There is something deeply appalling about Harry and Meghan returning to the UK, and I cannot help but feel for William, Catherine and their children.
This is not simply about two family members coming home. This is the same couple who turned private family grievances into a global media spectacle. Meghan told the world that Catherine made her cry. There were allegations of bullying involving a then three-year-old Princess Charlotte. Meghan’s insinuations about racism were amplified through Omid Scobie’s book, while we were treated to the absurd ripped-jeans meeting, the lip-gloss story and countless other attempts to rewrite the family history through their own narrative.
And after all of that, they are coming back.
I genuinely wonder what William and Catherine are supposed to feel about this. Imagine having to get on with your lives, raise your children and carry out your duties while knowing that the people who publicly humiliated your family can simply return and once again become a media circus on your doorstep.
And whether Charles knew about this or was blindsided by it almost misses the point. The bigger issue is what this says about the monarchy. If Charles had been firmer from the beginning, Harry and Meghan might not have been able to dine off their proximity to the Royal Family for this long.
After everything they did to the institution, after the interviews, the accusations, the books, the documentaries and the timing of their attacks during the final years of Prince Philip and the Queen’s life, has everyone simply developed amnesia?
Now it is round two.
And of course the media will feast on it. Sussex drama is perfect media currency. Every appearance becomes a headline, every interaction becomes speculation, every royal event becomes “Harry and Meghan versus the Royal Family.” The chaos follows them everywhere, and now it is being brought right back to William and Catherine’s doorstep.
I cannot imagine what it must be like for the Wales family to have this hanging over them again.
Harry and Meghan were never really finished with the Royal Family. They simply ran out of fresh material for a while.
Now they are back for another round.
And Charles? Well, let’s watch and see what he actually does this time. Maybe grow a backbone.
@Vanguarda_PT@Chucksoup69@JamesLucasIT Thanks.
But please read what I posted carefully.
“While birth rates are slowing down in parts of the continent, Africa remains the main driver of overall global population growth.” And it’s a statistic it can be interpreted as you choose. Not so?
@_DesireeMuller_@JamesLucasIT Africa is praised for this until you realize the global IQ map & how Africa is quickly descending & receding into chaos as without global support it cannot feed it's populations or overcome the tribal conflicts innate to the continent. A higher birthrate won't matter.
I had no idea.. THE BIGGEST LOSER
SAVED OUR COUNTRY
"This man was born in 1809.
In 1816, at age 7, he was forced to work because his family was expelled.
In 1818, he lost his mother.
In 1828, he lost his sister.
In 1831, he opened his first business and went bankrupt.
In 1832, he stood in the legislative elections and lost.
In 1833, he borrowed money to open another business and went bankrupt again.
In 1835, he met a wonderful woman. He falls in love with her, they get engaged, and she dies.
In 1836, he entered a dark period of his life: deep depression.
He remains bedridden for 6 consecutive months. But he gets up.
He gets up and in that same year of 1836 he runs in the legislative elections and loses again.
In 1840 he presented himself as an elector; he loses.
In 1842, he met the woman he would end his life with.
They fall in love, get engaged, get married and she gives him 4 children and they lose 3 (three).
In 1843, he appeared at the congresses and lost.
In 1845, he appeared again at the congresses and lost again.
In 1850, his son died.
In 1854, he ran for the Senate and lost.
In 1856, he ran for Vice President, he didn't even have 100 votes.
In '58, he ran again for the Senate and lost again.
And in 1860 ABRAHAM LINCOLN was elected President of the United States of America 🇺🇸.
He was elected for two exceptional terms (he was assassinated in beginning of the second term.) He was one of the most respected and impactful Presidents in the history of the United States 🇺🇸.
It's important to tell this story of perseverance because we see the hero, but we don't see the backstage of the afflictions. "
Wow. ...
I think this is a great example of Never Never Never Give Up! 🇺🇸🇺🇸
Wygodne dzieciństwo to najdroższy prezent, jaki możesz dać dziecku. Zapłaci za niego w dorosłym życiu...
Dlatego ja w ten weekend dałem synom prezent odwrotny. Trzy dni wakacji bez wygód: spali w aucie i pod namiotem. Jedli mielonkę z puszki. Zamiast pada dostali scyzoryk. Bunkry, zamki, słowiańskie osady, brud za paznokciami i kąpiele w jeziorze.
