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Read an Excerpt From Amélie Wen Zhao’s The Scorpion and the Night Blossom
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Read an Excerpt From Amélie Wen Zhao’s The Scorpion and the Night Blossom

Excerpts Young Adult Read an Excerpt From Amélie Wen Zhao’s The Scorpion and the Night Blossom The beginning of a dark fantasy duology, perfect for fans of Throne of Glass. By Amélie Wen Zhao | Published on November 13, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from The Scorpion and the Night Blossom, the first part of a young adult dark fantasy duology by Amélie Wen Zhao, out from Delacorte Press on March 4th. Nine years ago, the war between the Kingdom of Night and the Kingdom of Rivers tore Àn’yīng’s family apart, leaving her mother barely alive and a baby sister to fend for. Now the mortal realm is falling into eternal night, and mó—beautiful, ravenous demons—roam the land, feasting on the flesh of humans and drinking their souls.Àn’yīng is no longer a helpless child, though. Armed with her crescent blades and trained in the ancient art of practitioning, she has decided to enter the Immortality Trials, which are open to any mortal who can survive the journey to the immortal realm. Those who complete the Trials are granted a pill of eternal life—the one thing Àn’yīng knows can heal her dying mother. But to attain the prize, she must survive the competition.Death is common in the Trials. Yet oddly, Àn’yīng finds that someone is helping her stay alive. A rival contestant. Powerful and handsome, Yù’chén is as secretive about his past as he is about his motives for protecting Àn’yīng.The longer she survives the Trials, the clearer it becomes that all is not right in the immortal realm. To save her mother and herself, Àn’yīng will need to figure out whether she can truly trust the stranger she’s falling for or if he’s the most dangerous player of all… for herself and for all the realms. The roar that goes up in the crowd of candidates fades to a high-pitched ringing in my ears. The Second Trial? After all that has happened… they’re going to proceed with their tournament? “Every year,” Jǐng’xiù continues, his voice filtering through to me as though from very far away, “a long-lost island that drifts between all the realms reappears. Mythological beasts of old roam its forests.” A hush has fallen over the candidates. “It is in these eternal forests of Péng’lái Island that you will fight to qualify for the Third Trial… and earn your way back into the Kingdom of Sky.” Something sparks on my wrist. I look down to see my golden bracelet beginning to glow. It unwinds from my arm, flames catching and transforming it into a burning scroll, as it did when it first came to me at Gods’ Fingers. Welcome to the Second Trial, the parchment reads, and then the fire begins to eat away at it. Sparkling ashes gleam in its wake, and a golden butterfly flutters where there once were flames. I can just make out a number on its wings: 44. “Find your bracelet to reenter the Kingdom of Sky and pass the Second Trial. You have one hour,” Jǐng’xiù booms as my butterfly begins to flit, with astonishing speed, out into the night. “That’s it. Those are the rules.” That’s it? I want to yell at the Eight. A candidate is dead, likely murdered by a demonic beast that is still on the loose. And more of us might be dead by the end of the night. The immortals don’t care. This is all a game to them. And to play their game, to gain immortality, we must leave behind more and more of our humanity. My hand goes to my jade pendant, nestled beneath my collar. Is this why you left, Bà? In the crowd, another candidate’s bracelet has begun to spark. And a third. We’re being dispatched in the opposite order of our arrival—perhaps by way of giving the slowest and weakest a way to survive. Buy the Book The Scorpion and the Night Blossom Amélie Wen Zhao Buy Book The Scorpion and the Night Blossom Amélie Wen Zhao Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget “Àn’yīng.” Yù’chén’s voice jolts me from my thoughts. The light of the butterflies reflects in his eyes, and when he looks up at me, the concern on his face feels too real. “Go,” he says in a low voice. Numbers Forty-Three and Forty-Two are already dashing for the gates. I’ve missed my head start. I take a step toward them. I shouldn’t be concerned with the safety or politics of the Kingdom of Sky. The immortals have more than enough power and resources to find the culprit for one murder. I need the pill of immortality to save my mother’s soul, and I am the only one who can win it for her. I hesitate. “Tonight,” I hiss to Yù’chén, “meet me at the Celestial Gardens. I want to see with my own eyes that you closed the gate.” His gaze darkens. “Why don’t we survive this trial first, and then you can go back to accusing me of the monstrous things you think I do.” I turn and shove through the crowd, already palming my crescent blades. Most candidates step aside to let me pass. Except for one person. Yán’lù’s massive arms are at his hips, one hand curled over the hilt of his broadsword. He’s watching me with wide eyes and a crazed smirk. On his wrist is his golden bracelet, which has not yet morphed into the elusive butterfly. His says 6. There are thirty-eight candidates between us. I suppress a shudder. I need to get as far away as possible before it’s his turn to go. I dart around him and make for the open gates, finally in sight. My butterfly has already gone out, but I think I spot its golden glow in the night. Fleet and Poison are in my palms as I reach the marble stairs swirling with clouds. I hurry down them. In front of me, I see the silhouettes of Forty-Three and Forty-Two—and farther ahead, three tiny golden sparks drifting toward the Immortals’ Steps. Beyond, somewhere far away in the darkness, is home and Méi’zi and Mā. I tighten my grip on my blades and touch my collarbone, where my jade pendant rests. A mist has risen from the sea. Brine laces the air, and the crash of waves sounds from far below, a realm away from the Kingdom of Sky and its wards. The wind whips storm clouds across the sky, casting shifting shadows. I hear footsteps behind me, coming too close and too fast. A glint of metal in the corner of my eyes. I