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[Roy Alenfield @roy_alenfield]

🌺 82 Years Ago Today A Young British Paratrooper Boarded A Aircraft Boun... https://t.co/Vu8Q1mi34x via @YouTube

[Sir Alison Wall Ⓥ 💚🇺🇦 @That_Girl_Allie]

21 adorable Dogs Trust canines looking for their forever homes in the North East https://t.co/SKCD2UTBg2

[Ratatoskr Red 🇬🇧 🐿 @Ratatoskr_Red]

@LucyTCWife @justkim888 @BritishMuslim81 The last thing he probably heard on this earth was a policeman reading him his rights.

[The British Patriot @TheBritLad]

🚨BREAKING: Alec Penstone WW2 veteran dies aged 101.

Born in Tottenham, London, on 23 April 1925, Alec was just 15 when war broke out.

He volunteered as a part-time air raid precautions messenger during the Blitz, then joined the Royal Navy in 1943.

he trained as a Submarine Detector (ASDIC/sonar operator) in 1943, choosing the role for the extra nine pence pay.

Aboard escort carrier HMS Campania, he worked three decks down on constant action stations, listening through headphones for the sounds of U-boats, torpedoes, and mines in the harsh Atlantic and Arctic seas.

A proud face at every Remembrance Sunday, Alec later captured the world’s attention with his heartbreaking honesty: “This is not the country I fought for.”

From the Greatest Generation that stared down tyranny with raw courage thank you, Alec.

You gave everything.
Lest We Forget. 🇬🇧🕊️

[Bigbuttocks69 @bigbuttocks69]

@YouAreLobbyLud Peak insanity

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 50,000 people marched on London.⚔️

The government said it wasn't that many. 🇬🇧

It was much, much more.

This is not the first time 📜

It is 1381. England. You wake. The frost is on the ground. You are a serf.

You cannot leave your village without permission. You cannot marry without permission. You cannot sell your own labour. The land you work belongs to a lord you have never met.

Your father was a serf. His father was a serf. You have been told your son will be a serf too.

So you were told.

But something had cracked 💔 The Black Death had taken half of England thirty years before. Labour was scarce. Wages had risen. For three decades, ordinary people had been quietly getting richer. The powerful hated it.

Every law they made, the people walked around.

Then John of Gaunt, the king's uncle and the richest man in England, taxed every adult the same shilling to pay for the war in France 💰

The Poll Tax.

In four years, they tried it three times. The third one was one too many.

In May 1381, a tax commissioner arrived in the Essex village of Fobbing. The villagers drove him out. The king sent soldiers. The villagers drove them out too.

You hear what happened at Fobbing. You hear what happened next.

Essex rose first. Then Kent. Then the eastern counties. Villages emptied.

In Kent, a man called Wat Tyler took command ⚔️ His first move was to break open Maidstone Prison and free a radical priest called John Ball.

By the time they reached Blackheath, just south of the Thames, they were 50,000 strong.

That night, John Ball climbed onto a cart and asked a question that would echo for 600 years:

"When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?" 📜

They burned the Savoy Palace 🔥 Gaunt escaped on horseback to Scotland.

The next morning, the king rode out to meet them. Richard II. Fourteen years old. Just a boy on a horse, in front of 50,000 armed peasants.

He agreed to everything. End serfdom. End forced labour. End the Poll Tax. He had clerks write charters of freedom sealed with the royal seal 👑

You hold one in your hands. Freedom.

You have won.

The next day at Smithfield, the Lord Mayor of London stabbed Wat Tyler in the throat 🗡️ The king rode forward alone and persuaded the crowd to follow him out of London.

Then he revoked every promise.

"Serfs you are. And serfs you shall remain."

1,500 rebels were executed. John Ball was hanged, drawn and quartered at St Albans. The king was there to see it.

The dream is dead. Or so it looks.

But they thought they had lost. They had not 📜

The Poll Tax was never collected again in their lifetime. Or their children's lifetime. It would be 609 years before any government in England dared to try it again.

Within a hundred years, serfdom in England had effectively died out.

Not because the powerful chose to free their people. Because the powerful had learned what happened when they refused 🏛️

The lesson did not die. The Putney Debates. The Levellers. The Chartists. The Tolpuddle Martyrs. The Suffragettes. Every uprising drew on what happened at Smithfield.

In 1990, a Prime Minister tried to bring the Poll Tax back. 200,000 people marched on London again. Following the same route the peasants took 600 years earlier.

The tax was withdrawn within a year. Within months, the Prime Minister was gone.

The powerful learned the same lesson. They always learn the same lesson.

Every right we have today was taken, not given. By people like the 50,000 on Blackheath.

📖 Read the full story, get the lesson plan, share the facts →
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They are still here 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

In every protest. In every refusal. In every "enough" spoken to a power that demanded too much.

Same faces. Same blood. Same island 🇬🇧

This is our island. This is our story. This is our culture to keep 📜

Every story we tell, a supporter paid to keep alive.

Without them, these stories stay in the past.

Without you, the next one never comes out.

👉 https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf 👈

Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧

Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

[Voice for Animals Rescue & Sanctuary @VoiceRescue]

This evening was heartbreaking. We had gotten a call about an elderly lady having 12 dogs dumped on her by her daughter and a granddaughter. 12 dogs for an 81 year old to try and figure out on her own.