Stać mnie na pięć gwiazdek i właśnie dlatego ich nie wybrałem.
Bo współczesny rodzic ma jedną religię: żeby dziecku było wygodnie. Wygodnie w domu, wygodnie w aucie, wygodnie na wakacjach. A potem to samo dziecko, dwadzieścia lat później, ma nerwicę i podniesiony kortyzol, kiedy coś nie dzieje się tak, jak chce. Mam dość tego, co robimy dzieciom, wmawiając sobie, że "dajemy im to, co najlepsze".
Gówno prawda. To nie jest dawanie, to jest zabieranie.
Zabieranie skali porównawczej, odporności, głodu, radości z małych rzeczy.
Dziecko, które zna tylko all inclusive plus, nie wie, że to luksus. Myśli, że tak działa świat. I potem świat mu to brutalnie wyjaśnia i to w najgorszym możliwym momencie, kiedy ciebie już nie ma obok.
Ja dałem im perspektywę, z którą miliony ludzi mierzą się na co dzień, a której wiele współczesnych dzieciaków nie zna: zmęczenie i głód. Zwykły, fizyczny głód po całym dniu łażenia po bunkrach, przy którym mielonka z puszki smakuje jak stek. I zmęczenie, po którym w aucie zasypia się w połowie zdania, szybciej niż w penthousie na królewskim materacu.
A wieczorami, przy kuchence, działo się coś, czego nie widziałem od miesięcy. Zaczęli GADAĆ. Nie o Minecrafcie, youtuberach i 67 tylko o tym co czuje, o strachach, o tym kim chcą być kiedyś. Chłopak nie otwiera się kiedy TY chcesz żeby to się stało- przy stole na godzinnym "quality time". Otwiera się w trzeciej dobie męczącej podróży w której coś naprawdę przeżył i doświadczył i jest z siebie dumy, bo odpowiada za całą resztę sam gotując kolację albo nawigując całą podróż za pomocą mapy.
Nie mówię, że All inclusive plus jest złe, kiedyś też tak pojedziemy ale dopiero kiedy już będą wiedzieli, że to nagroda. A nie norma.
A missing drunk man spent hours helping a search party look for himself.
A 50-year-old intoxicated man named Beyhan Mutlu from Bursa Province, Turkey, accidentally joined a search party looking for him. After a night of heavy drinking with friends, Mutlu wandered into a nearby forest around İnegöl and never returned home, prompting his wife and friends to contact authorities.
Police and volunteers soon began searching the dense woods. Still heavily intoxicated, Mutlu encountered the rescue team but mistakenly thought they were searching for someone else. He joined the group, walked with them for hours, and even called out the missing person’s name alongside the rescuers.
The bizarre situation finally ended when a rescuer shouted Mutlu’s full name. Mutlu reportedly responded, “Who are we looking for? I am here.” Authorities then escorted him home safely, turning what began as a missing-person search into one of the strangest rescue stories imaginable.
This is one of the most beautiful paintings of Christ ever made, and for over a century people have walked past the one detail that holds its entire meaning...
It is called The Light of the World, painted by the English Pre-Raphaelite artist William Holman Hunt. Christ stands at night in an overgrown garden, holding a lantern, his hand raised to knock at a wooden door.
It illustrates a line from the Book of Revelation:
"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock."
The door is choked with ivy and weeds. It has clearly not been opened in a very long time.
Now look at the door itself, and you will see what holds the key to understanding the entire artwork… there is no handle. No latch, no knob, nothing on the outside at all.
Hunt left it off on purpose: this door can only be opened from within.
The door is the human soul, and the point is that Christ can stand there and knock forever, but he cannot let himself in. The handle is on the other side. It has to be you who opens it. The ivy has grown thick over the frame because this particular door has stayed shut for years, and yet his lantern is still burning, and he is still standing there, still knocking, waiting for a door that may never open.
Fifty years after he painted it, Hunt felt he had to spell the meaning out: the shut door, he said, was “the obstinately shut mind.”
The light has not gone out and whether that door ever opens was always, only, up to you...