Mount Vernon, removed in Time by Causes beyond my Comprehension,

The Year denominated 2025

My Dear Sir,

By an extraordinary Conveyance, which I ascribe only to Providence, I find myself among a later Generation of Americans, possessed of immense Wealth and Power, yet disturbed in Mind and Manners. Slavery, that troublesome Inheritance of our Age, is wholly abolished, and the Negro is declared equal before the Law. This Event, though long foreseen, presents Consequences which demand sober Reflection rather than Celebration.

I observe the Negro People now free in Person, yet many are left without the Habits of Industry, Property, or Discipline which Liberty requires for its Preservation. The Fault is not wholly their own. Long Oppression has enfeebled Character, and sudden Elevation, unaccompanied by Instruction, has produced Confusion rather than Stability. Public Charity supplies Want, but too often weakens Endeavor, and Compassion, when ungoverned by Prudence, becomes another Species of Injury.

Among some I perceive Ambition without Preparation, and among others a Resentment encouraged by Men who profit from Disorder. Equality proclaimed by Law has not been matched by Equality of Condition, and this Disparity agitates the Republic more than any foreign Threat.

What alarms me most is that Moral Improvement, once thought essential to Citizenship, is now treated as optional, while Rights are asserted without Regard to Duties. A Republic cannot subsist upon Claims alone.

I feared, even in our Day, that the Removal of an Evil would be mistaken for the Completion of Virtue. Time has confirmed the Fear.

I remain, Sir, with unaltered Solicitude for the Experiment we commenced,

Your obedient Servant,

G. Washington

P.S.: By a Contrivance of Mechanick Arts, which I can scarce comprehend, there exists a vast Invisible Forum, wherein Men and Women, separated by Mountains, Seas, and Time itself, may proclaim their Thoughts, their Claims, and their Affairs instantaneously, without Letters or Messengers, and with a Swiftness that mocks the Speed of the Lightning. This Apparatus, which they term the Internet, is at once a Library, a Town Hall, and a Market, all unbounded by Walls, and yet entirely composed of Words and Images, appearing to all who seek, and yet subject to none’s Inspection save by voluntary Gaze.

I observe with Curiosity that many declare their own Stature unbidden, boasting in a manner which would have been deemed Indecorous in my Day. Yielding to the Example, I have ventured to declare my own Height, which in bare Feet I find to be Six Foot Two and a Half, and in Boots, Six Foot Three. This Confession has met with Applause, and in Truth it pleases me to see that even in a Century so distant, Men respect the Truth of Physique when frankly acknowledged.

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u/kneesinthetray:

i swear planes were designed by someone 5’7 who hates joy my knees are literally wedged into the seat in front of me the whole flight and then they recline and it’s over for me spiritually Im 6’6 btw

u/HeightCheck88:

Not even complaining just stating facts I’m 6’5 and economy is unlivable. Exit row or aisle or I’m not going. Also shoutout to compression socks.

u/HaHaBulkhead:

haha everyone says bulkhead but then you get no under seat storage and the wall is right there so you still can’t stretch it’s a scam tbh

u/QuietUpgrade:

I don’t talk about it much but status fixes most of this. Fly one airline. Stack miles. Don’t check bags. The system notices.

u/DFVSuperfan:

6’4 here and yeah it’s bad but honestly the real play is rewards programs and knowing when to book. Planes are like markets inefficiencies everywhere lol.

u/RedEyePhilosopher:

take the late flights fewer families fewer upgrades taken you can kind of melt into the exit row if you time it right

u/G_Washington (verified):

Gentlemen,

I find your Complaints familiar in Spirit, though the Conveyance is new. I have lately submitted myself to these Aerial Carriages and can attest that they are contrived with little Regard for Men of uncommon Stature. The Knees are confined, the Back denied its natural Posture, and one’s Dignity abridged for several Hours at a time.