dodge, swapping Poison for Shadow, as the next candidate’s longsword slices down where my head was just a heartbeat ago. She pauses, blinking in confusion as she looks around for me. To her, I have simply vanished in plain sight—but if she were slightly more observant, she’d see a shift in the air, a shadow darker than the rest of the night moving behind her. She scowls and barrels down the remainder of the stairs toward Forty-Three and Forty-Two. They’re not as quick as I am, nor do they have bespelled blades. Their screams are cut short abruptly in the night. I ignore the way my stomach twists and speed up. I’m careful to duck around where Forty-One is hauling the other two candidates’ bodies over the stairs, into the abyss between realms and the yawning black sea below. When I reach the bottom of the stairway, though, instead of the Immortals’ Steps, a marble bridge extends into the night, vanishing ominously into thick clouds. I sense the hum of spirit energies as I near the Kingdom of Sky wards. The immortals must have altered them, for tonight, they allow me to pass without so much as a brush of air against my skin. And just like that, I’ve left the Kingdom of Sky. I pause and glance back at the wards, shimmering iridescent and translucent in the night, and I wonder if Yù’chén was telling the truth: that it is much easier to leave than it is to get in. I glance toward where the clouds swallow the rest of this realm and the next, in the direction I know the Kingdom of Rivers begins. And suddenly, I’m hit with a pang of homesickness so acute that I can’t breathe. I don’t want to be here, competing in a tournament where I’m surviving by the skin of my teeth. I want to be home in my ramshackle little cottage, laughing with Méi’zi as we dice parsnips for soup, sitting by Mā’s knees and listening to her stories, her needle catching the lanternlight as she sews. But that world no longer exists—hasn’t existed in nine years. And this, this is the only chance for me to get it back. I blink away the stinging in my eyes and take the first step onto the marble bridge. The stone is cool and solid beneath my feet, slightly damp from the clouds all around. Soon, I’m engulfed in a great fog, unable to see anything but a few paces in front of me, unable to hear anything but the sound of my own footfalls and breaths. Behind me, someone screams. It echoes briefly before being swallowed—as if the silence around me is alive. Cold sweat beads on my skin. As suddenly as it arose, the fog thins, revealing a dark shape in the night. I make out the flattened tops of trees— parasol trees, lining the rocky steps of an island that has appeared out of nowhere, hanging above the vicious sea. A tall rock greets me as I step off the marble bridge onto the soft grass of the island in the sky. A puff of wind clears the mist briefly enough for me to read the characters inscribed on the surface of the stone, weather-beaten and scratched as though it has survived the turn of thousands of years: Péng’lái Island. The stories surrounding this mystical island are just as Jǐng’xiù said. It drifts across the kingdoms, appearing once a year between the realms… and is supposedly haunted by mythological beasts and remnants of old magic that the Kingdom of Sky has purged. The silence grows stifling as I step beneath the canopy of trees. The moon is hidden behind rain clouds, and a light drizzle has started, rendering it difficult to make out anything but ghostly shapes and silhouettes. I hold my crescent blades tightly as I move deeper into the forest, intent on getting as far away from the other candidates as I can. I have no idea how big this island is, but within the next hour, it’ll be filled with forty other bloodthirsty candidates, all seeking their tickets to the Third Trial. I think of the look Yán’lù gave me in the Hall of Radiant Sun. Now that we’re off temple grounds, the Precepts no longer apply. Which means I need to find my golden bracelet… before he finds me. A sudden howl rises into the night from somewhere nearby, resembling neither man nor beast and sending gooseflesh up my arms. I need to keep moving. The problem is, I’ve lost track of my golden butterfly in this damned rain. I keep Shadow and swap Fleet for Heart. The talisman activates with a brief injection of my spirit energy; all I need is to project my greatest desires into the spirit energy flowing from me to the blade to let it lead me. I close my eyes and focus on the image I have held inside me throughout all these years—the flame of hope that has kept me going when all else failed. Mā and Méi’zi, sitting beneath the old plum blossom tree outside our house, laughing as they water spring onions. The late afternoon sun haloes them, as in a dream, in a haze of gold. It is an outdated memory, one that is over nine years old. If I can just find my golden bracelet… if I can just survive this island… if I can just win one of the eight spots in these trials… then perhaps I can bring back that hazy, golden afternoon. Heart shifts in my hand, and I smile—just as another voice surfaces in my memory. What else? That deep, melodic murmur. Something that you want, for you. I want to see the ocean. The memory of my mother and sister shifts, and now I’m looking at an ocean under the stars, surrounded by a haunting darkness that frightens me as much as it fascinates me. The heat and pressure of fingers against my waist and rib cage… and the face that I hate to dream of at night, eyes aglow in red. Enchanting. Ensnaring. My eyes fly open. The drizzle has turned into a downpour, and I’m breathing hard in the rain-soaked forest. Heart is pointing forward, and I feel a ripple of spirit energy as the talisman takes effect, my desire determining the direction of the blade. I just don’t know which desire it’s pointing to. I shake my head to clear the heat beneath my skin. No, there is nothing across the realms that will unseat my desire for my family’s safety. I hold Heart firmly and take off, following the point of its blade. The parasol trees and cathayas around me have turned to shadows, branches twisting into claws that tear at me as I run in the heavy rain. It will be impossible for anyone to see their bracelet in these conditions. Over the sound of the deluge, I hear a distant