Alez

Sailing the worlds oceans avoiding the ice bergs of nationalist indoctrination. Confirmed Yoon. Apparently far right.

[UN Watch @UNWatch]

🇺🇳 António Guterres: “The scale of killing in Gaza is unlike anything I've witnessed in my years as Secretary-General.”

FACT-CHECK: ❌
Under Guterres's watch since 2017:
🇸🇾 Syria: 120,000+ killed
🇸🇩 Sudan: 150,000+ killed
🇪🇹 Ethiopia: 162,000+ killed
🇾🇪 Yemen: 200,000+ killed

[Cllr George Madgwick @georgedmadgwick]

EXCLUSIVE footage. Unbelievable scene. Coaches that were planned for migrants to get on in Gosport being escorted from Hampshire by a larger motorcade than what the prime minister or king would get.

This has to be seen to be believed. The money spent 🤯

This countries broken

[ExWren @VoWalesWren]

I’m not passing on a post. This is me. I’m furious. 😡
I worked. They took NI off my wages before I ever saw it. My employer paid in too. For years. That was not a favour. That was money ripped out of work I actually did, on the promise it would be there when I was old.
People paid the same and dropped dead before they collected a penny. That money didn’t vanish. The government spent it. Then they have the cheek to look at the rest of us like we’re scroungers for wanting it back.
They never put their own money in. Not a pound. They took ours, blew it, and when it was our turn they changed the word. “Entitlement.” As if I crawled in begging.
Then they moved the line. Retirement age up. Then up again. Work till you drop. Wait till you’re worn out. Hope you live long enough to see what you already paid for. That’s the con, empty the pot, shove the age back, and let more of us die waiting.
And some of the young ones sneer. Talk as if we stole their lives. As if we sat on our backsides. We paid in when the deal was 60 or 65. We didn’t invent this mess. We grafted and now we’re the villains while they raise the age and spend the money elsewhere! 😤
It was never locked away with my name on it. I know that. They used it like a slush fund and expected us to swallow it.
Look at them. Fat packages. Weeks off. Sick pay. Sorted. Then look at pensioners on a fixed state pension, counting every coin, filling in bloody forms, being told there’s nothing left.
Veterans. People who built this country. Our own. Treated like an inconvenience.
Meanwhile the spongers sit on it fit to work, won’t work, know every loophole, take and take while the rest of us paid in. And still they find money. Hotels. Benefits. Lawyers. Welcome packs for boat after boat coming over. People who never paid a day’s NI here. Never put a pound into the pot I funded for decades.
Don’t tell me we can’t afford our own. Don’t tell me the cupboard is bare for the ones who worked, then fling it open for spongers and arrivals who contributed nothing. Don’t push the retirement age up on people who already paid, then let kids be told we’re the ones draining the country.
Billions abroad. Billions here on people who put nothing in. And the ones who paid get lectured, delayed, and spat on.
Now they want to tax it as well. Take it off you on the way in, spend it, make you wait longer, call it an entitlement then tax what’s left when you finally get it. Steal it twice. Three times if you count the years they added to the retirement age.
Don’t call my pension charity. Don’t call it welfare. Don’t preach at me about kindness while you rob the people who funded the lot.
I paid it. In work. In tax. In years I don’t get back.
They spent what was meant for later on spongers, on foreign aid, on boatloads who never paid in, then shoved retirement further away, told the young to blame us, and now they’re coming back for another cut.
It is my money! I earned it! 🤬
vowaleswren

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Britain needs a new generation of farmers, and if anyone wrote the job advert honestly, nobody would apply.

Vacancy: farmer, Great Britain

Hours: all of them. Christmas morning is when the cow picks.

Place of work: outdoors, in whatever it is doing.

Pay: set by your buyer, after you have delivered.

Pay in a bad year: you pay them.

Holiday: see Hours.

Lunch: in the cab, moving.

Sick leave: the animals will let you know when.

