I wondered why Rumble is aggressively promoting so much live content, so I asked Google Gemini and I got this answer:
Rumble’s heavy push into live content is a deliberate, multi-pronged business strategy designed to help the platform compete with tech giants like YouTube and Twitch.
Well, this strategy has failed based on the most important metric: viewership.
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Two sailors were winding up a rope, and did not finish as quickly as they expected.
“Where in the world,” cried one of them impatiently, “is that end?”
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Is there one you can talk to?
If so, you are fortunate. For one of the most important discoveries a man or woman makes, on the little trip from the cradle to the grave, is the intelligent, likable, appreciative, stimulative companion in talk.
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The prisoner in this case, whose name was Dickey Swivel, alias “Stove Pipe Pete,” was placed at the bar, and questioned by the Judge to the following effect:
Judge: Bring the prisoner into court.
Pete: Here I am, bound to blaze, as the spirits of turpentine said, when he was all a fire.
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On Tuesday morning I went down to the depot to see a large train of ten cars loaded with imported Mormons.
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Sometimes, on one of these sunny autumn mornings, when I turn my back on the town and take to the highway, I seem to have the world to myself.
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From the book “Among Cannibals” by Carl Lumholtz, published in 1889.
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During the panic in the money market of 1866, the agent of a money-lending concern came to Baron Rothschild and begged him to advance them some money; but was promptly refused.
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Blasphemy is a crime that aims at God, but does its chief harm to the one that fires it off.
So I compare it to a piece of imperfect firearms to which the marksman puts his eye, and, pulling the trigger, by the rebound finds himself in the dust.
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“Good-morning,” said the valet de chambre, as I stepped from my room.
“Good-morning,” I answered. “Pray accept twenty-five centimes.”
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The true philosophy of laughter has never been written. All learned books on the subject I have read are merely discussions of the comic. But laughter has further reaches than that. We not only laugh at jokes and capers but our best laughing is from the sheer joy of life.
(more…)YouTube is a joke.
They’ve deleted this video because it violated their “Violent Criminal Organizations” policy. I’ve uploaded it again with a new title to prove how fucking stupid they are.
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The other day, while I was meditating on morality and Mr. H. Pitt, I was, so to speak, snatched up and put into a jury box to try people. The snatching took some weeks, but to me it seemed something sudden and arbitrary. I was put into this box because I lived in Battersea, and my name began with a C. Looking round me, I saw that there were also summoned and in attendance in the court whole crowds and processions of men, all of whom lived in Battersea, and all of whose names began with a C.
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The following conversation occurred between a theatrical manager and an aspirant for Thespian honors:
“What is your pleasure?” asked the manager.
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So long as the people of the Carolinas were prosperous and able to capture and execute pirates who interfered with their trade the Atlantic sea-robbers kept away from their ports, but this prosperity did not last. Indian wars broke out, and in the course of time the colonies became very much weakened and impoverished, and then it was that the harbor of Charles Town began to be again interesting to the pirates.
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The names of Indians are sometimes so peculiar that people are made to wonder how the red men became possessed of them. That of “Sitting Bull,” “Crazy Horse,” “Man Afraid of his Horses,” “Red Cloud,” etc., cause a good deal of thought to those who do not know how the names are given.
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From an interview with Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran in the 1980s.
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Nine-year-old Vanka Zhukov, who had been apprentice to the shoemaker Aliakhin for three months, did not go to bed the night before Christmas. He waited till the master and mistress and the assistants had gone out to an early church-service, to procure from his employer’s cupboard a small phial of ink and a penholder with a rusty nib; then, spreading a crumpled sheet of paper in front of him, he began to write.
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At the examination the children were to say the creed before the superintendent. It was practiced so that three children were each to say one article.
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“Take it from me,” said my friend from Kansas, leaning back in his seat at the Taverne Royale and holding his cigar in his two fingers—”don’t talk no French here in Paris. They don’t expect it, and they don’t seem to understand it.”
