🇮🇹 Magda 🇧🇷🇨🇵 🇬🇷🇮🇹🇬🇧🇷🇺 - I💚CO2 - 🐞

@Magda20220928

Strong men make peace, weak men make war. Compte de secours de Magda20220927. Supporters of Ukr will be blocked straight away.

Joined September 2022

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🇫🇷 fred le gaulois 🇫🇷 Uniondesdroites 🐱🐱

@FredGaulois

6 days ago

La cohérence des islamo gauchistes résumée en une image :

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6 days ago

@VictorSinclair3 Nous ne sommes plus chez nous.

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P@rousie ⚜️✝️

@Parousie33

10 days ago

Mémoire éternelle pour notre Lola ✝️✝️✝️

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Seathiell 🇨🇵

@Seathiell

12 days ago

108 ans. Cent huit putain d’années. Une femme qui a traversé le siècle, les guerres, la misère, qui a vu naître et mourir des générations… et qui se fait agresser sexuellement et voler chez elle, dans son propre salon, à Villeurbanne. Retrouvée partiellement dénudée, en état de choc, par son auxiliaire de vie. Une enquête pour vol et agression sexuelle. On est en 2026 et on en est là. Et ce qui me rend malade, ce qui me donne envie de hurler, c’est que c’est TOUJOURS les mêmes profils. Toujours. Les mêmes silhouettes, les mêmes parcours, les mêmes impunités. On viole nos grands-mères. On les déshabille. On les traumatise à 108 ans. Où est la dignité ? Où est la protection des plus fragiles ? Où est la France qui protégeait ses anciens ? On nous bassine avec de la compassion à sens unique, avec des leçons de morale, pendant que nos aïeules deviennent des proies dans leur propre maison. Je suis en colère. Je suis en rage. Je suis dégoûté. Assez. Assez de cette impunité. Assez de ce silence complice. Assez de voir toujours les mêmes faire toujours les mêmes horreurs sur ceux qui ne peuvent plus se défendre. Nos grand-mères méritent mieux que ça. La France mérite mieux que ça. #Villeurbanne #Sécurité #Assez

Seathiell's tweet photo. 108 ans.
Cent huit putain d’années.
Une femme qui a traversé le siècle, les guerres, la misère, qui a vu naître et mourir des générations… et qui se fait agresser sexuellement et voler chez elle, dans son propre salon, à Villeurbanne.

Retrouvée partiellement dénudée, en état de choc, par son auxiliaire de vie.
Une enquête pour vol et agression sexuelle.

On est en 2026 et on en est là.

Et ce qui me rend malade, ce qui me donne envie de hurler, c’est que c’est TOUJOURS les mêmes profils.
Toujours.
Les mêmes silhouettes, les mêmes parcours, les mêmes impunités.
On viole nos grands-mères.
On les déshabille.
On les traumatise à 108 ans.

Où est la dignité ?
Où est la protection des plus fragiles ?
Où est la France qui protégeait ses anciens ?

On nous bassine avec de la compassion à sens unique, avec des leçons de morale, pendant que nos aïeules deviennent des proies dans leur propre maison.

Je suis en colère.
Je suis en rage.
Je suis dégoûté.

Assez.
Assez de cette impunité.
Assez de ce silence complice.
Assez de voir toujours les mêmes faire toujours les mêmes horreurs sur ceux qui ne peuvent plus se défendre.

Nos grand-mères méritent mieux que ça.
La France mérite mieux que ça.

#Villeurbanne #Sécurité #Assez

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18 days ago

@Magda20220927 @salitribule Je ne vois pas la réponse...

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18 days ago

@GrumpyShtroumpf @salitribule Il suffit de demander si la personne est à jeûn. Pas besoin d'étaler sa vie privée sur la place publique.

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19 days ago

@salitribule @BasqueLondon Brésil, Idem. En Russie je crois que c'est 9.

