I’ve never defended a rapist in my life.
You, however, worked hard to elect a man to the presidency who was found liable for sexual abuse by a jury of his peers. A man accused of sexual misconduct by two dozen women.
But sure, tell me more about your values.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THE EPSTEIN FILES.
Does anyone else notice that no matter how many folks are posting about the Epstein files, it never trends on X?
I love Albania for this.
This is how it began for the Palestinians— the Rothschilds and their agents buying up land. What came next was the Nakba and the erasure of their identity, followed by today’s Holocaust.
Fight Israeli settlers like the hell that you will endure if you don’t. This is the only way.
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The shooter in Montreal was believed to have been an incel, and not a Muslim, an Arab, or an immigrant. So:
1) what the hell are you talking about?
2) why is this tweet still up, without an apology or correction?
3) why should anyone take seriously anything you say ever again?
Tommy Robinson is laughing at his gullible supporters while he and his son are living a high luxury life.
If he is a priority target for ISIS, why is he keep updating everyone about the next location he's going to be at.
⚽️ From Anger to Apathy, This Is How Seasons Die
#LFC 1-1 #Burnley | #PremierLeague Review #LIVBUR
When a train runs late every day, passengers stop checking the board. They already know the outcome. Liverpool matches have begun to feel like that, predictable in their tension, predictable in their disappointment, drained of intrigue both before and after kick-off.
I'm not angry anymore. That passed for me in November, somewhere between Forest and PSV, when it became clear this wasn't a wobble but an actual direction. What remains now is numbness. A dull acceptance that even when the numbers look better, the feeling doesn't. Because football is not played on spreadsheets. It's felt.
Yes, the stats against Burnley were stronger. Yes, the shot count was high. Yes, the xG figure looks healthy on the surface. But look closer, and it tells the same old story. Low value chances, poor shot selection, safety first football explained away as control. Risk-averse to the point of paralysis. A team coached to reach the halfway line, hesitate, turn back, reset, repeat.
This was still self-preservation football. Still, a manager afraid of the next punch because he knows the jaw is glass.
Liverpool were good for a spell. They always are. They score, Anfield stirs, and then the instinct kicks in to protect rather than impose. To manage danger rather than create fear. Around the hour mark, the tension returned, the passes lost purpose, the crowd sensed it, and the opposition believed. Burnley barely had to knock. The door was already ajar.
The goal conceded was not bad luck. It was structure without conviction. Midblock indecision. Players caught between instruction and instinct. That moment has been visible all season, from space, from memory, from experience.
And here is the problem now. Anfield is turning. Not in fury, but in fatigue. Booing at full time. A ground that no longer believes the team will find a way. That matters. Once belief drains out of a stadium, results follow it down the plughole.
The club hierarchy can bury their heads if they want. No signings. No urgency. No signal that this season still matters beyond survival in the top-four race. That tells its own story. This feels written off already, quietly, administratively, while asking supporters to keep turning up and pretending otherwise.
Will Slot go now? No. Not yet. But this is how it starts. Not with chaos, but with futile acceptance. Fans switching off emotionally. Matches becoming chores. Wins feeling empty. Draws feeling inevitable.
This is a club drifting through games, and a season drifting out of reach.
What a mess. Don't think I'll bother taking the train anymore.
@DPJHodges When was it ever a secret? Ban Israel from all sporting and cultural events until it ends its apartheid and illegal occupation of Palestine.
The Twitter X algorithm is basically Claude. You like one thing and it’s like “You’re absolutely right! I shall now fill your timeline with posts about nothing else but that one thing…”
I HATE the media with a passion
Video of Jota's wife coming out of the police station. She's that upset it's taking 2 police officers to hold her up. Media all pointing cameras in her face to catch her crying
Disgusting 😡