If government actually wanted to keep children safe then wouldn’t they have already passed laws to:
1. Ban grown ass men dressed up as women and pretending to be women from “storeytime” with children
2. Ban harmful drugs that can affect children for the rest of their lives
3. Ban schools and clubs from grooming children
4. Ban the existence of “safe” injection sites anywhere near schools or playgrounds
This has absolutely NOTHING to do with “safety” and is all about control and introducing digital ID.
WAKE THE HELL UP!
I had to read this three times before I could believe it was real.
Rotherham. A small town in northern England.
For sixteen years, at least 1,400 children — some as young as eleven — were raped, gang-raped, and trafficked between cities by organized groups of men.
Eleven years old.
Petrol was poured on them so they would stay quiet.
Their families were threatened with death.
Photos were taken and used as blackmail.
The police knew.
The council knew.
The social workers knew.
For sixteen years, not one of them moved.
Why?
Because officers were afraid of being called racist if they acted on what they were seeing.
That was the whole reason.
While children were being sold, adults were protecting their own reputations.
That is the moment something in you breaks.
And here is the part that makes it worse.
The TV networks did not report it. The papers did not chase it.
When the journalist Andrew Norfolk finally broke the story, even he thought maybe 150 girls had been hurt.
The real number was 1,400.
He was staggered.
This should have been the biggest story of the decade. It was not.
The networks looked away. The advertisers preferred safer topics.
The cover-up did not end when the report was published — it continued in the silence of every newsroom that refused to chase it.
Then Elon Musk bought X.
The advertisers fled.
The press declared the platform finished.
X almost did not survive.
But it did.
And on X, the names of those towns started trending.
Rotherham.
Telford.
Rochdale.
Oldham.
Towns the country had been told to forget.
Britain understands itself differently today.
Not because the politicians confessed.
Not because the broadcasters apologized.
Because one platform refused to let it stay buried.
X almost did not survive.
1,400 children almost stayed forgotten.
That is worth saying out loud.
@moneillsf As a politician supporting mass immigration of fighting age men against the will of the civilians you are either a willing part of the replacement agenda, or you are being threatened or paid handsomely. Care to let everyone know?
He’s the President of the United States — not your ex, not your personal villain, and not the cause of your misery. You don’t have to support him. That’s America.
But if someone is simply backing the sitting President and it makes you rage, cut people off, attack families, or act like garbage — you are the problem.
You’ve turned politics into a personality disorder: nonstop outrage and toddler meltdowns online. Grow up. He won. The sky didn’t fall. Pay your bills, care for your family, touch grass, and move on.
Dunkin Donuts could DESTROY Tim Hortons with the simplest slogan:
Real Food. Real Canadians.
EVERYONE would know exactly what that means.
FUCK @TimHortons
Welcome @dunkindonuts !
@WpgLoganberries@kevin_inalberta English Canadians were pissed for a reason, all the ass kissing the Feds did to protect the Laurentians & their voter base. Alberta has been taking up the ass for decades & the Fed response is no more lube for you.
Phil Kessel left and won a Cup.
Tyler Bozak left and won a Cup.
Luke Schenn left and won a Cup.
Curtis McElhinney left and won a Cup.
Nazem Kadri left and won a Cup.
Mitch Marner left and is about to get his shit pushed in by the Colorado Avalanche.
#LeafsForever
🇨🇦Peace and Prosperity🇨🇦
I grew up in a rural area and went to school where kids were bussed in. Some were white farm kids, some were native kids from the reservation.
They were my friends. Some were my enemies. I played with them. I went to the reserve and rode horses with them. My father was in business with a native family.
My most beloved aunt is a full Cree Indian.
They've always been in my life.
I've seen the worst of them and I've seen the best of them. I've always been on their side. There are writings of mine all over social media in support of them. Their culture even inspired a large portion of my artwork.
But my support for them is dwindling. Their supposed self-governance looks more like a grievance industry.
It's become an extortion racket.
I'm tired of the acting. I'm tired of the chiefs. I'm tired of them showing up to events in feathered bonnets and demanding respect because of it.
