I didn’t know PC Andrew Harper.
But the night he died, we were working the same shift, in different locations, in different forces, doing the same job; emergency response.
He made a choice I couldn’t. He was on the way back in for handover and he took the last emergency call, like so many of us have.
I couldn’t, I had a prisoner on board.
When I got home, I read what had happened.
The best of us, taken, just for doing his job.
That’s why you get this to One Million.
Thank you.
#ThinBlueLine 🚨
A fully masked ICE agent pepper sprayed a woman in New York yesterday merely for videotaping
He approached her. She was standing still. That guy needs jail time.
If this goes viral, the city will seek charges.
I watched Trump’s speech at the Correspondents’ Dinner last night.
It’s hard to articulate how sad it made me.
Sad and embarrassed and exhausted.
Here is the thing about a man who is a joke. He can’t tell one.
People think humor is a talent. It isn’t. It’s a capacity. To make someone laugh you have to be able to laugh at yourself, and to laugh at yourself you have to step outside of yourself and see what everyone else sees. For one second you have to be just another person in the room.
Most people can do this by the time they are nine years old.
He has never once managed it. Not in fifty years of cameras. Not for a second.
That is not a quirk. It is a symptom. The muscle that lets you tell a joke is the same one that lets you feel what another person feels. A man who cannot survive being laughed at cannot imagine being anyone but himself. He will only ever be generous when it is photographed. He will only ever be kind when it is filmed.
There is a name for it.
So he stood up there and did what he always does. He hit down. He made jokes about people’s weight. He made jokes about their intelligence. He made jokes about how women look. He read out the names of people he doesn’t like, and mocked them. Always mocking. And when no one laughed he blamed his speech writers.
The cruelty dressed as humor has worn so thin.
And for the 30% of you still in the cult who will inevitably call me a crackhead and blame it all on my Dad, all I can say is please, for the love of God, open your eyes. Wake the fuck up. Have some dignity. Have some pride.
Joe Biden wasn’t standing at that podium last night. Donald Trump was.
And at the end of it he put on a red hat that said Trump 2028 and told the room he was running again. No one laughed because everyone knows he has no intention of leaving.
Just another joke at our expense.
BREAKING: In an interview this morning Donald Trump was asked if his announcement that he intends to run for a third term means Barack Obama can run a third time too, and he got silent and frowned for several seconds, folded his arms across his chest, and said, “No.”
Robert, spare us the pantomime.
Gary Lineker did not drag the government to court so he could pay less tax.
HMRC tried to reclassify his freelance work as employment under IR35 and hit him with a £4.9 million bill he did not owe. He took them on, won the case, and proved they got it wrong. That is not tax dodging. That is making the taxman stick to the rules instead of inventing them.
Defending yourself against a false bill is completely different from choosing to support higher taxes. One is your right. The other is putting your money where your mouth is.
You, on the other hand, are busy sneering at millionaires willing to pay more while the Met Police are investigating a £37,500 donation to your own Tory leadership campaign. The Electoral Commission referred it because part of the money allegedly came from a foreign source. You say the claims are false. Fine. The investigation is still running.
So whose side are you really on? Not the ordinary voter in your constituency watching services get cut.
Not the people who actually need the system to work.
You talk tough about tax while your own campaign finances are under scrutiny, and you still found time to abandon the Tories for Reform after failing to lead them.
You lecture others on hypocrisy while the police check your receipts. That takes a special kind of nerve.
went to my uncle's vow renewal and it was fine until the officiant asked "do you take this woman" and my uncle said "yes but I have notes." my aunt's face went completely blank. he pulled out index cards. numbered. said "I've been married to you for 30 years and there are some things we need to address publicly." my mom whispered "oh no" and my dad said "this is amazing." first note: "you never close cabinets and I've hit my head 47 times." the officiant looked panicked. my aunt said "are you serious right now" and my uncle said "I'm on card one of twelve." my cousin started filming. someone's grandmother said "this is unconventional" which felt like an understatement. card four was about how she puts empty containers back in the fridge. card seven was about her "alarming" true crime podcast addiction. my aunt just stood there. when he finished she said "my turn" and pulled out her own cards. had fifteen. first one said "you've been pronouncing 'chipotle' wrong for six years and I've been too nice to correct you." they read all their cards. took 40 minutes. everyone was crying laughing by card 20. they renewed their vows after. my uncle's final card said "despite all this you're still my favorite person." my aunt's said "you're lucky you're cute." marriage is just keeping detailed records of grievances and still choosing each other.
If you’re just waking up and haven’t caught the news yet…
Reform UK lost two council by-elections to Labour last night in Thurrock.
I know Zia Yusuf and Nigel Farage won’t be tweeting about this one, so just making sure you’re all aware 😂😂😂
I remember when getting a consensual blowjob was enough to warrant an impeachment. Now Presidents can pay out $5M+ to the victims they raped and no one fucking bats an eye
Just had the strangest interaction with a group of lads on way back from an event, probably no more than 14-years-old, whilst waiting for a (very delayed) train to get back into central London from Windsor. They’d been causing a nuisance for a solid 20 mins. One walked past me and randomly told me I looked dapper (I’m in a suit - nothing special but obvious was to him).
He ended up asking if I can show him how to tie a tie so I lent him mine and we did just that. Cut a long story short, they’re all white working-class lads and have all dropped out of education - this absolutely breaks my heart. We do not do enough for white working-class boys at all. I’m also baffled as to why they’re wandering around rail stations so late at night - where are their parents? It’s so sad man.
Anyway, after I taught the young fella how to tie a tie, they all went and sat quietly and were on their best behaviour. I didn’t even tell them off! They’re now on my train in the next carriage and sitting like model passengers. It’s so sad man - all these kids need is some mentoring, a bit of direction, and someone who actually gives a toss about their wellbeing. We fail these children.
Hi all im incredibly lucky that 18 months or so ago I was employed to help parents through the EHCP process part of my is that I also do webinars , I have a upcoming webinar where ill be giving hints and tips on transitioning to a new school, all based on my own lived experiences as a dad a carer and also autistic myself if you want to join us please register in the link below, this is open to parents and carers and professionals, kind regards Adam.
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It was the middle of the night, at about 1.30am, when Norway lost to England.
Yet thousands of Norwegians went to the Palace in Oslo and celebrated with one final Viking row.
They did not riot. They did not burn cars. They did not smash bus stops or glass windows of shops.
They smiled. The laughed. They saw the positive in their performance. They celebrated their heritage. They were proud of who they have been in the past and who they are today.
Norway might be out of the World Cup 2026 but they are in our hearts.
In the last three weeks, I think we have all fallen a little bit in love with Norwegians.