nestled between golden wheat fields and sun-cracked hills, there lived a horse named Bahar. He wasn’t sleek or swift, nor did he have a pedigree worth boasting about. His coat was dull in places, his legs bore old scars, and one ear was half-torn from a long-forgotten storm. But to twelve-year-old Rehan, Bahar was more than a horse—he was memory, comfort, and home.
By meerjanan27 days ago in Families
Mutants for Dividends: How Bioengineered Animals Feed Profits, Not Life
That little “bioengineered” sticker on your groceries? It’s not a warning—it’s a confession. America didn’t just change food; it rewrote nature’s code to keep profits flowing. Too bad your body—and the animals—are the crash test dummies.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.28 days ago in Families
Your Plate Is a Stock Ticker: How Wall Street Profits Off Fake Food
Walk into any supermarket and you’re not walking into a place designed to feed you. You’re walking into a showroom for financial assets disguised as food. The bright boxes screaming “healthy,” “whole grain,” “low fat” are line items on earnings calls, tuned to one purpose: turn your need to survive into shareholder profit.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.28 days ago in Families
The Last Day of 2025. Content Warning.
2025 was an objectively hard year for me. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't extremely thrilled to be done with whatever this last year has been! It is fitting that I want to use Wednesdays to write wacky things... and the end of 2025 is on a Wednesday - as it has been one wacky year!
By The Schizophrenic Mom29 days ago in Families
KEM reveals baby no. 8 is a girl with sonogram video: ‘Another little miracle’
KEM is a staple at music festivals all around the country. His cool, not showy presence is a favorite amongst grown folks. You can almost picture the silk shirt sets and loafers worn and coolers toted in SUVs to an area with folding chairs and fans.
By Skyler Saunders29 days ago in Families
Abuse Comes In Many Forms
There are many forms of abuse in relationships, and some show very few signs to those on the outside. Abuse: Definition
By Margaret Minnicksabout a month ago in Families
The Space Between Noticing
The city woke up loudly, but Jonah always noticed the silence first. It lived in the early hours, tucked between the hum of traffic and the clatter of metal gates opening for business. It lingered in the spaces most people rushed through without a second thought. Jonah didn’t rush. He never had.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Families
How Growing Up Through a Stereo Shaped Me.
Nintendo Game Boys, Veggie Tales, and the original Wii. These are just some things I remember from my childhood. A boy is looking out the window, letting the wind run through his hair as he leans out the window. That’s my oldest brother, we’ll call him Wiz. Adjacent to him, we have a bald baby playing with a Larry-Boy, affectionately called “Toilet Man” (Veggie Tales) action figure; that’s my older brother Bud. We’re a year apart. Then there’s my sisters, Pat and Kay, kind of quiet souls, but the radio is playing, so there’s some life in them.
By Samanthaabout a month ago in Families
Land of the Free
Somewhere between “freedom” and “Wi‑Fi,” America forgot how to rebel. We stopped throwing tea into harbors and started paying subscriptions to our own surveillance. The revolution didn’t end; it just got quiet, replaced by notifications and next‑day delivery. The land of the free grew polite — too polite — learning to mistake convenience for peace, and obedience for order.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.about a month ago in Families
A Toast to the Timed and Tamed
It’s funny how everybody celebrates New Year’s on January 1st, like clockwork — literally. The fireworks go off, champagne pops, resolutions fly, and everyone cheers in submission, believing they’ve begun something new. But if you really think about it, nothing has shifted but the clock’s agreement. Nature doesn’t renew herself in January’s frost. The trees are bare, the ground is sleeping. We start the “new year” when life is still in hibernation — and call that progress.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.about a month ago in Families
The Ghost Job Boycott:
At some point, awareness isn’t enough. Knowing the job market is rigged doesn’t change it. Naming ghost jobs doesn’t stop them. Even venting—no matter how justified—still feeds the same machine if applications keep flowing.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.about a month ago in Families
The Ghost Job Economy:
Let’s stop pretending shareholders are confused, naïve, or “fooled” by today’s job market. They aren’t. They’re the architects of it.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.about a month ago in Families