I have observed that early Boarding secures a more tolerable Situation, and that Alliances with the Carrier, formed through repeated Patronage, are rewarded with small but meaningful Indulgences. The Exit Row, as you term it, is indeed a Position of Relief, though I find it curious that Liberty must now be purchased in Inches.

That Men of Height must strategize thus merely to sit upright strikes me as a Failure of Design, not of the Passenger.

— G. Washington, 6'3" in Boots

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"Do you want to buy a Switch Two," he asked me.

"What Games Hath It, Sir?" I asked.

"There aren't any games!"

"Thence begone," I shouted, "Ere I take a Switch To You!"

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It is a great and Marvellous Device, and yet is in the main utilized for the Baser Elements of Society. This is one area in which the Hebrew Peoples, who have flour'shed under our Regime of Religious Liberty and Toleration, have applied themselves mightily and shewn themselves most Industrious; altho one must ask at times if this Industry may not be Harm.

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TDS / Antisemitism

otherwise 180

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I write to you under the greatest perturbation of mind, scarce knowing how to convey the marvels and confusions that have befallen me. By some inscrutable providence—whether divine or diabolical I cannot yet determine—I have been transported from the severities of our winter encampment in the year 1779 to this present age, which men call 2025. I find myself in a vast edifice of commerce in a place called Miami, in the province of Florida, surrounded by wonders that surpass the utmost flights of human imagination.

The building itself is a palace of glass and light, larger than any cathedral in Christendom, filled with shops innumerable and thronged with people of every hue and nation. Carriages without horses speed silently along broad roads; music issues from unseen sources; and luminous rectangles are held in every hand, upon which moving pictures and words appear as if by enchantment.

Yet none of these prodigies has so astonished and discomposed me as the vision I beheld but an hour past.

As I stood confounded amid the multitude, there passed before me a lady of Spanish or Portuguese extraction—dark-eyed, graceful in her carriage, attired in garments of a most singular fashion. Her upper person was modestly covered, but below the waist she wore leggings of a thin, clinging stuff called, as I learned from overheard speech, “yoga pants.” These adhered to her form with a closeness that left little to the imagination.

But it was the posterior portion of her figure that arrested my breath and fixed my gaze in a manner most unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. By some surgical art unknown to our age—men here speak openly of a procedure termed “Brazilian butt lift”—her hinder parts had been augmented to proportions that defy all natural law. They rose in two perfect, prodigious hemispheres, firm and elevated as if sculpted from marble by the hand of Phidias himself, yet possessed of a gentle motion that proclaimed them living flesh. So great was their projection that they appeared to defy the very force of gravity, jutting boldly rearward while the fabric of her attire was stretched to its utmost limit, gleaming like polished silk in the artificial light.

I confess to you, Hamilton, with the candor due between old comrades: in that moment I was seized by conflicting passions. My reason recoiled at the artifice and immodesty of the spectacle; my understanding of propriety—honed by years of command and the society of virtuous women—was deeply offended. Yet at the same time, some more primal faculty within me proclaimed it the most glorious and magnificent natural phenomenon (albeit unnaturally enhanced) that these eyes have ever beheld. It surpassed in symmetry and grandeur the finest statues of antiquity; it put to shame the celebrated beauties of Versailles in their most elaborate hoops and panniers.

I stood transfixed, I know not how long, until the lady passed from view, her extraordinary endowment swaying with a rhythm both hypnotic and majestic. Only then did I recover myself sufficiently to retreat to a bench, where I now sit with trembling hand attempting to set down this account.

What manner of age is this, my friend, where such transformations of the human form are not only possible but displayed without shame in public places? Where art and nature are so confounded that a man of sixty and seven years may feel his pulse quicken like a youth of twenty? I know not whether to admire the ingenuity of the surgeons or lament the decadence of the age.

Pray burn this letter upon reading it, for I should not wish such confessions to survive me. Yet I felt compelled to unburden myself to one who has ever shared my confidence.

I remain, in spite of all these wonders and perplexities,

Your obedient friend and servant,

G. Washington

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