My dad (a retired Law Professor) got a message today from a Law Professor abroad
Praising my latest on David Starkey 😁🤭
Might be worth watchin 😇
https://t.co/za69wtJZR4
“I work the front desk at a small doctor’s office, and I wish people could see what happens on the other side of the phone.
Every day, older patients call us confused.
They are told to use the patient portal, upload documents, check lab results online, fill out forms before the visit, and confirm everything through a link.
Some of them do not know what a portal is.
Some do not have a smartphone.
Some have one, but they are afraid to click the wrong thing.
Last week, a man in his late 80s called about his test results.
He said, “Ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you, but the computer says I have a message and I don’t know how to open it.”
He sounded ashamed.
That broke my heart.
He should not have to feel ashamed for needing a human being.
Technology can be helpful. I understand that.
But when people who built this country are made to feel helpless because everything became a login and a password, we have gone too far.
Not everything needs to be an app.
Not every answer should be hidden behind a screen.
Sometimes people need a voice.
A patient person.
A real human who says, “Don’t worry, I can help you.”
Progress should not leave seniors behind.
Because one day, the world will move faster than us too.
And I hope someone is kind enough to slow down.
~Unknown
Let’s get this straight @andyburnham
You were a mayor yet you have your own page on @wef 😏
You’ve been flown in without consultation
You’re a FABIAN
You refuse give interviews
There is NO public or parliamentary scrutiny
No process no challenge
SOMETHING IS V WRONG
Dearest Elon, for your next challenge could you possibly design a Time Machine? I’d love to take my family and friends back to the 80’s or 90’s before the world went bonkers. Many thanks x @elonmusk
There are economies in the world which basically work: high income, sky-high social capital, world-class education, efficient services, low crime, high happiness, clean streets, functional everything. At least two of them, Hong Kong and Singapore, were British creations, back when we still had sane and competent politicians and bureaucrats instead of a captured civil service that ditched numeracy in the Treasury for diversity quotas.
That was the promise of Brexit: ditch the straitjacket, cut taxes, restore sovereignty, and become the Singapore of the Atlantic. Low tax, high trust, open but orderly, ambitious on the world stage. The so-called smart people sneered it was impossible, stupid, even dangerous. Instead they offered us Manchesterism.
WTF?
As if any sentient person on Earth wakes up thinking, “Yes, Manchester, that’s the glittering future I want for my children.” No one believes this. Not even the most committed Labourites in private. It’s garbage politics: the globalist endgame dressed up as progress, wheeling yet another mid-range, mid-competent, thoroughly biddable satrap onto the stage. It is genuinely humiliating. Brezhnev, for all his senility and stagnation, had more tangible accomplishments than Burnham.
Look at the record. Finances? Not healthy by any serious high-income standard. A £1 billion-plus budget now, yes, after central tweaks, but saddled with £1.6 billion in debt (up sharply), persistent gaps, heavy social care pressures, and reliance on reserves or central props.
Health? Life expectancy and healthy years lag the national average with grotesque deprivation gaps, higher preventable mortality, obesity, and services stretched to breaking.
Crime? Elevated violent and knife rates in known hotspots — Moss Side, Longsight, parts of Salford — creating patchwork safety: fine in the centre by day, avoid certain estates at night.
Youth? Rising NEETs and gang pipelines where opportunity died.
Native housing? Priced-out locals renting into middle age while home ownership slips away.
Happiness and life satisfaction? Dragged down by the lot of it, lower in the North West than in more cohesive places.
We invented better models once. Brexit was the chance to revive that competence and ambition. Instead, the “smart” people gave us Manchesterism: mid-tier outcomes, strained services, visible decay, and lectures on net zero while the basics creak.
It humiliates a nation that once exported order and prosperity. We could have been serious again. We still can if we reject this midwit self-fart sniffing managerialism and remember what we once built.
There is now a serious, well-funded plan to vaccinate every cow on earth, twice a year, so it burps less politely. Bill Gates is behind it. So is the New Zealand government. Somewhere a marketing department is very proud.
The company furthest along calls its methane vaccine the holy grail of livestock emissions, a phrase that should make you reach for your wallet and check it is still there.
The pitch is gloriously simple. Train the cow's own immune system to turn on the microbes in her gut, so she belches less methane, with a single jab lasting months. Early results suggest a cut of ten to fifteen per cent. Trials run through 2027, launch around 2030, by which point the dream is a needle in the neck of every cow they can corner.
Pause on that. Not a feed tweak. A plan to medicate an entire species, forever, across the whole planet, to fix a problem with how we count its burps.
Because methane from a steady herd cycles out of the air within about a decade. It does not pile up like fossil carbon. A stable national herd adds no new warming whatsoever, whatever the headlines shriek. The cow was convicted by an accounting method, and the sentence is a lifetime of injections.