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— Halt! I am the great wizard Anotem. Give me all your money or I will fuck you in the ass.
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I had scarcely left the gates of the town behind, when I perceived a number of Europeans seated upon elephants, coming from the bungalow. On meeting each other we pulled up and commenced a conversation. The gentlemen were on the road to search for a tiger-lair, of which they had received intimation, and invited me, if such a sport would not frighten me too much, to take part in it.
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Extreme heat waves are scorching Germany at the moment, and yet most Germans don’t have air conditioning.
The explanation is quite simple: most Germans are fucking retarded.
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Last Wednesday the bell to our telephone rung violently at 8 o’clock in the morning, and when we put our ear to the earaphone, and our mouth to the mouthaphone, and asked what was the matter, a still small voice, evidently that of a lady, said, “Julia has got worms, doctor.”
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Professor (examining a student): “And how do you protect yourself against impure water?”
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Everything is twofold. There is the thing itself, and there is the picture of the thing which is in the mind. That mental picture is called an Idea.
When we have a task we want to accomplish, a condition we want to attain, or any purpose at all, we form a mind-concept of the thing desired. That is called an Ideal.
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The American patriot is the soldier of civilization.
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The world is but a huge playground, after all; and just as the sympathy of those who witness a fight between two boys—one of whom is a big fellow and a reputed bully, while the other is a plucky youngster but one-half his opponent’s size—invariably goes with the smaller and weaker combatant, so it is even amongst nations.
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Frederick the Great made the personal acquaintance of every soldier of his regiment of guards. Whenever he saw a fresh one, he put the three following questions to him: “First, how old are you? Second, how long have you been in my service? Third, are you satisfied with your pay and treatment?”
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There is something on my mind, of which I must relieve myself. If I am ever to face the world again with a smile I must share my trouble with others. I cannot bear my burden alone.
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From an interview with Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran in the 1980s.
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Among the recent inventions is a pillow holder. It is explained that the pillow holder is for the purpose of holding a pillow while the case is being put on. We trust this new invention will not come into general use, as there is no sight more beautiful to the eyes of man than to see a woman hold a pillow in her teeth while she gently manipulates the pillow case over it.
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H. G. Wells in his Outline of History seldom seems just an Englishman. He fights his battles and makes most of his judgments alone and generally in defiance of the traditions of his countrymen, but he is not bold enough to face Napoleon Bonaparte all by himself.
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Ferrari Luce, the first electric Ferrari.
It looks like something you’d buy on Temu and plow into a wall with after the brakes suddenly stop working. It’s breathtakingly hideous. And, at over $600,000 per unit, it’s also ridiculously expensive, not to mention insulting.
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Three days after the Easter banquet, which was traditionally a great occasion in the Lamonica household, both in its lavishness and in the number of its guests, Donna Cristina Lamonica was counting the table linen and silver service, and replacing them one by one, methodically, in drawer and cupboard, in readiness for future banquets.
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Karmelo Anthony was sentenced to 35 years in prison for the murder of Austin Metcalf.
This nigga got off easy.
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The Dark Brotherhood? They are not who you think they are, stranger. You think they are cunning assassins – nay, they are goat-fuckers!
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On the next morning, at daybreak, we quitted the trench again in order to rest for two days. We went across the fields and took up quarters at Cerney-en-Dormois. We lodged in one of the abandoned houses in the center of the village. Our field kitchen had not yet arrived, so we were obliged to find our own food.
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A Sudanese immigrant went berserk and tried to behead a man on the streets of Belfast – what’s so weird about that?
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Would you?
Would you blow Bill Nye the science guy?
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We had no arms, as we had been told that the road was perfectly safe, and the only weapons of defence which we possessed were our parasols, if I except a clasp-knife, which I instantly drew out of my pocket and opened, fully determined to sell my life as dearly as possible.
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