scream. How many of us will die here? And what happens to those who don’t find their bracelets before time’s up? It’s a while before I realize that something’s wrong. I pause in front of a parasol tree, its branches extending like gnarled fingers. Three ghostly gashes gleam on its trunk: claw marks. Claw marks I could have sworn I saw just minutes ago. A sense of unease tightens my stomach. The ancient forest is unyielding, any movement or sound masked by the roar of rain. Twice now, I swear I’ve seen eyes glinting out at me from the dark, but each time, they vanish before I can take a closer look. More than that is the bone-deep sense of being watched. Of something closing in. It is a feeling I’m used to, and I know that usually, my instincts are not wrong. I angle Heart in front of me and continue walking. It’s when I see that tree with the same marks for the third time that I know I’ve walked into a trap of some ancient magic or talisman. I spin, Shadow in my other hand as I scan my surroundings. The air in front of me ripples, and between the rain and the darkness, the forest shifts: in the space of a blink, the parasol trees cluster around me tightly to form a cage, each now bearing the three pale claw marks. Overhead, the skies are no longer visible. I’m trapped; I don’t know how much time I’ve lost walking in circles; and worse, I don’t know how to get out of it. A scream sounds from nearby, eerily inhuman, and the hairs on my arms rise. I scan the area, but there’s nothing. Only rain, and trees, now all bearing the same three claw marks… and now dripping thick red blood. When I hear the scream again, this time directly behind me, I know I’m being hunted. I whip around, blades in hands. In the darkness, I see nothing, no one; just the silhouettes of trees. Gooseflesh breaks out along my body. I wipe my face again. “I will not be prey,” I whisper. As soon as my lips form the words, I feel heat against the skin of my collarbone. My pendant! When I pull it out, it’s pulsing gently, warm with magic and aglow in the golden strokes that make up two characters. “There you are,” I whisper, realizing my guardian in the jade must have heard my panic when I’d spoken aloud. The familiar handwriting is a touch of comfort. Yet when I read the message, I do not feel the steadiness of safety that usually comes to me when my guardian sends word. I feel a cold twist of fear. Nightmares, it reads. As a flash of lightning erupts in the skies, I catch a glimpse of a massive, hulking shape between a tangle of trees a dozen paces from me. With the second flash, it stands directly before me. This time, I scream. Excerpt from The Scorpion and the Night Blossom. Text copyright © 2025 by Amélie Wen Zhao. Reprinted by permission of Delacorte Press, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York. All Rights Reserved. The post Read an Excerpt From Amélie Wen Zhao’s <i>The Scorpion and the Night Blossom</i> appeared first on Reactor.
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Hair-Raising Facts About The Salem Witch Trials
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Some people believe that the Salem witch trials killed hundreds of women by burning them at the stake, which is untrue. For over 300 years, Americans have viewed the Salem witch trials as a shameful year of mass hysteria. Because of that, several misconceptions have overshadowed the facts about the event. In 1692 alone, hundreds of people were convicted of witchcraft. This stemmed from family... Source
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Federal Judge Strikes Down Louisiana Law Mandating Ten Commandments in Classrooms as ‘Unconstitutional’
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Federal Judge Strikes Down Louisiana Law Mandating Ten Commandments in Classrooms as ‘Unconstitutional’

DAILY CALLER NEWS FOUNDATION—A federal judge on Tuesday temporarily halted a Louisiana mandate requiring public schools in the state to display the Ten Commandments in every classroom by Jan. 1, deeming the law “unconstitutional on its face.” U.S. District Court Judge John W. deGravelles in Baton Rouge ruled that the statute had a clear religious purpose and dismissed state arguments that the Commandments’ historical relevance justified their display, according to Politico. He said that no other key documents, including the Constitution or the Bill of Rights, are mandated for display in schools. Louisiana Attorney General Elizabeth Murrill said in a statement that she and others “strongly disagree with the court’s decision and will immediately appeal.” Murrill and Republican Gov. Jeff Landry both backed the law and said the Commandments reflect the nation’s legal heritage. In issuing a preliminary injunction, deGravelles pointed out that the plaintiffs, a group of Louisiana public school parents, are likely to succeed in their ongoing lawsuit, Politico stated. They argue that the law breaches First Amendment protections by imposing a religious display that could alienate non-Christian students. The judge—a 2014 appointee of President Barack Obama—highlighted this concern and said the law coerces religious observance by mandating attendance in classrooms featuring overt religious symbols, Politico reported. Supporters contend that the measure recognizes the Commandments’ historical influence, not merely a religious one. The law, enacted by Louisiana’s Republican-led legislature, requires all public K-12 and state-funded university classrooms to display the Ten Commandments in prominent, poster-sized formats, accompanied by a contextual statement emphasizing their historic educational presence in the United States. This legislation is among several recent moves by conservatives to integrate religion into educational settings. They include Florida’s authorization of volunteer chaplains in schools and Oklahoma’s directive to incorporate the Bible into curriculums, according to Politico. Similar Ten Commandments bills have been introduced in Texas, Oklahoma, and Utah, but legal challenges have prevented them from taking effect. Originally published by the Daily Caller News Foundation. The post Federal Judge Strikes Down Louisiana Law Mandating Ten Commandments in Classrooms as ‘Unconstitutional’ appeared first on The Daily Signal.