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Sama Hoole

@SamaHoole

23 days ago

The year is 1925. Your doctor says you look run down and writes down the name of a tonic, and you drink it the way you drink anything a doctor names, a bottle a day, feeling marvellous. It is radium in distilled water. Four hundred thousand bottles are sold on medical endorsement, and the steel magnate who got through fifteen hundred of them is buried in 1932 in a lead-lined coffin. The year is 1948. Your baby is screaming with teething, so you do what the health visitor says and work a fingertip of powder into his gums, morning and night, for months. Then his hands and feet go raw and pink, daylight becomes unbearable, and the child who was babbling in the spring stops speaking. The powder is mercury, a fifth of the babies it does this to die, and it stays on the shelf until 1954. The year is 1958. Your wife is seven months gone and they send her down the corridor for the routine X-ray, and she lies on the cold plate with her coat over the chair and thinks nothing of it. An Oxford epidemiologist has just shown that one abdominal X-ray in pregnancy roughly doubles the child's chance of dying of cancer before adolescence. The profession declines to believe her, her funding dries up, and the radiographers carry on for twenty years. The year is 1983. Your son has haemophilia, and the new treatment means no more nights in hospital, just a vial from the fridge and a needle at the kitchen table before school. The vial is pooled from thousands of paid American donors, some of them prisoners. Around twelve hundred and fifty British haemophiliacs are given HIV this way, and the inquiry that finally says so out loud reports in 2024. The year is 1989. You are on a ward after your heart attack watching the monitor throw an extra beat, and they start you on a tablet to stop it doing that, because obviously a heart that skips is a heart about to stop. Somebody finally tests the tablet against a placebo. Seven point seven per cent dead within ten months on the drug, three per cent on the dummy, and the trial is halted early. The year is 1995. Your sister takes the high-dose chemotherapy with the bone marrow transplant because her oncologist calls it her best chance, and you sit in that corridor for four weeks while it takes her hair, her gut lining and two stone. Forty thousand American women go through it. In 1999 the trials find no survival advantage over ordinary treatment, and in 2000 the data that convinced everybody turns out to have been invented. The year is 2016. Your daughter is epileptic and pregnant and stays on the medicine that has kept her seizure-free since she was nineteen, because nobody at any appointment has ever told her otherwise. That is the year the warning finally reaches the box. The risk had been in the literature since the seventies, and roughly twenty thousand British children were born into it while the paperwork caught up. Now it is today. Your doctor has new drugs, new numbers and a fresh consensus, and he can tell you exactly what the evidence shows. So could every doctor on this list. None of it was quackery. All of it was the standard of care, taught in the schools, printed in the guidelines, paid for by the state. That is what a wrong answer looks like from the inside, and you are standing in one now.

SamaHoole's tweet photo. The year is 1925. Your doctor says you look run down and writes down the name of a tonic, and you drink it the way you drink anything a doctor names, a bottle a day, feeling marvellous. It is radium in distilled water. Four hundred thousand bottles are sold on medical endorsement, and the steel magnate who got through fifteen hundred of them is buried in 1932 in a lead-lined coffin.

The year is 1948. Your baby is screaming with teething, so you do what the health visitor says and work a fingertip of powder into his gums, morning and night, for months. Then his hands and feet go raw and pink, daylight becomes unbearable, and the child who was babbling in the spring stops speaking. The powder is mercury, a fifth of the babies it does this to die, and it stays on the shelf until 1954.

The year is 1958. Your wife is seven months gone and they send her down the corridor for the routine X-ray, and she lies on the cold plate with her coat over the chair and thinks nothing of it. An Oxford epidemiologist has just shown that one abdominal X-ray in pregnancy roughly doubles the child's chance of dying of cancer before adolescence. The profession declines to believe her, her funding dries up, and the radiographers carry on for twenty years.

The year is 1983. Your son has haemophilia, and the new treatment means no more nights in hospital, just a vial from the fridge and a needle at the kitchen table before school. The vial is pooled from thousands of paid American donors, some of them prisoners. Around twelve hundred and fifty British haemophiliacs are given HIV this way, and the inquiry that finally says so out loud reports in 2024.

The year is 1989. You are on a ward after your heart attack watching the monitor throw an extra beat, and they start you on a tablet to stop it doing that, because obviously a heart that skips is a heart about to stop. Somebody finally tests the tablet against a placebo. Seven point seven per cent dead within ten months on the drug, three per cent on the dummy, and the trial is halted early.

The year is 1995. Your sister takes the high-dose chemotherapy with the bone marrow transplant because her oncologist calls it her best chance, and you sit in that corridor for four weeks while it takes her hair, her gut lining and two stone. Forty thousand American women go through it. In 1999 the trials find no survival advantage over ordinary treatment, and in 2000 the data that convinced everybody turns out to have been invented.

The year is 2016. Your daughter is epileptic and pregnant and stays on the medicine that has kept her seizure-free since she was nineteen, because nobody at any appointment has ever told her otherwise. That is the year the warning finally reaches the box. The risk had been in the literature since the seventies, and roughly twenty thousand British children were born into it while the paperwork caught up.

Now it is today.

Your doctor has new drugs, new numbers and a fresh consensus, and he can tell you exactly what the evidence shows.

So could every doctor on this list.

None of it was quackery. All of it was the standard of care, taught in the schools, printed in the guidelines, paid for by the state.

That is what a wrong answer looks like from the inside, and you are standing in one now.

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26 days ago

@stefdesvosges @Magda20220927 La France est perdue, gardons au moins sa langue intacte.

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29 days ago

@f_asselineau Les chinois ont bien raison de nous regarder comme si nous étions des bébés de deux ans. Rien de ce que fait l'UE est raisonnable et réfléchi.