I love how they found a way to use a blood test for men’s prostate cancer, but I still have to get my titties slammed in a press and my cervix scraped with a brush...
"My first husband stripped me naked and threw me and my daughters out of the house. Neighbours wrapped me in a quilt and my parents took us away. As I hold this gold medal in Glasgow, my message to every woman in India is to fight back against abuse."
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Intensive care doc here. Don't make us keep them alive because you feel guilty about something. Realise they're going and let us make it as good as it can be. Please.
@fesshole Worked in London before SatNav. Boss never used an A-Z until she was in the vacinity. She looked to see the direction then had a compass on her dashboard and followed that.
In 1837, the Shah of Persia gave Queen Victoria a small herd of Kashmir goats as a coronation gift.
She kept them at Windsor for a while, then, for reasons lost to history, sent some of them to live on the Great Orme, a limestone headland sticking out of the North Wales coast like a thumb pointing at Ireland.
That was 189 years ago.
The goats are still there.
Nobody fed them. Nobody bred them. Nobody asked them to stay. They simply did, because the Great Orme is windswept, salt-blasted, vertical in places, and entirely covered in the kind of scrub that goats consider an invitation rather than an obstacle.
There are now around two hundred of them. Pure white, slightly mad-looking, technically still the property of the Crown, which has shown no particular interest in collecting.
During the 2020 lockdown, when the streets of Llandudno emptied, the goats came down off the headland and took the town. They wandered the high street. They ate the hedges of the Premier Inn. They blocked traffic on Mostyn Street and looked at drivers with the calm assurance of animals whose ancestors used to graze with the legions of Cyrus the Great.
A photograph of one of them standing outside a closed pharmacy went around the world.
The goats did not pose for it.
The goats were checking whether the pharmacy had hedges.
It did not.
The goats moved on.
The Royal Welsh Fusiliers' regimental mascot is still drawn from this herd. The Crown Prince of Britain is, technically, the goats' landlord. The goats have not been informed.
The goats are on the Great Orme.
They will outlast the Premier Inn.
They will outlast most of us.
They are not asking for anything.
They never were.
So @parkrunUK got rid of course records (supposedly) to show they weren’t competitive, then brought them back in quietly on the Parkrun app. Over 200 1st places in the women’s category have gone to men. And over 20 women’s records are held by men! Either remove all elements of competition or protect the female category.
Scope cancelled a whole choir who simply sing up beats songs at events for fun, booked for tomorrow’s marathon. Because one female member was targeted by an ‘anonymous’ trans activists for believing in biology. This is a charity that supports disabled people. Many will be women who want same sex intimate care! Cancel culture in action. Stop bowing to these women hating bullies.
@TheCinesthetic My Dad said when he saw it as a child in Glasgow, the packed cinema went crazy and they had to keep restarting it! The kids were squealing and jumping around - couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Let's check in on Gerald, who is diverting food from starving children.
6:00am - Gerald ate grass. The grass grew on a 40-acre clay slope that has been permanent pasture since 1763 and cannot grow human food. The starving children situation was not affected by the grass.
7:30am - Gerald ate some hedge browsings. Hawthorn and field maple trimmings from the east boundary. Not on any nutrition label. Cannot be processed into human food. Gerald ate them. The hedge now needs less management. Gerald charged nothing.
10:00am - Gerald ate some brewers' grain. This is what is left after barley has been used to make beer. It is spent. The sugars are gone. The protein remains, but in a form that is nutritionally marginal for humans. The options for this material are: Gerald, biogas, or landfill. Gerald ate it and is turning it into beef.
12:00pm - Gerald ate silage. Silage is fermented grass. The grass came from the same field it always comes from. The field cannot grow crops. The silage cannot go to Ethiopia. Silage requires a rumen.
2:00pm - Gerald ate more grass. Gerald has now been eating things that cannot feed humans for eight consecutive hours.
At no point today did Gerald intercept a food supply.
At no point today did Gerald remove calories from the human food system.
At every point today, Gerald was converting materials that are nutritionally useless to humans into beef, B12, zinc, iron, creatine, heme iron, and fat-soluble vitamins.
The beef will go to the abattoir.
The beef will go to the supermarket.
The beef will go to families in Ledbury and Bristol and Wolverhampton.
Gerald is the only system that connects these waste materials to human nutrition.
Gerald does not know about Ethiopia.
Gerald does not know about the global food system.
Gerald is in the south corner.
Gerald is converting the unconvertible.
You're welcome.
People often ask me why I speak publicly about grooming gangs and child sexual exploitation, and why I hold MPs to account regardless of party.
This is why.
In 1998, my teenage sister was abducted and subjected to hours of rapes and sodomy, he left her for dead. What was done to her changed the course of her life. She lives with severe mental illness and addiction, which are recognised consequences of prolonged childhood sexual trauma. She has received no meaningful, consistent support since the offence occurred.
Because of that trauma, her children were removed from her care. I know this intimately, because I fostered two of them. They are my niece and nephews. Our family has lived with the impact of this crime for more than 27 years.
The man responsible was convicted of multiple offences involving underage girls. At the time of sentencing, in open court, he shouted that he would come back and sexually assault every woman and child in our family. That threat was made while judgment was being passed.
He was given a lengthy prison sentence.
Since then, I have been repeatedly drawn back into the justice system through parole reviews. During the pandemic, Humberside Police’s serious crime unit contacted me to inform me he was again being considered for release.
I provided a victim impact statement on my sister’s behalf, because she is not well enough to do so herself.
What is less often understood is that the harm did not end with my sister.
Because of the threats made in court, and further conduct over time, I required legal protection. A non-molestation order and an exclusion zone were put in place to protect me, my children, and other women in our family.
I am now also formally recognised as a victim of his actions.
After serving over two decades in custody, he was released and then recalled to prison within months for breaching his licence conditions. He is currently back in custody. I am never told the full details. I am simply summoned again, year after year, to repeat the same process.
This is not a political position I have adopted.
This is not something I have joined late.
This is my family’s lived reality.
This is why I speak.
This is why I refuse silence.
This is why safeguarding and accountability matter to me.
When I talk about child sexual exploitation, I am not speculating. I am describing a life my family has lived for more than two decades.
My position is clear.
Life should mean life, I will continue to fight for life without parole for child rapists.
This woman is so brave.
Keira was put on puberty blockers at 16, then given testosterone, then had her healthy breasts removed.
She regrets it all. She was just a tomboy.
She needed support, not medicalisation.
Thank you @KBtheYoungOG for sharing your story.
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