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‘We Want Results, Not Excuses’: Teamsters President Says Pelosi, Schumer Should ‘Step Aside’ Like Biden
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‘We Want Results, Not Excuses’: Teamsters President Says Pelosi, Schumer Should ‘Step Aside’ Like Biden

DAILY CALLER NEWS FOUNDATION—Teamsters President Sean O’Brien suggested that Rep. Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., and Sen. Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y., should “step aside” following Vice President Kamala Harris’ defeat in the presidential election. The union announced in September it would make no endorsement in the election, even though President-elect Donald Trump received overwhelming support in electronic and phone surveys of the rank-and-file members of the Teamsters. O’Brien said he stood by that decision when asked by “Your World” host Neil Cavuto. “The polling that we did was extensive. Obviously, it went towards President Trump, but we still got a large contingency that are still Democrat, vote Democrat,” O’Brien said. “The decision we made as a general executive board, I’ll stand by it. The good news is that the Democrats have an opportunity to refocus and try to reclaim why they lost the working class and the Republicans have been saying they want to be the working-class people. So, it’s a great opportunity for both sides, especially Republican, to prove that. We have a lot of issues we need to get resolved in this country, and we have got to do it.” Cavuto noted O’Brien didn’t speak at the Democratic convention in August after he addressed the Republican convention in July. O’Brien said he wanted elected officials to “take care of the working people.” “We want results, not excuses,” O’Brien said. “And look, the great part about this process is we have four more years. If people don’t, on either side, live up to their promises and/or fix their problems, we’ve got four years to build a machine to get the right people in there that will make the right decisions.” O’Brien also took aim at Democratic leaders, saying they were too focused on “social issues” during an “economic election.” “At the end of the day, a lot of these issues are important but what is more important is providing an opportunity for your family, putting food on the table, saving some money, and living the American dream. So, they have got a lot of soul-searching to do,” O’Brien said. “I said this earlier today in another interview, the Democrat Party needs to take a look in the mirror and say, ‘Maybe Chuck Schumer’s time is over, maybe … Pelosi’s time is over. Let’s figure out who is going to be the best for the party.'” “As an organization, we are always looking at, how do we leave this organization better than we found it? I think that needs to be the focus,” O’Brien added. “Look, we all have pensions for a reason. That’s to use them to retire and enjoy life. Maybe they should take a page out of Joe Biden’s book and step aside.” Originally published by the Daily Caller News Foundation The post ‘We Want Results, Not Excuses’: Teamsters President Says Pelosi, Schumer Should ‘Step Aside’ Like Biden appeared first on The Daily Signal.
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Mitchell Spreads Fake News About SECDEF Nominee Hegseth, Female Pilots
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Ever since President-elect Donald Trump made the surprising announcement that he intends to nominate veteran and Fox News host Pete Hegseth to be Secretary of Defense, the media has tried to portray him as a troublesome right-wing culture warrior. However, MSNBC’s Andrea Mitchell took things one step further on Wednesday as she spread straight up fake news about Hegseth. With the context being that Hegseth has said he opposes putting women in combat roles, Mitchell told Sen. Chris Van Hollen, “Finally, the choice of Fox News host and military veteran Pete Hegseth as the Defense Secretary. He has denounced diversity, equity, and inclusion. He disagrees with women in combat. I don't know what he would say to Senator Duckworth, you know, and all the other women pilots, some of whom, like Senator Duckworth, you know, were grievously wounded in combat. But women have been a key part of piloting these fighter jets, and this goes back more than a decade. So, this would not be viewed a vote on until it would get to the floor if it gets out of committee.”     Here is what Hegseth actually said about female pilots: “Gimme a female pilot all day long. I have no issues with that.” It was also clear that Hegseth was talking about roles in the special forces “where strength is a differentiator.” For his part, Van Hollen was happy to play along, “Yeah, a very troubling history of statements like that. We know that women can perform incredibly ably in our military like Senator Tammy Duckworth did. So, this is concerning just as the early conversation you were having is concering where the president would try to, sort of, just pick generals with personal loyalty to him, not to the Constitution. People who are, sort of, more political cronies rather than people are best for our national security.” It is one thing to ask what Hegseth’s strategic vision for the country and the Pentagon are or if he can make the jump from TV host to massive bureaucratic administrator, but making things up about him is quite another. Here is a transcript for the November 13 show: MSNBC Andrea Mitchell Reports 11/13/2024 12:35 AM ET ANDREA MITCHELL: Finally, the choice of Fox News host and military veteran Pete Hegseth as the Defense Secretary. He has denounced diversity, equity, and inclusion. He disagrees with women in combat. I don't know what he would say to Senator Duckworth, you know, and all the other women pilots, some of whom, like Senator Duckworth, you know, were grievously wounded in combat. But women have been a key part of piloting these fighter jets, and this goes back more than a decade. So, this would not be viewed a vote on until it would get to the floor if it gets out of committee. CHRIS VAN HOLLEN: Yeah, a very troubling history of statements like that. We know that women can perform incredibly ably in our military like Senator Tammy Duckworth did. So, this is concerning just as the early conversation you were having is concering where the president would try to, sort of, just pick generals with personal loyalty to him, not to the Constitution. People who are, sort of, more political cronies rather than people are best for our national security.
