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Mother💗 Sepsis Survivor, Long Covid Endurer, Inspired by this Exquisite Planet that God created. Jesus, Lover of My Soul 👑

[Gary Andrews @GaryScribbler]

Please learn to recognise the signs. There have been huge leaps in sepsis awareness but it never hurts to be alert. Almost 9 years since it changed our lives forever - don’t let it change yours. #doosleaday #sepsisawareness #worldsepsisday

[Mel Gibson @MelGibsonstory]

Christians are being massacred, and their women kidnapped, raped, and forcibly converted to Islam daily in Nigeria.

This past year, more Christians have been killed in Nigeria than Palestinians in Gaza.

And still, not a single protest for them!

[Dolly Parton @DollyParton]

Global icon and humanitarian, Dolly Parton, known to the world as a beloved singer, songwriter, philanthropist, actress, playwright, and author died peacefully today in Nashville, Tennessee. She was 80 years old.

Dolly is preceded in death by her beloved husband of 59 years Carl Thomas Dean (1942 – 2025), her mother Avie Lee Caroline Owens (1923 – 2003), and father, Robert Lee Parton, Sr. (1921 – 2000).

A rhinestone life that shone bright enough for the world to see, Dolly will forever stand as an inspiration not only through her timeless music and prolific songwriting, but also her wit, warmth, and kindness that made us all feel like family. Dolly Parton’s legacy is one of love, compassion, and resilience. With a seven-decade career, she inspired multiple generations of artists and fans with her music and an unwavering commitment to making the world a better place. Her songs will continue to resonate with people of all ages, and her philanthropic work will have a lasting impact.

At Dolly’s request, a small, private service will be held for immediate family. Dolly’s fans and friends from around the world are encouraged to pay tribute to Dolly on social media by tagging @DollyParton or by leaving a message at https://t.co/cLu9I7M2wC

In lieu of flowers the family asks for donations to be made to Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library at https://t.co/arzrqInqJA

[Handwritten Letter @letterappsoc]

Dear @RoyalMail, You could trial it (a 50p postcard stamp) for a year, say, and see how popular it is. You’re always saying letters and postcards still matter. Please could you do something tangible to show you mean it. Thanks everso, Dinah ☺️📮👍

[James Lucas @JamesLucasIT]

This is one of the most beautiful paintings of Christ ever made, and for over a century people have walked past the one detail that holds its entire meaning...

It is called The Light of the World, painted by the English Pre-Raphaelite artist William Holman Hunt. Christ stands at night in an overgrown garden, holding a lantern, his hand raised to knock at a wooden door.

It illustrates a line from the Book of Revelation:

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock."

The door is choked with ivy and weeds. It has clearly not been opened in a very long time.

Now look at the door itself, and you will see what holds the key to understanding the entire artwork… there is no handle. No latch, no knob, nothing on the outside at all.

Hunt left it off on purpose: this door can only be opened from within.

The door is the human soul, and the point is that Christ can stand there and knock forever, but he cannot let himself in. The handle is on the other side. It has to be you who opens it. The ivy has grown thick over the frame because this particular door has stayed shut for years, and yet his lantern is still burning, and he is still standing there, still knocking, waiting for a door that may never open.

Fifty years after he painted it, Hunt felt he had to spell the meaning out: the shut door, he said, was “the obstinately shut mind.”

The light has not gone out and whether that door ever opens was always, only, up to you...

[YoungHoon Kim @yhbryankimiq]

As the world's highest IQ record holder, the greatest truth I have ever discovered: God is real, He is calling you, and He is Jesus Christ.

[Rachel @RachelD1892]

Please don't forget dear Ann Widdecombe.
"If we deny our culture and become everything and nothing, that weakens us."
Ann was a great lady with great strength.
Remember her in your prayers 🙏

[Claire Fox @Fox_Claire]

I'd be more sympathetic if Gov ministers actually took part in meaningful debate & didn't weaponise terms like "abuse and misinformation" to attack the "free speech and expression" of everyone else. Instead it looks like retreating to an echo chamber to avoid critisism/accountability

[Rɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ Kᴇᴍᴘ ⋁ @COLRICHARDKEMP]

Israeli rescue teams helped save a life in Venezuela today using Israeli Xtend drones. Will Israel’s help in Venezuela even be mentioned in British mainstream media like the BBC. Judging by reporting of previous disasters it’s unlikely as it doesn’t fit their anti Israel agenda.

[Wolf of X @WolfofX]

Nick Vujicic entered the world on December 4, 1982, in Melbourne, Australia, born with tetra-amelia syndrome, an extremely rare condition that left him without arms and legs.