And follow the money, because it does the confessing for you. The cash floods in from billionaire climate funds and the food giants chasing their own supply-chain targets, the very people who need the cow to look guilty so their spreadsheets come out green. Not a penny from the farmer, who just inherits the syringe and the bill.
So the grass-fed cow, quietly turning rain and sunshine into food on land that grows nothing else, is now a wellness patient with a biannual appointment. Marvellous. The cow was never the emergency. The people insisting she is just happen to have a vaccine to sell.
FYI My Friends ❤️
I have attended CPR classes over the years, but was never told this particular scenario. I was told that when your body starts sweating profusely for no apparent reason followed by what feels like a spasm at the end of your esophagus, that is your body’s warning sign.
When you are alone and have a heart attack, what are you gonna do? A really good post that can't be shared often enough:
1. Take a 2 minute break and read this:
Let's say it's 5:25 pm and you're driving home after an unusually hard day's work.
2. You are really tired and frustrated.
All of a sudden you experience chest pains. They are starting to radiate in the arm and jaw. It feels like being stabbed in the chest and heart. You're only a few miles away from the nearest hospital or home.
3. Unfortunately you don't know if you can make it..
4. Maybe you've taken CPR training, but the person running the course hasn't told you how to help yourself.
5. How do you survive a heart attack when you're alone when it happens? A person who is feeling weak and whose heart is beating hard has only about 10 seconds before losing consciousness.
6. But you can help yourself by coughing repeatedly and very strongly! Deep breaths before every cough. Coughing should be repeated every second until you arrive at the hospital or until your heart starts to beat normally.
7. Deep breathing gives oxygen to your lungs and coughing movements boost the heart and blood circulation. Heart pressure also helps to restore a normal heartbeat. That’s how cardiac arrest victims can make it to the hospital for the right treatment.
8. Cardiologists say if someone gets this message and passes it on to 10 people, we can expect to save at least one life.
9. FOR WOMEN: You should know that women have additional and different symptoms. Rarely have crushing chest pain or pain in the arms. Often have indigestion and tightness across the back at the bra line plus sudden fatigue.
❤️Sharing this could help SAVE a life 🙏
I'm a cardiologist. A woman loses her husband. Two days later she's on my cath lab table — chest pain, EKG changes, enzymes elevated. Everything says heart attack.
I thread the catheter. Her arteries are pristine.
Her heart didn't clog. It shattered. From grief.
Takotsubo — broken heart syndrome. Stress hormones stun the ventricle so severely it balloons and stops pumping. 90% of cases are women. Your heart can literally break. Not a metaphor. Physiology.
But this is just one blind spot in a system built for men's hearts.
Women get microvascular disease — plaque in vessels too small for angiograms to see. Heart attacks with "clean" arteries.
Women get SCAD — leading cause of heart attack under 50. Most doctors have never diagnosed one.
Women present with fatigue, jaw pain, nausea, back pain. Medicine called these "atypical" for decades. They're not atypical. They're female-typical.
Half of humanity is not a variant.
Heart disease kills more women than every cancer combined. Fewer than half know.
Three things every woman needs to hear:
Say these exact words to your doctor: "I am concerned this could be my heart." That sentence changes everything. Don't soften it.
If tests are "normal" but symptoms persist — demand CT angiography or cardiac MRI.
If you had preeclampsia — your cardiac surveillance starts now. Not at 65.
Your heart can break from grief, from stress, from a system that wasn't built to see you.
It can also heal. If someone finally looks.
Share this with every woman you love.
So...
We're not allowed to buy air conditioners for our houses to cool them in hot summer weather, because we don't have enough electricity to power them, because the solar panels and wind turbines we installed to stop the planet getting hot in summer, don't work when it's hot and windless in summer, so we'd need to burn gas, oil and coal instead to power the AC to cool our houses, but we blew up the oil, gas and coal power stations to stop the planet getting hot in summer, but it's still hot in summer.
But it's still ok to install heat pumps in winter, heat pumps which are also air conditioners and use the same amount of electricity or more, but we still won't have enough electricity to power them on cold, dark, windless winter evenings, because solar panels and wind turbines don't work then either, and we blew up the gas, oil and coal fired power stations because they were making the planet too hot in winter as well as summer.
Have I missed anything?
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WELL DONE MILLIBAND JUST WONDERFUL!
Over a thousand wind turbines across Britain contain banned ASBESTOS in brake parts supplied by Chinese manufacturers .
The chrysotile asbestos banned in Britain since 1999 was found in lift and hoist brakes . A major and very expensive ( paid by the taxpayer ) clean up operation is now underway with costs expected to be substantial .
Not forgetting if any of those brake pads broke and the asbestos got into the ground the fibres don't break down they would stay in the soil for a longtime making the land contaminated meaning it couldn't be disturbed with digging or grown on . Dangerous stuff if airborne
The GMB union is demanding full details from the government .