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A Movement, A Market, America
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A Movement, A Market, America

This magazine aims to help you discover new frontiers and highlights people who are already exploring and building within them. We live in a country that governs as though the frontier were long dead. A bureaucratic mindset, burdensome rules and regulations, “expert” control, and woke capital and its oppressive ideology constrain the thoughts and actions of millions of Americans. Our fenced-in culture rehashes the same tired themes with diminishing impact, while strictly policing anything created outside its boundaries. We write for those who hold out the possibility that, in the sound of the winds blowing through the trees in the canyon, the waters flowing over rock, no less than the stillness of the desert itself, we might yet hear the voice of God. The result is that people of all kinds and from all walks of life feel today as if there is no remaining space in their lives left open to conquer, explore, and build within. And if such a thing exists somewhere, they feel they are prevented from finding it. There may be no wall preventing people from across the world from entering America, but there are many walls that seem to block Americans themselves from finding new and better ways of life in the 21st century within their own country. Yet we are still Americans, and the frontier is always with us, if only in our hearts and minds. Many yearn for it, and some search for it still. Throughout the nation, there is a commercial-cultural movement of visionaries and builders alike who have found new frontiers and are creating and working freely within them. And a related return is now underway in search of deeper wisdom, as well as spiritual sustenance. This movement doesn’t yet have a name, and our media and institutions are hiding it from view. Frontier exists to show it to you. There’s a reason it’s hidden. Established orders don’t want you to see this rising tide for what it is, and they want to keep selling you the same ideas and products, in the same rickety old framework, and maintain their position. But men like “Buffalo Bill” Cody both made the frontier and told (and sold) its story simultaneously. This is the American way. We exist to tell it—and inspire you to make it. A Pioneering Spirit Eric Grandado The most famous American historian of the frontier, Frederick Jackson Turner, wrote that “frontier” once meant, “in general, the boundary that separates contiguous states.” The analog in nature is where the field meets the forest, or the ocean meets the sand. The word’s etymology points back to the front or face of a person that is not a façade but simply reveals him. In Europe, a frontier was a line, a nation’s front-facing border, or outer limit, of a nation. But Turner, in his 1899 entry for “Frontier” in Johnson’s Cyclopedia, also wrote that “in a more restricted sense, employed especially in the U. S.”, ‘frontier’ meant something different. In America, the frontier was not a line, but a space. A space beyond official borderlines. Not an empty space, but one defined by the geographic landscapes of America and the peoples who roamed across them. More specifically, the frontier was an area that was not yet settled: “In the reports of the U.S. census the frontier-line has been defined as the inland line limiting the area which has an average, county by county, of two or more inhabitants to the square mile. This area is called the settled area.” These sparse territories were not the frontier, exactly, but expanded behind it. As Turner put it, “Between this census frontier-line and the Indian country the belt of territory sparsely occupied by Indian traders, hunters, miners, ranchmen, backwoodsmen, and adventurers of all sorts, constitutes the traditional frontier.” In America, the frontier referred to the “outlying regions which at different stages of the country’s development have been but imperfectly settled, and have constituted the meeting-ground of savagery and civilization”; the frontier was on “the outskirts of civilization, the regions but partially reclaimed from savagery by the pioneer.” The American frontier was not a mere boundary but a place, not a line but a region. And this notion of frontier came to define what America was for the entire world. In the 1700s, George Washington was internationally known for his early exploits on the frontier. However, he became the greatest American of the century because he answered the unsettled question of governance in America, fathering a nation that would long outlast him. In the 1800s, William “Buffalo Bill” Cody, gained notoriety for his early exploits settling the unsettled West. He became the most famous American in the world owing to his traveling show, which revealed that frontier to the world, inspiring a century of mass media depictions long after he died. That Western American frontier of a certain time and place is gone. But it is this region, this kind of place, that we desperately need to find within ourselves and within our nation once again. Who Will Build the Future? Peter Gietl What is at stake in the region of any frontier is this question: Who will ultimately settle and shape it, and how? Just outside the “settled areas” of habit and experience within ourselves, we each find “the meeting-ground of savagery and civilization.” This, too, is never an empty space: its contours arise from our human nature, our specific personality, and where and how we live our lives. Like any geographic frontier, this space within is neither good nor bad of its own accord, but the cutting-edge potential and never-ending battle within us to explore, build, and develop ourselves—or devolve into addiction, vice, and evil. We cannot find this inner frontier when we are habituated to self-harm and then self-medication to numb the results, immersed in screens, hypnotizing ourselves into slumber rather than exploring, confronting, conquering, and building in the very real frontier within ourselves. But as Marshall McLuhan once said, “’Numbed to death by booze and tranquilizers’ is an average strategy for ‘keeping in touch’ with a runaway world.” If we don’t escape the screens and find an inner frontier, we can’t question the distortions within us. As unthinking products of our environment and civilization, we don’t own or control ourselves and can’t reshape ourselves for the better. As McLuhan also said: Since in any situation 10 percent of the events cause 90 percent, we ignore the 10 percent and are stunned by the 90 percent. Without an anti-environment, all environments are invisible. The role of the artist is to create anti-environments as a means of perception and adjustment. In other words, like the proverbial fish, we can’t see the water we are swimming in if we don’t get out of it from time to time. Great artists, leaders, and visionaries strain to do this in both healthy and destructive ways. They explore and inhabit unsettled territory and, in so doing, are sometimes able to look clearly at their society and its way of life and critique it with fresh eyes. All human beings who seek fulfilling lives need to do the same from time to time. If they cannot, they wither and eventually long for death. The desire for an “anti-environment” can lead us into darkness or into the light. The desire for emptiness and silence amidst the noise must not devolve into a retreat from reality into nothingness, into nihilism, or Western civilization’s increasing desire for suicide. As James Poulos explains in “Freakout at the Final Frontier,” “There is no such void, no proper hiding place. It is even more artificial and far more unreal an escape than the first hiding place stitched together from fig leaves among the trees of Eden.” But each of us needs silence still—to grow and shape ourselves we need purposeful time in the wilderness, and we depend on leaders who have spent time being formed there. The most complete natural wilderness is the desert, where Christ was tempted, and the Desert Fathers made their home. The sea and the space between the planets and stars are similar. Here all other aspects of life fade away. In the wilderness, you battle and shape yourself. As Poulos writes, “The longing for empty spaces—the lure of the desert, not the void—is an answer to the perpetual call to purification, from all the distraction and delusion to which our senses and our passions, no matter how well-intentioned, always tempt us.” But this is purifying precisely because isolation is not natural to us. While we rightly desire purification for its own sake, as we desire our own happiness, we also need that purification in order to build a better human society and to better live within it. The time of decline in which we live requires refounding and rebuilding. It is only on the frontier that we can not only radically reconsider how