“I'd rather be called racist all day long than stand back and watch my fellow people get their heads hacked off by a 50 IQ foreigner from an African shithole.”
Flashback: Muslims accused this Belgian member of the European Parliament of “Islamophobia” after she called to ban Sharia laws in Europe.
She stated clearly:
“The Muslim Brotherhood works to implement Sharia in Europe. Using organisations to infiltrate schools and indoctrinate children. They spread radical ideas. Women are systematically pushed aside and hidden under headscarves that strip them of power and freedom. EU must wake up.”
Do you agree with her? Yes or No?
Local councils aren’t foreign embassies.
You pay your council tax for your bins to be emptied and potholes to be filled, not to fund performative piety. Plastering foreign flags across British public buildings is just plain stupid.
Reform UK councils are taking them down. We fly the Union flag. We serve our residents.
Support Ukraine? Yes. But that doesn’t mean their flag needs to fly here.
In 2022.. Marie France van Heel (Andy’s wife) was working with Be.EV in a marketing and branding role. Two years later.. she became a director of Iduna Infrastructure Limited.. the company behind Be.EV.. which received a £4.9 million public contract being talked about.
It’s easy to see why people have questions.
🚨🇪🇺REMEMBER : Elon Musk just put the EU chief back in her place!
Von der Leyen was preaching about "democracy" until Musk hit her with a truth bomb:
"If democracy is the foundation of freedom, surely your position as leader of the EU should be elected directly by the people?"
Ancel Keys
>has data from 22 countries
>cherry-picks 7 that fit his hypothesis
>ignores France, Switzerland, West Germany, all of whom eat butter and have low heart disease
>publishes the result as "the Seven Countries Study"
>becomes the most cited nutrition researcher of the 20th century
>destroys the careers of any scientist who points out the missing fifteen countries
>creates the dietary guidelines that 350 million Americans and 60 million Britons will follow for the next seventy years
>watches obesity, diabetes, and heart disease climb every year of his career
>later quietly admits dietary cholesterol doesn't really affect blood cholesterol
>quietly retires to the Mediterranean
>lives to 100 eating butter, cheese, eggs, and red meat
>never apologises
>never recants
>never gives the careers back
>"the science is settled, don't question it"
Brian has a pup. The fell has not seen one in a while, and the fell has opinions, and so does the pup, and almost none of them are correct yet.
His name is Moss. He is a Border Collie, fourteen weeks old, black and white and entirely convinced, and he has arrived on a Cumbrian hill to learn the oldest job a dog has in this country, which is to move sheep without harming a hair on them, using nothing but position, patience, and the strange ancient power that a collie carries in its eyes.
Because that is the thing about a collie, the intricacy that makes the breed what it is. A collie does not herd by chasing or biting. It herds by "the eye," a fixed, crouching, predatory stare inherited straight from the wolf, the look that says to a sheep "I am a hunter and you will move," delivered by a dog that has been bred for a century and a half to feel the entire predatory sequence right up to the final pounce and then stop, and hold, and never complete it. A working sheepdog is a wolf that has been taught to do everything except the last thing. The control is the whole art.
Moss has the eye. He does not yet have the control. He has, this week, "gathered" a watering can, a wheelbarrow, three hens belonging to the neighbour, and Brian's wife's washing, dropping into the crouch and giving each of them the full ancestral stare before attempting to move it somewhere it did not wish to go.
Brian is not worried. Brian has done this before, more times than he will say, and he knows that the instinct arriving wrong and early is exactly how it is meant to arrive, and that the job now is years of patient shaping, the pup working beside an older dog and an older man until the wolf in him learns the one rule that makes him useful instead of dangerous: everything except the last thing.
Moss gave Doris the eye on Tuesday.
Doris, who has been stared at by better, carried on grazing.
Moss sat down, confused. The first lesson on the fell, delivered free, by a ewe: the look only works on something that believes it. He has a great deal to learn. He is exactly where he should be.