His parents were devastated at first, and Nick spent much of his childhood struggling to understand why he was different.

School was especially difficult. He endured years of bullying, isolation and depression, and at just 10 years old, he attempted to take his own life.

What stopped him was the thought of the pain his parents would suffer if he was gone.

Over time, Nick learned to adapt and become remarkably independent. He taught himself to write, type, use a computer, brush his teeth, shave, answer the phone, swim, surf, fish and even play sports using his small left foot, which has two toes.

He later graduated from university with a Bachelor of Commerce degree, majoring in Accounting and Financial Planning.

At 17, Nick began speaking publicly about faith, hope and resilience. What started as talks to small groups eventually turned into a global mission.

Through his organization, Life Without Limbs, he has shared his message with millions of people in schools, prisons, stadiums, churches and conferences in more than 70 countries, encouraging countless individuals facing hardship, disability, bullying and mental health struggles.

Nick married Kanae Miyahara in 2012, and together they have built a family with four children. He has also authored several books, including Life Without Limits, and continues to travel the world proving that limitations do not have to define a person's future.

From a boy who once believed his life had no purpose to a husband, father, author and internationally recognized speaker, Nick Vujicic's journey remains one of the most inspiring examples of perseverance, faith and the power of choosing hope despite overwhelming odds.

[Christian @InTheTrenchesUK]

THE DOSSIER #15: Keir Rodney Starmer – The Blueprint

A Palestinian ambassador stroked your arm on live television. Nuzzled close. Whispered into your ear. The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom stood paralysed while the world watched a foreign agent handle him like a marionette.

That was not an incident. That was a portrait. The defining image of your premiership. The single frame that explained everything.

Because you have always been someone else's instrument.

Born 2 September 1962. Southwark. A toolmaker father. A nurse mother. Named after Keir Hardie because your parents wrote your career before you drew breath. Reigate Grammar. Leeds. Oxford. Harvard. LSE. The working-class costume tailored on Savile Row.

You are not a self-made man. You are a manufactured one. The Fabian Society shaped you. The Trilateral Commission claimed you that secretive CIA-linked global elite network you joined while serving in Corbyn's shadow cabinet, off-the-record, accountable to no British voter. The networks you serve have never been British. The interests you protect never were.

The Original Sin ..........

You became Director of Public Prosecutions. Five years. The power to act. The duty to act. The evidence in front of you.
You looked away.

Rochdale, 2009. The CPS dropped charges against grooming gang suspects citing "victim credibility concerns." Twelve-year-old girls. Drugged. Raped. Trafficked. The institution you led called them unreliable witnesses to their own destruction.

Jimmy Savile, same year. Case closed on your watch. "I wasn't told," you said. The Director of Public Prosecutions wasn't informed about Britain's most prolific paedophile. Either you lie or you were asleep. Both are disqualifying.

Maggie Oliver, the whistleblower, the detective who saw the bodies, named your CPS as bearing "great responsibility" for the failures. She was there. She knew. She named you.

You learned the technique that defines you in that decade: look away when looking away serves the careerist. Protect predators when prosecuting them is inconvenient. Choose institutional comfort over child safety. Every day since has been an application of that lesson.

The Pattern Becomes Policy ..........

December 2024. You appointed Peter Mandelson United States Ambassador. The official vetting warned you in writing of "general reputational risk" because of his Epstein ties. You knew Mandelson stayed at Epstein's property after Epstein served jail time for soliciting a minor for prostitution.

You read every warning. You appointed him anyway.

The man who shielded grooming gangs as DPP elevated a paedophile's friend to the highest diplomatic rank in the Atlantic alliance. This was not error. It was continuity. The same instinct, larger scale.

September 2024. Ten million pensioners stripped of winter fuel payments. Up to £300 each. You sat in Number 10 while the elderly chose between food and heat. "We are fixing the foundations," you said. "It's the right thing to do."

Then you took £100,000 from Lord Alli. Suits. Glasses. Concert tickets. A flat for your son. The Prime Minister who froze pensioners dressed in donated tailoring. "Let me be crystal clear," you said. You were never clear. You were calculated.

February 2025. Chagos. British sovereign territory surrendered to Mauritius. £100 million per year for the privilege of being humiliated. You called it international law. The British people called it treason.

March 2026. One hundred pages of files released. The New York Times, Reuters, Bloomberg, the Guardian, AP every serious newsroom on earth confirmed the receipts. You were warned. You proceeded. Mandelson now under police investigation for allegedly leaking government documents to a dead paedophile.