we live but also begin to live differently. The frontier is not simply a wilderness; it is a space to recreate and reform our civilization. The Borders of Reality In part, this is because of necessity. To live in an actual, geographic frontier outside of civilization requires us to pay closer attention to how we obtain the basic necessities of life, which means paying more attention to the natural world and its rhythms. Similarly, if we can find space to question the way of life we each live now without thinking and by default—as defined for us by the rest of society and culture—we are suddenly forced to confront ourselves and our own human nature. But the frontier also enables us to experiment, to build differently, and to correct mistakes and wrong turns long since made by settlements and established cities. We live by habit, and move within the paths, streets, and highways that custom and the architecture of civilization have built up over the centuries. If the ancient city has built wrongly somewhere along the line, and for many years, it seems impossible to change. We write for those who refuse to accept incompetence and decay and still seek excellence—who seek work and love alike with meaning and higher purpose. But this is not so on the frontier. Here, one can look back on civilization and bypass any stifling layers built on wrong turns. For while savagery may meet civilization on the frontier, all civilizations decay and descend into refined savagery over time, while praising the descent into savagery as progress. Adjacent to civilization, the frontier allows its inhabitants to rethink principles and purposes, and to reconceive how things might be done best. We bring our habits and knowledge from civilization and are free to reapply them and channel what’s good, drop what’s bad, and attempt to develop new and better models of living.And it is this frontier that we are still interested in finding and settling in the 21st century. Our survival may depend upon it.The Outlaw American Spirit Martin Jernberg On the frontier you will find grifters, losers, criminals, and con men, along with many others who are not comfortable or successful in “civilized” society. But you will also find visionaries, builders, missionaries, and individuals and families seeking a better way of life. You will find new institutions, new ways of doing things, new ways to live well.Those who thrive on the frontier disagree—often radically—about the vision for the future they are working towards. In fact, these disagreements are often the ones that matter most, and are much more salient than the stale old disputes among people droning on in “normal” society. This is to say that the people and the movements we highlight for you here will often not agree, and we may not agree with them, or even among ourselves.For instance, Chris Rufo and Matt Taibbi do not agree on politics, but both dissent from settled opinion. In order to pioneer new thought and action, one must first get past the obstacles now in our way.In, “Behind the Twitter Files,” Taibbi describes what led to the historic series of Twitter threads published after Elon Musk’s purchase of the social media platform. “At the end of that first day my head was spinning. What had been a relatively minor story about Twitter’s private censorship of a New York Post report on Hunter Biden’s laptop now looked like it might be of major, even historic importance, and involve a range of government agencies.”The Twitter Files would go on to reveal the extent of censorship and control the federal government was exercising on legacy media. Twitter, subsequently transformed into X, is now one of the only remaining free speech frontiers in media, with profound effects on the national elections and other matters of great importance in this volatile and historic year.In Peter Gietl’s interview of Rufo (“The Godfather”) after his successful effort to fire the president of Harvard University for plagiarism, Gietl reveals a model of a man attacking the most powerful institutions in America from outside the settled areas while also rebuilding alternatives. It is perhaps no coincidence that Rufo spent five years documenting people’s lives in the forgotten cities of Youngstown, Ohio, Memphis, Tennessee, and Stockton, California, and says “I have learned more from the streets than in any classroom.”On the frontier, those who are truly successful and build well carry with them deeper purposes from civilizations gone wrong, and they often seek to save their history and ideals from destruction. This is the difference, as Glenn Beck explains, between the success of the Plymouth colony and the failure of Jamestown. While many know Beck as a “media figure,” fewer understand that he is a man on a mission to save the American story, which means preserving our historic artifacts from civilizational decline, come what may. Any righteous settlement of the future will require saving the past from present destruction:The story is who we are. Our story is being destroyed right now, being rewritten in real-time. We must paint, film, learn to tell, and collect the story of America.The freshness one encounters when entering unsettled areas often makes a return to something older, deeper, and higher possible. The American frontier was and still is a place where one can look directly into the great cathedral of nature, as Katarina Bradford reminds us the great American conservationist John Muir once did: “Muir was, first and foremost, a man driven by the sacred.”But the spirit of the frontier allows us to look directly into our human nature. Against the rising “Cyborg Theocracy,” our technological advancement gone awry, Mary Harrington works back, in her article “Cannibalizing Feminism,” through our basic understandings of men, women, sexuality, and our own happiness. In “Anti-Natalism and the Impossibility of Consent," Emma Waters chooses life and rediscovers the gift of life and family that must be sought for itself, as simply good, rather than for the sake of GDP and the stuff of white papers. And Josh Centers points to his own modern family’s turn back towards ancient wisdom, ever new, and the divine in “Take Me to Church.”At the same time, the frontier requires an appreciation that “developed” societies lose for the hard work that makes them possible.Mark Levin tells us how he “learned to admire people who work hard, and who work with their hands,” who are “among the most important people in supporting our way of life”– that is, “the people who make America work.” These are the forgotten people whose virtues that are now essential to respect and recover if we are to build anew. In “Blue Collar Blues,” Joe Allen, now writing for a living, recounts what he learned while engaged in such work. In the aftermath of a hurricane, Auron MacIntyre rethinks our “learned helplessness” to take basic care of ourselves and our families, and the necessity of developing tight-knit local communities.Yet we also are in desperate need of innovation and new enterprises. Underneath the tottering edifice of California, now a one-party state that people and businesses are exiting by the year, Isaac Simpson finds the driven young men who are building the bold companies of the future. From literally making rain and fire (in this case, plentiful and inexpensive nuclear power), their startups aim to compete against the bloated, corrupt prime contractors that hose up billions annually from the federal government: “these guys are a little too young and handsome to be this angry, yet conversations often turn to success as the best revenge.”Finally, in the midst of all our current political madness, there is also a renaissance in recreation: new poetry (McLuhan, Yarvin), new TV shows (Dusty Bluffs), new video games (Prudentialist), a new return to fitness (photo essay), new food (Rhinehart) that nourishes us, new spirits (bourbon review) that soothe our own, and a new consideration of the best places to drink them (Bedford).A New American Era Martin Jernberg Volatility will increase in America. But we write for all those who seek truth, goodness, and beauty, regardless.We write for all those who dissent, who question The Narrative and The Discourse and the systems of control that created them.We write for those who refuse to accept incompetence and decay and still seek excellence—who seek work and love alike with meaning and higher purpose.We write for those who still love the human and seek to perpetuate and enrich humanity rather than snuff it out.We write for all those who simply want to find and live a better way of life.We write for those who hold out the possibility that, in the sound of the winds blowing through the trees in the canyon, the waters flowing over rock, no less than the stillness of the desert itself, we might yet hear the voice of God.You are not alone. We are not alone. Welcome to Frontier.Matthew J. Peterson is Editor in Chief of Blaze News.
