Until last week, men over 50 were entitled to a free PSA prostate cancer check. But the government has now decided to withdraw that right. I cannot for the life of me work out what their reasoning might be.
@PatrickChristys@GBNEWS I hope you and your family are safe. You do a brilliant job exposing the illegal immigrants and their supporters. Keep up the good work. Best wishes
They are not asylum seekers.
They are not refugees.
They are *criminals* who are breaking into our country illegally simply because of the benefits.
Courtesy of the British taxpayer.
This has GOT to stop.
DECLASSIFIED: Unit Nili exists.
To the October 7 terrorists stupid enough to film themselves murdering, raping, kidnapping and burning down our communities:
You're on the list.
We know your names.
We know your faces.
We know your routines.
2,800 names have already been crossed off.
If yours is still there, we'll get to every one of you.
Have a great day.
Since Jason Arday, I’ve been thinking about getting into Cambridge, and what it meant.
The culmination of years of headbanging hard work. Being a “swot” at school because I handed in homework instead of being popular. Yes, in a comprehensive the choice was that stark.
Carrying Tesco’s bags full of books home from the library on the bus for weeks. Piling the books high to create a rampart around my single bed.
Telling myself, “If you read all those books you’ll be good enough to get in.”
Some of the books I read - all of Graham Greene - were not considered “literature”. Not of the first rank, dear. I didn’t know.
As much Shakespeare as I could pack in - the big 4 Tragedies, all of the comedies. All of Austen, Forster (even Maurice FFS), lots of Dickens, Anna Karenina (devastating, wonderful).
I stopped going to school because I needed to read more, much much more. To be good enough to get in.
The Head of Sixth Form summoned me and said, “If you carry on like this you’ll fail your A levels.”
Ha! She hadn’t got a clue. I was working so far beyond A levels. Besides, I had to finish all the books in the rampart. Time was running out.
So hard, the entrance papers. Translating Proust into English. How?
Then, a passage of George Eliot I recognised - thank you God! Then pretending that I’d read Oliver Twist when I’d only seen the film. I called it Oliver! in my essay. With an exclamation mark - how crass. But the dons didn’t know the musical, maybe. I don’t know.
The only lie I told to get into Cambridge. Oliver! “All we ever get is groo-ell!” A really small, forgivable lie, I think, because the work of becoming good enough was so immense, so lonely.
But the surge of pride when I made it. Good enough to get into that unattainable place.
And now, we know that same Cambridge let in someone with two GCSEs - PE and textiles. A man who lied and lied and lied.
They didn’t just let Jason Arday in, they made him a Professor, one of those scholars kids like me revered. We were in awe - imagine being taught by those great minds.
Christ, Cambridge. What a betrayal of all of us who strove so hard to be good enough to deserve you. Who put you on a pedestal, who really truly thought reading hundreds of books was the price of admission, a price you willingly paid.
So much for the brightest and the best. It’s so disgusting on every level, waving in someone utterly unworthy, barely literate for crying out loud. A man at the mercy of the English language, not its master and commander.
A know-nothing Professor, a vacuous, fashionable fraudster hired to give lectures to kids like me.
So Cambridge could look “diverse” and, in so doing, renounced its ancient power which made so many like me strive to be good enough.
According to this man, there “definitely is a demonisation of rape”.
He believes that rape “is a spectrum” with “different modes of consent”.
He also states that “anyone is capable of rape” which is obviously untrue as 50% of the population (women) do not have a penis - which is required in British law to perpetrate a rape.
Then again he is “non-binary” so presumably also believes that part of the time he is a woman who could rape someone with his penis.
How he was allowed to stand for election, given his lack of British citizenship is beyond me.
How anyone with such barbaric and misogynistic views can supposedly represent people in Scotland is abhorrent.
Today, many were shocked by yet another video of the drone “safari” Russians are carrying out against civilians in Kherson. A Russian drone deliberately hunted down a man selling vegetables and detonated right next to him. The Russians even admitted to the crime, showing zero regret and openly boasting about tormenting people. The man was wounded in the blast. Every single day, ordinary people in Kherson face these Russian "safaris."
The world must see this. It must see every piece of evidence that Russia has gone mad and that its soldiers take pleasure in killing and abusing civilians. Without pressure on Russia, the dismantling of its capacity for aggression, and real security guarantees, it is simply impossible to imagine the world being able to coexist with this evil. We must remain resolute in defending life. We must act and support life in ways that force Russia to seriously think about peace rather than expanding the range of its drones.
This is not just about Ukraine. Russia’s campaign against human life must be stopped here in Ukraine before it spreads further. Finland and Kazakhstan, the Baltic states and Poland, the countries of the South Caucasus, Romania, and Moldova—all should work together to ensure real security guarantees and bring Russia’s war to an end. Peace is needed, which requires cooperation among everyone in the world who truly values peace. Thank you to everyone standing with Ukraine!
In Buddhism we understand that every action comes with a consequence. Due to my decision to stand up for my Jewish friends I am losing a few people from my life. Today I parted company with Tony Pontius who has run my record label BGP for a number of years. I wanted to release 'We Will Dance Again' but he was unequivocal and said 'I want nothing to do with this song' and I responded 'ok, we are done'.
When someone is gutless it really does not hurt to say goodbye. My faith in humanity will not diminish and the truth will always win.
I will release it!
A man who spent thirty years reviewing sports cars has taught this country more about its own food than every minister, union and campaign of the last fifty years combined.
Here is what five series of Clarkson's Farm put in front of the public, and not one line of it is opinion.
- A thousand acres, worked flat out for a year, made a profit of £144. Under forty pence a day.
- By year six the same farm was losing money, weather and prices turning a projected £37,000 into a five grand loss.
- A crop can drown in the field after months of work and take everything with it, and nobody is coming to help.
- The farmer is the only man in the food chain who sells at a price he does not set. The supermarket sets it. He takes it or he takes nothing.
- The council can shut his restaurant, refuse his car park and stop him selling his own food off his own land.
- The subsidy he was told to lean on can be closed overnight, the big estates first through the door, the small farms locked out.
- One outbreak of bovine TB can lock a farm down for months, banned from buying or selling a single cow, through no fault of its own.
- Rear pigs with real care and the butcher's maths can still make them a loss, so the animals go and the loss stays.
- The margins are so thin that a rich man buys farmland not to earn from it but to shelter money that earns elsewhere. The shelter exists precisely because the farming does not.
Now hold that against the story you were sold. Greedy farmers. Subsidised for doing nothing. Wrecking a countryside they are somehow also the custodians of.
There is no profit. That was the reveal. A show that set out to be funny accidentally filmed the slow strangling of the people who feed us, and the country watched it happen and finally understood what its cheap food actually costs.
Clarkson has now admitted the plainest part out loud: it is the television money keeping Diddly Squat alive, and most farms do not have a television show. Britain grows about sixty per cent of its own food and the average farmer is past sixty. That is why both numbers are heading the wrong way.
It took a Lamborghini tractor and a man doing it for a laugh. Fifty years of earnest campaigning could not manage it.
Nothing exposes russian hypocrisy more than asking Ukrainians why they hate russians.
This russian woman wonders where all that hatred comes from.
"Why do Ukrainians hate us?" she asks.
She insists that ordinary russians have done nothing to Ukrainians.
Have you ever heard of missiles, occupation, torture, deportations, and mass graves?
If not, then go fuck yourself.
@jeremycorbyn You are a liar, traitor, supporter of terrorism by Hamas and racist. No genocide is taking place. I couldn't give a damn about Palestine or Gaza. Israel is doing the right thing.