Line manager: the Secretary of State for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs, currently the tenth in ten years. Do not learn the name.

Probation period: your whole life, overseen by a parent who has not retired and will not.

Training: provided by that parent over about 30 years, unpaid, mostly by shouting across a yard.

Equipment: supplied by you, on finance. The finance outlives the equipment.

Company vehicle: a pickup with a dog-hair interior and a mind of its own.

Premises: worth millions on paper. Do not sell anything from them without planning permission.

Colleagues: one dog, the only one who fully understands the brief.

Performance review: conducted by people who have never done the job, on television and at dinner parties you were not invited to.

Pension: the land. Please note the land is also your successor's job, your bank's security and, above £2.5m, partly the Treasury's.

Succession: available, provided you outlive the paperwork by seven years.

Climate duties: you will be blamed for the weather and billed for it.

Equal opportunities: women welcome, having done half of this job for a thousand years without anyone writing it down.

Essential skills: welding, veterinary work, accountancy, weather forecasting, mechanics, and saying "not bad" when asked how things are.

Desirable: a television contract.

To apply: be born into it.

[Martin Daubney 🇬🇧 @MartinDaubney]

WHOSE SIDE ARE THEY ON?
One day, two headlines that sum up modern Britain

1. Foreigners get record £12billion in Universal Credit handouts

2. Burnham eyes £14billion Capital Gains Tax raid to pay for it

If you're a success, you're screwed. Jobless foreigner? Britain's got your back

Much more of this, we might as well turn off the lights & shut up shop

[No Farmers, No Food @NoFarmsNoFoods]

Buy British. 🇬🇧🍏

[Alez @PirateAlez]

@BoycottsBat These people have brain washed themselves so completely that they are unreachable with reality.

[Dale Flower @BoycottsBat]

Or invent one where it doesn’t exist.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Until about 1970 every kitchen in Britain and America made its own cooking fat, and the skill was so ordinary that nobody noticed it being taken off them.

In Britain the butcher swept the white trimmings off the block and wrapped them in with your joint for nothing. They went into a heavy pan on the lowest gas, and an hour later the whole street knew. The crackling scraps were salted and handed to whichever child was nearest. The fat went through a sieve into a basin, set white by morning, and ran the week: fried bread, chips, roast potatoes, pastry.

In America it was a can by the stove with a strainer in the lid. Every morning the bacon grease went in, and tomorrow's eggs came out of it. On the farm, hog killing filled the cellar with lard until the next November.

In 1942 Washington asked housewives to carry their kitchen grease to the butcher to be made into explosives, and paid them by the pound. No government could run that campaign now. There is nothing in the kitchen to collect.

What those women were making is what you are made of.

Your brain is about 60% fat. The wall of every cell is built from it. Your hormones are built from cholesterol. Vitamins A, D, E and K dissolve in fat and in nothing else. A mother's milk gets half its energy from fat, and nature is not in the habit of poisoning infants.

You carry an organ, the gallbladder, with no job except handling fat. Nobody has one for bran.

And when your body makes fat from scratch, it makes the same two kinds that fill a dripping basin. It has never once made a drop of soybean oil.

Two things ended it. Washington in 1977 and London in 1984 told the public to cut the fat. Then supermarkets began selling meat ready trimmed, so the raw material was removed at a plant before it reached a kitchen. You cannot render what you are not sold.

That fat now goes to a rendering plant, and a good part of it becomes diesel. Rapeseed oil, which spent a century as engine lubricant, is in the frying pan.

We put the dripping in the truck and the engine oil in the children.

Getting it back takes one afternoon.

- Ask a butcher for beef or pork fat trimmings
- Cut small, heavy pan, splash of water, lowest heat
- 2 hours. It should murmur and never smoke
- Strain it hot into a jar
- Salt the scraps and eat them standing up

Fry an egg in it tomorrow and try to remember why anybody stopped.

