🚨 LMFAO 😂 A reporter just rolled up to Billie Eilish’s LA mansion, the one SHE says is built on “stolen land” and it’s pure gold!
Massive gates, security cameras, tall fences, thick hedges, all keeping people OUT.
Reporter: “I thought Billie didn’t believe in borders… but according to the driveway, Billie DOES believe in borders!”
“Let us in, Billie! This is stolen land, we think we should be given access to your quite lovely mansion.”
Lights are on, someone’s home, but the “open borders” queen has Fort Knox-level security.
Hypocrisy level: MAXIMUM!
@RobertJenrick The time for ‘the truth’ mate was when you were importing third world savages by the thousands and thousands. How many migrant hotels opened on your watch?
Since Starmer has been in power he’s managed to piss everyone off. The farmers, Trump, the elderly, ex army soldiers who served in Ireland, former SAS members, the British public. He’s given away British territory, he’s fucked off the leave voters and pretty much just decide to rejoin the EU, pub owners, business owners, he’s given billions to Ukraine, he can’t control our borders, he can’t protect women and children, he’s desperate to avoid a grooming gang enquiry, he’s cancelling local elections, he’s desperate to go to war with his coalition of the benders.
What have I missed?
I’m watching parliament live it’s looking increasingly like they’re going to ban X in the U.K so just in case they do I’d like still say my opinion is @Keir_Starmer is a cunt.
Fuck Labour
Nothing says “global solidarity” like two commies bonding over wanting to shut down freedom of speech.
Besties who ban X together… stay together. 👯♀️👇🏽
🚨 Here is the full 42 minutes of my crew and I exposing Minnesota fraud, this might be my most important work yet. We uncovered over $110,000,000 in ONE day. Like it and share it around like wildfire! Its time to hold these corrupt politicians and fraudsters accountable
We ALL work way too hard and pay too much in taxes for this to be happening, the fraud must be stopped.
I own a small bakery. We aren’t famous, but we pay the bills. Last Tuesday, a woman came in. She was gripping her purse so tight her knuckles were white. She looked at the display case for a long time—too long. She pointed to the smallest plain vanilla cupcake we had. 'Just that one, please,' she whispered. 'Could you… could you put a tiny candle on it? It’s my daughter’s 6th birthday.' I looked at her shoes. They were wet. It was raining outside, and she had walked here. I looked at her eyes. Red-rimmed. I knew that look. It’s the look of a parent who has to choose between rent and a party. 'I’m sorry,' I said, putting on my best acting face. 'I actually have a huge problem. See this 8-inch chocolate cake with the unicorn frosting?' She looked at the expensive cake on the counter. 'My new decorator messed it up,' I lied. 'The icing is… uh… uneven. I can’t sell it. I was about to throw it in the trash. Would you do me a favor and take it off my hands? No charge. It saves me the guilt of wasting food.' She stared at me. She knew. The icing was perfect. She started to cry, right there in front of the croissant tray. 'Are you sure?' she asked. 'Please,' I insisted. 'You’re doing me a favor.' She walked out with a cake that would have cost $65, holding it like it was gold. Yesterday, I found a card slid under my door. It was a drawing from a 6-year-old girl. A unicorn with a big smile. And in wobbly crayon letters: 'Thank you for making my mommy happy.' Best profit I’ve made all year.