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Presidents Biden and Trump share cordial moment in Oval Office
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After perhaps the most contentious presidential election season in modern history, Americans were finally gifted a moment of peace and comity when President-elect Donald Trump joined President Joe Biden in the Oval Office on Wednesday.Last week, Trump crushed Biden's vice president, Kamala Harris, both in the popular vote and the Electoral College, meaning that in just a few weeks, he will return to office to serve a second term.'Politics is tough, and it's, in many cases, not a very nice world, but it is a nice world today.'To signal the beginning of the transition to the next administration, Biden invited Trump to a friendly meeting in the Oval Office, and Trump agreed.On Wednesday, with a blazing fire as a backdrop, the two former political foes shook hands warmly and exchanged pleasantries.Addressing Trump as "Mr. President" and acknowledging him as a "former president," Biden congratulated Trump on his recent victory and promised a "smooth transition" in the days and weeks to come."We're gonna do everything we can to make sure you're accommodated, what you need," Biden said."Welcome. Welcome back," he added to the man he recently called "the greatest threat to our democracy."Trump graciously accepted Biden's remarks and offered a few conciliatory statements of his own."Politics is tough, and it's, in many cases, not a very nice world," Trump replied, "but it is a nice world today, and I appreciate it very much." — (@) Shortly after their brief exchange, rancor arose among a group of reporters who were also gathered in the Oval Office. While some attempted to ask questions, the two presidents ignored the noise and instead smiled at one another as though laughing at an inside joke, another clip showed.Notably absent at the White House Wednesday was once and future first lady Melania Trump. Reports indicated that first lady Jill Biden invited Mrs. Trump for a meeting, but a statement from Melania's office confirmed that she would not attend."Mrs. Trump will not be attending today’s meeting at the White House," her office said in a statement posted to X. "Her husband’s return to the Oval Office to commence the transition process is encouraging, and she wishes him great success."Like Blaze News? Bypass the censors, sign up for our newsletters, and get stories like this direct to your inbox. Sign up here!
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Disney princess Rachel Zegler melts down over Trump victory — says president and his voters should 'never know peace'
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Disney princess Rachel Zegler melts down over Trump victory — says president and his voters should 'never know peace'

Disney actress Rachel Zegler said she was "heartbroken" over Donald Trump winning the election and urged her fans not to use Elon Musk's platform X due to his support of the president.In a series of social media stories on Instagram, the "Snow White" actress said the election results left her "speechless.""Another four years of hatred, leaning us towards a world I do not want to live in," the 23-year-old opined. "Leaning us towards a world that will be hard to raise my daughter in. leaning us towards a world that will force her to have a baby she doesn't want. leaning us towards a world that is fearful."On top of admitting she shouldn't be shocked, the actress said she was "heartbroken" for her friends who woke up fearful the morning after the election. She expressed to her fans that she is "here" for them should they need to "cry," "yell," or "hug.""The left continues to fail us in forging a new path forward. this loss should not have been. and it certainly should not have been by so many votes," she waxed on.'There is no help, no counsel, in any of them.'Zegler's tone turned darker as she said she agreed with the sentiment that "more than anything," Trump supporters, voters, and Trump himself should "never know peace."Adding to the long-held Democratic Party claim that Trump is a threat to democracy, Zegler said there is a "deep, deep sickness" in the United States, proven by the tens of millions of people who voted for Trump. She also called the number of people who support Trump "terrifying," saying they are subscribing to a "false sense of security, of masculinity, of intelligence, of patriotism, and of humanity.""There is no help, no counsel, in any of them," Zegler said of Trump supporters. "I could go on. i won't. i feel sad. you probably do, too. f*** this." The young actress also urged her followers not to use Musk's platform because he "helped get that man elected," accusing those who are on X of "giving [Musk] business." The New Jersey-born star has frequently rejected backlash for her commentary, attributing it to prejudice related to her ethnicity.She said in October 2023 that those speaking against her were doing so because she is one of the many "fearless and loud" Latino performers who are "loud about having seats at the tables they deserve to be at." The same account that posted Zegler's recent anti-Trump rant also noted her recent hyperbolic post describing why she was voting for Vice President Kamala Harris."I'm voting for kamala harris because either she or donald trump will be president come january, and if hillary clinton (another deeply flawed candidate) had won in 2016, roe v. wade would be law today and women who are now dead from treatable pregnancy complications would be alive," she claimed.In addition, she also implied that the Republican ticket believes "trans people and immigrants are the root" of the nation's problems. Zegler also suggested that the National Guard would be unjustly deployed on protesters if Trump wins."If [Kamala] loses, i worry i may never vote again."Like Blaze News? Bypass the censors, sign up for our newsletters, and get stories like this direct to your inbox. Sign up here!