April 20, 2026. You stood in the Commons and admitted you "inadvertently misled Parliament." Inadvertently. The barrister who built a career on precision. The man who wrote the 900-page Human Rights Act manual word by word. "Inadvertently." The weasel grammar of a guilty man hoping no one parses the verb.

The Domestic Record ..........

You ran two-tier policing and called the people who noticed it "far-right." You arrested grandmothers for tweets while gangs raped children in plain sight. You called working-class grief "thuggery." You called legitimate fear "Islamophobia." You called concern about borders "racism."

You hiked employer National Insurance and killed fifty thousand jobs. You broke your own fiscal rules twice. Bond markets fled. Capital fled. Skilled workers fled. The economy you inherited at 1.5% growth you handed to recession.

Your children attend private school. You live in grace-and-favour residences. You holiday in donor villas. You preach sacrifice from luxury you neither earned nor declared. You are the champagne socialist made flesh and the toolmaker's son is the costume you wear to the gala.

The Verdict of Your Own Side ..........

By May 2026, one hundred Labour MPs had publicly called for your resignation. The New York Times: "viscerally disliked." The Lowy Institute: "conclusively sapped of his authority." The party you led to landslide victory writes your obituary in public, in real time, before you have left the building.

You are not betrayed by enemies. You are buried by allies. There is no clearer verdict in democratic politics.

The Blueprint ..........

You did one good thing for Britain, and you did it by accident.

You gave us the manual.

Every appointment must be reversed. Every policy must be unwound. Every institution you touched must be rebuilt. Your premiership is the instruction text for national destruction, and reading it backwards is the path home.

You are not a Prime Minister. You are a warning carved into our recent history. The cautionary tale every future leader will be measured against. The negative reference point. The example of what one man can do to a nation when he serves Davos before Doncaster, donors before pensioners, ideology before instinct.

The toolmaker's son who learned only to dismantle.

The prosecutor who protected predators.

The barrister who broke a country with words.

The Prime Minister who stood paralysed while a foreign ambassador whispered orders into his ear, and the British people understood, in a single frozen frame, exactly what had happened to their country.

We saw you, Sir Keir.

The world saw you.

History has seen you.

And history does not forgive what it has seen.

Your betrayal of Britain is now complete. Permanent exile awaits. Congratulations. You are The Dossier.

[Douglas Carswell🇬🇧🇺🇸 @DouglasCarswell]

Rather than addressing the problem, they want to target people who notice the problem

[Emily WD🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @Wommando]

Vickrum Digwa’s brother, Gurpreet Digwa, 27, lied to police that Henry Nowak hadn’t been stabbed and had racially attacked his brother, perverting the course of justice.

Police also recorded him conspiring with Vickrum in a police car.

Six months later, he was arrested on multiple weapons charges and is currently on bail.

Meanwhile, Reece Robinson, 21, threw two stones at the Southampton police protest, hitting no one, and was jailed for 2 years and 1 month within 7 days.

[Byron Donalds @ByronDonalds]

To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.

I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.

I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.

One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”

It knocked me back.

I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”

I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.

That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.

I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.

I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.

People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.

I'll tell you why.

Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.

I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.

In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.

The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.

You just have to stop running.

[Andrew Fox @Mr_Andrew_Fox]

Sam Harris has written the best thing you’ll read today.

https://t.co/gI0wZZNH4m

[Benonwine @benonwine]

Never forget Keir Starmer never bothered to meet the mother of Rhiannon Skye Whyte.

She was murdered by an illegal migrant from the migrant hotel she worked at.

[Nicole Lampert @nicolelampert]

It’s is a really dark day when a talk about the history of ancient Israel and Judah is cancelled by the British Museum because of ‘security concerns’.
Is this what we do now? We cave in?

[David Davis MP @DavidDavisMP]

This case strikes me as extraordinary, both for the police behaviour and judge's apparent direction to the jury.

Carrying an 8" knife is illegal with very limited exceptions which do not include "self defence". The Criminal Justice Act makes that plain, and the Sentencing Council says in terms "carrying a knife or other weapon for protection is not a lawful reason. "

The Attorney General should be reviewing both this case and the case of the two teenage rapists ASAP.

I don't know what is happening with our justice system at the moment, and I am not alone in that concern.

https://t.co/JVEI8WGdNN

[Ezra Levant 🍁🚛 @ezralevant]

Keir Starmer makes a national announcement that he's banning 11 foreign journalists and peaceful activists. For the public good, he said.

700 unvetted migrant men just sneaked in. They won't be banned -- they'll be given free housing, cell phones and a living allowance.