“The Nerd Reich: Silicon Valley Fascism and the War on Democracy" arrives on August 4, 2026.
How extremist tech billionaires are dismantling democracy to crown themselves as kings—and what we can do about it.
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“The Nerd Reich: Silicon Valley Fascism and the War on Democracy" arrives on August 4, 2026.
How extremist tech billionaires are dismantling democracy to crown themselves as kings—and what we can do about it.
Please pre-order! ➡️ www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-Ne...
MVP Harris annual Thanksgiving tradition of tutorial on preparing to brine a turkey.
MVP Harris annual Thanksgiving tradition of tutorial on preparing to brine a turkey.
And 2, 2, 2 for my family
And 3, 3, 3 for my heartache
And 4, 4, 4 for my headaches
And 5, 5, 5 for my lonely
And 6, 6, 6 for my sorrow
And 7, 7 for no tomorrow
And 8, 8, I forget what 8 was for
But 9, 9, 9 for the lost gods
10, 10, 10, 10 for everything, everything
And 2, 2, 2 for my family
And 3, 3, 3 for my heartache
And 4, 4, 4 for my headaches
And 5, 5, 5 for my lonely
And 6, 6, 6 for my sorrow
And 7, 7 for no tomorrow
And 8, 8, I forget what 8 was for
But 9, 9, 9 for the lost gods
10, 10, 10, 10 for everything, everything
Ropin up the devils have em hangin from my testicles
Nowhere to run to ba-bay
There's nowhere to hide
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight..
Ropin up the devils have em hangin from my testicles
Nowhere to run to ba-bay
There's nowhere to hide
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy...
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy...
Like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul (Oh)
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there
And lead it back home”
Like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul (Oh)
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there
And lead it back home”
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night it really was
Brother, what a fight it really was
Glory be!
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight..
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night it really was
Brother, what a fight it really was
Glory be!