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HEARTBREAKING story: Illegal aliens MURDERED Alexis Nungaray's daughter
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HEARTBREAKING story: Illegal aliens MURDERED Alexis Nungaray's daughter

On Monday, June 17, 2024, Alexis Nungaray received news that would shake any loving parent to the core. Her daughter, Jocelyn Nungaray, was murdered and thrown in a bayou of water underneath a creek. Jocelyn was only 12 years old when she walked to the corner store to grab a soda, where she was taken and then murdered by two illegal Venezuelan immigrants: Johan Jose Martinez Rangel, 22, and Franklin Pena Ramos, 26 years old. Border Patrol had apprehended Johan Martinez near El Paso on March 14, but he was promptly released the same day on an order of recognizance with a notice to appear. On May 28, Franklin Pena was also apprehended before being let go on a promise to appear in court at a later date. Not three weeks later, they took Jocelyn’s life. “The hard facts of reality is there will unfortunately be more Jocelyns, but that’s why I’m being so courageous, and that’s why I’m using my voice, since her voice was viciously ripped away from her,” Nungaray tells Alex Stein of “Prime Time with Alex Stein.” “This unfortunately is a desperate wakeup call that this country needs to realize that Jocelyn needs to be the last Jocelyn. She needs to be the last child for this to happen,” she continues. Stein is horrified, especially considering the Biden administration’s “catch and release” program allowed these two immigrants — who had Venezuelan gang affiliations — to roam freely on the streets of the United States. “The fact is, they’re letting people come into this country unvetted, and a lot of these people have gang affiliations, and both of these guys had gang affiliations,” Stein says. After the pair murdered Jocelyn in cold blood, one of the immigrants attempted to change his appearance to go under the radar. “He had a full beard, and once he was watching the news with the still shots on them, he completely shaved his face clean, and he thought that was going to be the bandaid over his mistake, but it didn’t work because he was still caught within days of them doing what they did to her,” Nungaray explains. While liberals have remained steadfast in their claim that illegal aliens deserve to be here, Stein doesn’t think they truly understand that this can and will affect them negatively. “This is a serious issue that you can be affected by. Doesn’t matter your political leaning, it doesn’t matter your race, your ethnicity, you can be affected by this,” Stein says. “It’s just, you never know who can be a victim.” Want more from Alex Stein?To enjoy more of Alex's culture jamming, comedic monologues, skits, and street segments, subscribe to BlazeTV — the largest multi-platform network of voices who love America, defend the Constitution, and live the American dream.
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'Nobody was ever in his pocket': UFC's Jorge Masvidal defends Trump as a free thinker with new ideas
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'Nobody was ever in his pocket': UFC's Jorge Masvidal defends Trump as a free thinker with new ideas

UFC legend Jorge Masvidal said that his support of President Donald Trump comes from years of watching him push his own thoughts and ideas forward, while other politicians were bought off.Masvidal is of Cuban descent and has defended Trump for years while condemning Democrats, saying they are slowly creeping toward communism.During election coverage on the night of the Republican victory, Masvidal was asked by podcast host Patrick Bet-David why he likes Trump so much."2015/16 I started seeing him do his thing, and he said one thing right in the beginning that caught my eye," Masvidal began. "That was, he said nobody was in his pockets. He said he was in all these politicians' pockets [and] he got them to do whatever he wanted to do, and nobody was ever in his pocket. He paid everybody off."The fighter, who is the inaugural "Baddest Motherf***er" (BMF) champion in the UFC, added that it has been Trump's individuality and willingness to push his own ideas that has led to his near decade-long support. "He was coming into the game with his own ideas, his own thoughts, and nobody could buy him. When I heard that I was like, 'This is a man that if he says what he's going to do, it's going to be the best thing for us.'"'This is one person with his own thoughts, and he loves America.'The fighter told Bet-David that there are no "secret corporations" controlling the president behind the scenes and no foreign governments he is beholden to. "This is one person with his own thoughts, and he loves America, that's how long I've been rocking with Trump. I love this guy."In 2023, Masvidal defended Trump in the face of indictments in New York City, likening the charges to the actions of communist governments."My family has lived through it, and history has told us that this is a play right out of the communist playbook," Masvidal said at the time.The 40-year-old warned that if the charges went through on Trump, there was no telling where government persecution would stop. "This has been done before in history, and every time it's happened, it only gets worse. We can't let the left take over," Masvidal warned.Masvidal lost fought in July in a boxing match against fellow UFC legend Nate Diaz, losing in a decision.In September, Masvidal said he was eyeing a UFC comeback. He is still under contract with the organization, and according to ESPN, told the UFC he wants to fight No.1-ranked middleweight Leon Edwards.Like Blaze News? Bypass the censors, sign up for our newsletters, and get stories like this direct to your inbox. Sign up here!
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