[Colin Smith @NoteTaker_X]

Claiming that millionaire pop stars are being controlled by shadowy "Zionist industry execs" is just the oldest antisemitic trope in history wrapped in a new flag. That this is coming from a prominent independence campaigner is entirely unsurprising. That it is coming from the Rector of the University of Aberdeen is a complete disgrace. Is @aberdeenuni comfortable with their Rector casually peddling Jewish-control conspiracy theories on a public platform?

[Alez @PirateAlez]

@NoteTaker_X She's as vile as she is vacuous.

[Putey Pute ⛄️ @putey_pute]

Just the Rector of one of the world’s oldest universities spouting antisemitic tropes. No big deal. They clearly don’t care.

@aberdeenuni

[Alez @PirateAlez]

@putey_pute @aberdeenuni Antisemitism is a virus rampaging through our society now. Disgusting.

[Alez @PirateAlez]

Why ? They are simply selling a legitimate product that someone else would if they didn't. Blame the UK government for not removing the ridiculous pull factor incentives and their partner charities that are driving this invasion.

[Martin Daubney 🇬🇧 @MartinDaubney]

Time for Brits to boycott Decathlon?

[Alez @PirateAlez]

@MartinDaubney Why ? They are simply selling a legitimate product that someone else would if they didn't. Blame the UK government for not removing the ridiculous pull factor incentives and their partner charities that are driving this invasion.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Britain stopped eating mutton because of nylon.

For 800 years wool was the money. It paid for the cathedrals and ransomed Richard the Lionheart. The Lord Speaker still sits on a sack of it.

So a sheep was kept for its fleece, year after year, four and five and six of them. Mutton was simply what happened at the end. By then she was a big, fat, fully grown animal, and she fed the nation.

Every chop house in London ran on it. Mrs Beeton gives it more recipes than beef. When Dickens wants a character to have a decent dinner, he gives him a mutton chop.

Then, in the 1950s, came nylon, polyester and acrylic. The wool price fell off a cliff and never climbed back. A fleece now fetches less than it costs to shear it off. Farmers have been burning them.

Once the wool was worthless, there was no reason to keep a sheep alive for five years. The only thing left to sell was meat, and the fastest meat is a lamb at five months.

Nobody decided to abolish the national dish. It disappeared in one generation as a side effect of the plastic jumper.

The plastic from that jumper is now in your bloodstream. The mutton is nowhere to be found. It was not a good trade.

[Alez @PirateAlez]

@AgentP22 Why ? They are simply selling a legitimate product that someone else would if they didn't. Blame the UK government for not removing the ridiculous pull factor incentives and their partner charities that are driving this invasion.

[ClarksonsFarm @ClarksonsFarm1]

To Britain’s farmers -

You got through one of the hardest summers in a generation. Five heatwaves. A flash drought. England’s driest July on record. Grass that stopped growing. Harvests weeks early. Fields that baked, cracked, and still had to be worked.

That is not a season you simply endure. It is long days, winter forage opened in August, water rationed, and crops taken when they were ready - yield or no yield. Arable, livestock, horticulture, dairy: none of you escaped it.

Congratulations is the right word, even beside the exhaustion. You kept animals watered and fed. You got the harvest in. You kept food moving when the weather was doing everything it could to stop you.
September rain has given the land a first drink.

The outlook now leans towards a wetter, more unsettled autumn. That is what is needed: rain that soaks in, soil that will take a drill, grass that grows again.

Thank you, well done. And here’s to hoping autumn is kinder!​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​🍻

[Alez @PirateAlez]

@BroonMista That's being kind to her.

[Defence With A 'C' @defencewithac]

We have long been searching for a term to adequately describe a certain type of person, spanning from George Osbourne to Ed Miliband to Rory Stewart to Zak Polanski. May I submit for your approval, that henceforth we call these people "Rachel from Piddington", or just 'Rachels'.