I'm tired of eagle feathers representing wisdom.
I'm tired of them referring to their truth-tellers while they support lies.
I'm tired of them standing in the way of prosperity. I'm tired of them being the protectors of nature as long as somebody slips a couple bucks into their bank account.
I'm tired of their connections to non-Canadian outside forces. I'm tired of their constant demands. I'm tired of having to refer to such an insignificant number of the population to get anything built or done.
They demand so much and they could have so much if they would just wean themselves off the government teat who uses them politically.
They could create a meaningful path forward for themselves.
They could have it all. They could be wealthy and save their own culture simultaneously if they chose to.
Their wealth could equal health. They could heal themselves. They could create an education system built around them. Because the fact is, most Native kids just don't fit in in white schools. They don't want to learn our culture.
They could keep their arts and crafts, culture, and language alive in their own education system. They could make an industry of it.
They always seem to cling to that which holds them back, whether inadvertently or on purpose. They're constantly being used and their people deserve more.
There is wisdom within their society, but they seem to seldomly refer to it.
They don't just stand in their own way. They stand in everybody's way, and it saddens me because we could all have so much.
If Alberta separates, a new, mutually beneficial deal with the natives would be high on my list of priorities.
I realise there are some reservation success stories... There's just not enough of them.
I'm not talking about breaking treaties. I'm just saying we could all win, because really, what have they got to lose?
#AlbertaIndependence 🤠
This is what local accountability looks like:
In Festus, Missouri, a town of about 14,000 people, the city council quietly approved a $6 billion Ai data center to be built on 360 acres just north of Highway 67.
Residents say they were never properly heard. Meetings were held in private. Documents were released too late. A week after the approval, the town held a regular election. Voter turnout jumped 129 percent.
Every single council member who had voted yes lost in a landslide. A 70-year-old first-time candidate beat an 8-year incumbent by 40 percentage points.
Now a recall petition is circulating to remove the mayor as well. The lawsuit against the city is already filed.
Has your local government ever been held accountable like this? 🔥
What radicalized you?
For me, it happened back in my freshman year of high school in the early 2000s. The head coach of our hockey team believed in getting the team home to our own beds after road games no matter what instead of staying in hotels. Hotels were a distraction. With no hotel costs, he wanted to use the money to upgrade our road meals. Nothing fancy, just basic meat and potatoes type places like Cracker Barrel or Perkins instead of cold Little Caesars on a dark January bus ride home across rural North Dakota. The athletic director and superintendent shut the idea down and basically just absorbed the savings from his no hotel policy into the athletics budget.
So after that our coach, the other assistants, the parents, and us players started fundraising in the off‑season in hopes to get better meals on the road. The first year went great. We raised a ton and were easily able to have nicer sit down meals on every single trip. We all sat together at big tables, had actual food choices, ate healthier and built even more camaraderie. It was fantastic all around.
But then other sports teams and parents caught wind. It was seen as unfair. The AD, principal, and superintendent demanded we stop, in order to keep things “equal” across all sports at our public school. They even tried to force our coach to hand over the privately raised money so it could be redistributed. Thankfully, our coach was an old‑school Canadian ex‑pro hockey player who didn’t take shit from anyone, and told them to F off, and we continued with our meatloaf road meals as planned. The principal and AD eventually backed off, but the superintendent had a vendetta against our team and probably mostly just our coach so he never stopped. He even went as low as instructing bus drivers not to take us to the restaurants we’d planned for on the road. Our coach always overrode it, once even driving the bus himself since he had the license from coaching cross‑country.
Over the next few years we continued the fundraising for better meals. Some of the other teams, and other parents continued to badger the supt., our coach and even sometime us players about it instead of just joining us in fundraising.
Watching peers and especially some of our own “leaders” work so hard to sabotage a positive thing for us was eye opening and really stuck with us. It gave us an early look at how petty and nefarious and systems and people can be, even at the local level.
And honestly, in the end, all it did was radicalize about 30 teenage hockey players for the rest of their lives who walked away believing “equality” was the dirtiest word in the English language. 😂