It kinda seems like people are just copying what Black Americans say even when it doesn't make sense? "Where would you be without us" makes sense for a minority that's been in the country for 400 years, not a refugee who came in a decade ago.
Vikings didn't have Christianity forced on them. They chose it because Odin betrayed them.
The Icelandic sagas are mostly concerned with bloody feuds (they're great by the way - read some). In one of them, the Icelanders noticed that some of the murders were not starting to be about whether people were Christian or Pagan. So they got together at a Thing (look it up) and decided they had to get rid of this cause of dissension. Either they ALL had to go back to Pagan or they ALL had to become Christian.
They went to the wisest man in Iceland, who was a Pagan, and said he had to decide for the whole island. He went off on his own to ponder the question for three days. When he returned, he said everyone had to be Christian, and he was baptized too.
From then on, the Icelandic sagas only recorded murders for more important reasons than religion. (Illo from Njall's saga which is amazeballs.)
These are “give-up” pants.
You will never see a person who is doing well in life wearing them in public.
You will never see someone who has it together mentally/physically/emotionally wearing them.
This is natures warning sign for “I cannot be relied upon because I can’t even rely on myself to take care of myself.”
I'm buying a church.
I’ve made a cash offer of £225,000 to purchase this church, which was about to close and be sold off to developers.
I'm fed up with driving past all these churches in the UK that used to thrive, support the community, and feed the homeless.
Now, just look at these beautiful church buildings.
So many are boarded up, closed down, with developers queueing up to profit from converting them into flats.
I simply can't accept that a building built to glorify Jesus for generations can be turned into something solely for profit.
So I've placed an offer on a church in my hometown.
My plan is to buy it and offer it completely free of charge, with zero rent, to a church willing to worship Jesus here and serve others.
What do you think of this idea?
This is Shahid Butt.
He is a convicted terrorist who plotted to bomb the British consulate in Yemen and an Anglican Church.
He is now running for office in Birmingham, in a seat that is 91% ethnic minority and 70% Muslim.
He will likely win.
A convicted Islamic terrorist stands a high chance of being elected to public office in Britain.
A violent extremist who plotted the destruction of British lives is going to walk the corridors of power in Britain.
A jihadi fighter who joined terror cells to fight in Afghanistan and Bosnia is going to be influencing the laws, culture, and heritage of Britain.
Why is this not on the front page of every national newspaper? Where is the outrage? Where are the protests?
We are sleepwalking right into the grasp of jihadism.
We need proportional representation while it can still save us !
When I was a few weeks postpartum with my second child, I bundled us both up and waddled into the Fairfax County Circuit Court to testify against a man who had accosted my then-toddler daughter and I in a public bathroom while I was heavily pregnant.
When I arrived I was brought into a room with his other victims and found out he had assaulted a woman in the same bathroom. I suddenly felt I had been lucky.
The arresting officer who had also interviewed me weeks prior was clearly eager to do everything right to keep this guy off the street—he found additional witnesses, pulled surveillance footage, followed every step to the letter.
It was physically painful and difficult for me to even be there—trying to discreetly feed and soothe my two week-old for 6 hours on hard benches when we should both be home in bed. It was also terrifying discreetly breastfeeding in the same room as this monster.
When I finally took the stand, the attorney for the Commonwealth asked me if the man who was in the bathroom that day was in the room.
I paused, confused—because I knew what was going to happen next.
The courtroom had been packed all day but as case after case was handled, ours was the last one—now it was just the judge, court reporter, bailiff, the defendant, his lawyer, the Commonwealth attorney, and I.
The arresting officer wasn't in the room. The other victim and her husband had been given a new court date and sent home.
I adjusted my baby against my chest and looked at her as she repeated the question: Do you see the man you reported to police in this room today?
Why was she doing this? What was she doing?
I was sweating in my oversized cashmere nursing sweater and I felt prickles down my back. Everyone was staring at me. I'm not a lawyer. She asked me a question... and she was “on my side” so I should answer it, right?
I adjusted my baby again to give myself a free hand—and I pointed to him.
And just as I expected, his lawyer immediately pointed out there was nobody else present in the courtroom who it could be and therefore we had violated his constitutional right to due process.
The judge agreed. Hell, *I* agreed—but then I asked WHY hadn't the Commonwealth given me a photo array to choose from? Why did she ASK that?
Too late. It didn't matter that he was on surveillance footage entering the bathroom before us and pushing past us as we fled.
He was set free.
As I walked out of the court room the arresting officer spotted me from down the hall and ran over to me “Is it back in this courtroom? Is it starting?”
No, I told him, it's already over. He had been sent to another courtroom “by mistake.” He didn't even get a chance to testify. He looked horrified.
The Commonwealth attorney and “victims advocate” that morning assured us they were going to fight for us. They were SO SORRY this had happened to us. They were SO GRATEFUL that I had come to testify in my condition.
Instead they seemingly intentionally let the monster walk free.
It's been two years.
Yesterday he was released on bail for yet another crime—one of at least THIRTEEN he's committed since that day in court—including sexual abuse of a child under 15.
His arrest record from just the last 5 years spans four pages on the Virginia court website.
Look at how many women—and CHILDREN—he's victimized since that day.
Look how many times his victims have gone to court just as I did only to see him set free again and again and again.
This is NOT happening by accident.
This is deliberate.