One of the most horrific scenes in human history has been revealed.
A video shows people trying to rescue an injured person and carry him to the hospital; Israel bombed them all and killed them with a missile.
A video the world must never forget.
Dr. Angus Dalgleish — one of Britain’s most respected oncologists and immunologists — is sounding a serious alarm.
He warns that we’ve entered a new dark age in universities, scientific research, and government, driven by political correctness and woke ideology.
Dalgleish calls it a cancer that has infected the heart of academia and the soul of the civil service. Political correctness, he says, is fundamentally anti-scientific: it decides in advance what you’re allowed to say, observe, and conclude. Truth becomes secondary to dogma.
He compares the current denial to alcoholism — nothing gets fixed until institutions first admit there’s a deep problem.
It’s a sobering warning from a senior scientist who has watched the rot spread for years.
The clip is only 1:56 long, but it hits hard.
Are we already too far gone, or is there still time to push back before these institutions completely lose their ability to seek truth?
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
~ Mary Nelson
✨🙌🏾💫
Posting this as a record: I just went to Australian police for help after receiving death threats from the same Sydney ISIS preacher who radicalised the Bondi gunman and they basically just completely turned me away.
Sydney ISIS preacher Wissam Haddad sent me death threats earlier this year and he’s now bragging online that he knows my location.
Police didn’t even care, they just gave me a random generic form about cyber safety.
Australia legitimately has a two-tier legal system. Authorities just forced me to pay a $24,000 penalty for holding a blank sign at a protest three years ago, and last night I was harassed with a police phone call demanding I delete Twitter posts about the Bondi terrorist attack.
It is truly bizarre that Australian authorities smash me over and over and over again, while seemingly showing absolutely zero interest in policing ISIS extremists.
Australia is so broken.
@VoicesUnheard Well said! I’m definitely feeling the same way as you. I didn’t lose anyone, thankfully, but if I had I know I would be struggling with a deep seated anger! I’m sorry you went through this. It was cruel and heartless.
“Just get over it.”
No.
People died alone. Families were locked out.
And it happened because ordinary people just followed orders.
Forgetting is how it happens again.
Remembering is resistance.
@mattvanswol I’ve been offline for a few weeks and I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s true the mainstream news is bland dribble to fill a half hour slot. I feel like I don’t know what’s been really going on in the world!
A crazy time for 16 year olds.
The UK government wants you to vote in elections.
The Australian government wants to ban you from social media and YouTube.