I was a bricklayer. It was how I paid the bills when I first moved to America. Even the biggest title in bodybuilding, Mr. Olympia, only paid a thousand dollars back then.  It makes me proud that in March, the winner of our Arnold Classic and our Arnold Classic UK took home more than a million dollars. He can focus on bodybuilding. But in our day, that wasn’t an option. Some guys were teachers. Some sold insurance. Franco and I laid bricks. We put an ad in the paper and sold ourselves as European craftsmen. We figured if people heard the accents, they would picture old-world masonry instead of two bodybuilders with a wheelbarrow.  It worked.  The phone rang. And then we had to go out and actually do the job, which was the part nobody could fake. Luckily, Franco knew what he was doing. The work was simple. Mix the mortar. Set the brick. Tap it level. Scrape the edge. Then do it again. And again. Nobody claps for you. There is no crowd, no music, no trophy. There is just the next brick sitting there waiting for you. You can still find some of the walls we built in Venice. That’s where my lesson today comes from. One brick doesn’t look like anything. Ten bricks don’t look like anything. A hundred bricks, you’re starting to see something, but it doesn’t impress anyone. You just keep laying bricks until the job is done. And you know what happens after four or five hours on a wall? You are so damn tired, or you feel so great that you stop measuring. You are not standing back every ten minutes asking how far from finished it is. You are covered in mortar, your hands are raw, you’re schvitzing, and you are happy. The work took the question away from you. That is the part nobody tells you about hard work: It doesn’t just build the wall. It terminates the voice that keeps asking when the wall will be done.

‘Constant’? Don’t be dramatic. Your argument for Poles being good people is so crass and on the same level as ‘Muh dick’ Get blocked.

The funniest part is, my student in question is white with a French last name There’s a chance he’s more “pure” than BAGGUETTE MASTER RACE over here

We were discussing Japan’s abysmal birth rate and one of my students perked up Despite knowing his predilections, I called on him He said, “Hey, Mr. Ragnarson, not to be crude, but you send me over, I’ll get that solved pronto, if you know what I mean” Boy is now a US Marine

The tide is in our favor but we have to keep pushing. Sick of seeing people give up at the first sign of setback and say voting is pointless and we need to back some militia revolution. Hysterical stuff, totally feminized mindset. How you deal with setbacks means everything.

You are Jewish

I’ll always champion peaceful protest. But the Unite the Kingdom march organisers are peddling hatred and division. We’ve already blocked visas for far-right agitators who want to come here to spew their extremist views. They don't speak for the decent, fair, respectful Britain I know.

Why'd you even do it