🚨🚨LA ÉLITE GL0BALISTA NO TE DIRÁ ESTO, pero la ciencia es clara.
Un estudio de la Universidad de Nebraska DEMOSTRÓ que las vacas influyen positivamente en el ambiente, debido a que las pasturas utilizadas para alimentarlas absorben más carbono del que emite el ganado, DESMINTIENDO la narrativa contra la industria ganadera.
Las vacas producen más oxígeno que el metano y carbono que emiten.
La MACABRA IDEA de eliminar las vacas es una de las mentiras del Psicópata Gates. Ese hombre necesita ser arrestado. ES UN PELIGRO GRAVE PARA LA HUMANIDAD.🔥
Dartmoor's hill ponies have grazed those commons for longer than there has been a country called England. Fewer than a thousand are left, down from six thousand a generation ago. The United Nations listed them as endangered in 2023. So, naturally, the body charged with protecting nature has decided to get rid of nine in ten of the survivors.
There is a process, obviously.
Natural England's new grazing contracts now count the ponies in the same bucket as the cattle and sheep. A commoner with a fixed quota has a choice: keep a semi-wild pony worth nothing at market, or use the slot for a lamb he can sell. Guess which one survives the spreadsheet. The rest are gathered in the autumn drifts, and with nowhere to put thousands of unhandled moorland ponies, the next stop is the abattoir.
Natural England would like it noted that it has not ordered a cull. It has merely built a machine whose only output is a cull, switched it on, and handed the bolt gun to a farmer so the fingerprints land elsewhere. Very tidy.
And now the funny part. The pony is the best tool on the entire moor for eating Molinia, the coarse purple grass strangling Dartmoor into a brown monoculture. Cattle and sheep won't touch it. The ponies hoover it down and clear the ground for the orchids, the wildflowers and the insects behind them. Remove the ponies and the moor chokes into precisely the lifeless scrubland the contract was meant to prevent.
So the conservation strategy, in full: protect the habitat by deleting the animal that maintains the habitat. A masterclass.
Better still, Natural England's own Fursdon review looked at this exact question and told them, in plain English, not to lump ponies in with cattle and not to cut pony numbers. They read it, praised it, said they fully supported it, then did the precise opposite.
Four thousand years these animals have run Dartmoor with no committee and no contract. They could be gone within one, and the people who did it will write it up as a win for nature.
Zwei Nachbarn, ein Kapitalist und ein linker Sozialist haben jeweils eine Karttoffel. Der Sozialist macht sich daraus eine Ofenkartoffel und freut sich über ein gutes Abendessen.
Der Kapitalist isst Brot und pflanzt seine Kartoffel ein. So hat im nächsten Jahr ein paar Kilo Kartoffeln, von denen er einige essen und ein paar wieder einpflanzen kann.
Der linke Sozialist sieht bei der Ernte die vielen Kartoffeln seines kapitalistischen Nachbarn und beschwert sich darüber wie unfair die Welt ist und dass er ein Anrecht auf die Hälfte der Kartoffeln seines Nachbarn hätte!
Keir Starmer: "We don't have £4.5 billion for defence."
Keir Starmer the next day: "I’m announcing £4.5 billion for more cycle lanes and zebra crossings."
He’s just reached the point where he’s just laughing at us all now.
You really couldn't make it up.
Ed Miliband says high energy bills are caused by wars, global markets and events overseas.
So here's a simple question:
If we're all buying energy on the same global markets, why are British families paying double, and sometimes triple, what people in other countries pay?
You can only blame the rest of the world for so long. Eventually, you have to own your own policies.
This year the Home Office moved to stop expert sheep shearers from Australia and New Zealand coming to shear British sheep.
The people who keep the animals comfortable were declared surplus to requirements.
For over a decade, around 75 of the best shearers on earth have flown in each spring on a simple visa concession. In a few brutal weeks they take the wool off up to two million sheep.
A top shearer clears a ewe in two or three minutes. Hundreds a day. Calm hands, no panic in the animal. It is a global trade and a young body's game, and Britain has never grown enough of its own.
The official line? Fourteen years to train Britons, so the door is closing.
Here is what that tidy sentence ignores. A sheep must be shorn every year or she overheats, cannot move properly, and gets eaten alive by flies and maggots. Shearing on time is welfare, plain and simple, written into law and into the animal's own skin.
So a government that lectures farmers without pause about welfare has quietly made the most basic welfare task harder to carry out. After the outcry they allowed one "final" year. Then the experts are gone for good.
A sector already losing money on every fleece, already burning wool it cannot sell, now told it cannot even get the people in to take the wool off.
You could be forgiven for thinking somebody wants the British sheep gone.