The animal shelter told her they could not help. They would not take them in, BECAUSE they are NOT vetted.

We can't take them all in.

We don't have the space.
We don't have the fosters.
We don't have enough resources for what some of these babies need.

We went and took photos today in hopes of getting her some help. She would not allow us entrance into her home. The filth could be smelt from her driveway. We were not there to judge. We were there to help. Nothing more, nothing less. These babies need help as much as this elderly lady does.

None of them are vaccinated.
None of the females are spayed.
None of the males are neutered.
One dog has an anal mass.
Most of the dogs are seniors.
Three are about 2 years old.
Two are about 4 months old.

the two 4 month old puppies she flat out told us stay in a kennel with their mom. They had NEVER been outside. The mom would not come out, she could not get her out, and trying to get her out got her bit.

We are not taking these in. Please share. Rescue or fosters are needed.

They all smell like feces. All are covered in fleas. They NEED rescue, fosters, or adopters.

Shown are only 2 of the 12.

[SallyB McGlone @sallyacb275]

8 Lancaster aircraft lost
53 airmen killed
3 airmen Prisoners of War

8 of the 19 Lancaster aircraft of Op Chastise failed to return.

The last surviving aircraft to return from Operation Chastise (the Dambusters Raid) was AJ-W (Flight Lieutenant Les Knight's crew), which landed back at RAF Scampton at approximately 06:15 hrs on the morning of May 17, 1943.

Photo IWM CH 12519 as an illustration of aircrew post mission, empty place settings at the table.

[Bobbie @bo66ie29]

This beautiful remastered footage was captured by an off duty policeman on 8th May 1945 after Churchill officially declared Victory in Europe. Flags are strung between terraces during the street celebrations in Gateshead. 🇬🇧 #VEDay

[Prof. Frank McDonough @FXMC1957]

Celebrating VE Day in Gateshead on 8 May 1945.

[Prof. Frank McDonough @FXMC1957]

London on VE Day: 8 May 1945.

[Yorkshire Rose @YorksRose_84]

On this VE Day, we pause to remember.

We honor the courage of those who fought for freedom, the sacrifices of millions who gave everything so that we could live in peace, and the unbreakable spirit of a generation that refused to surrender.
Today, we give thanks for their victory and rededicate ourselves to protecting the liberty they won for us.
May we never forget, and may peace always prevail.

[Oldspeak Bookshop 📚 @oldspeak_books]

Happy St George's Day!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

To celebrate, there is a huge 20% off everything.

Please use code: YESWEKNOWHEWASBORNINMODERNDAYTURKEY

#stgeorgesday #england

[History Girl @HistoryGirlBW]

St George’s Day celebrations at Stratford-upon-Avon in 1923.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

In January 1998, for approximately one week, the British public stopped whatever it was doing and gave its full attention to the fate of two pigs.

This actually happened. Newspapers cleared their front pages. Television news led with daily updates. Office workers asked colleagues whether there'd been any sightings. Pubs debated strategy. Children wrote letters. And somewhere in a damp thicket in Wiltshire, two young Tamworth pigs, blissfully unaware that they had just become the most followed fugitives in the English-speaking world, were curled up in a mud wallow they had built to their own specifications, having the time of their lives.

They stole the nation's heart in a week.

This is how it happened.

On the morning of 8 January 1998, a man named Arnoldo Dijulio loaded two five-month-old Tamworth pigs into a lorry bound for V & G Newman's abattoir in Malmesbury, Wiltshire.

They were a sister and a brother. Ginger-coloured, leggy, bright-eyed, of the oldest native pig breed in Britain. Worth approximately £40 each. Nobody had told them any of this.

The lorry arrived. The ramp went down. The pigs came out. And then, in a moment that would shortly consume the attention of three continents, the pair of them took one look at where they were, assessed the fence, and left.

They squeezed under it. They crossed a field. They came to the River Avon, a river most pigs, if asked, would probably decline on principle.

They swam it.

On the far bank they shook themselves off, had a brief consultation, and disappeared into a dense thicket near Tetbury Hill, where they proceeded to do what every Tamworth has done since the Domesday Book. Root. Forage. Sleep under brambles. Ignore humans entirely.

Within 48 hours, the story had escaped the thicket more comprehensively than the pigs had. ITN sent a crew. NBC sent a crew. Japanese television dispatched a helicopter. The Daily Mail installed a reporter in Malmesbury essentially full-time. Every national paper carried daily updates on the Tamworth Two, named after Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which is what happens when a nation is trying to work out how to describe two pigs who had outwitted an entire abattoir staff.

A woman thought she saw them in her rhubarb. A man was certain they'd crossed his lawn at dawn. A postman swore he'd made eye contact with one of them near a bus stop. In the thicket, Butch and Sundance were doing none of these things. They were asleep in the mud wallow, occasionally emerging to eat something, before returning to the wallow.

On day four, the owner was interviewed on national television and stated, somewhat tactlessly, that if recaptured the pigs would still be going to slaughter.

The nation, briefly, lost its composure.

The Daily Mail, sensing a story of the sort that does not come around twice in a career, stepped in and bought both pigs from their owner in exchange for exclusive rights. The bidding, it was reported, had reached £15,000 by the time he cracked. The pigs were now, legally and commercially, Daily Mail property.

This was probably the only time in recorded history that being purchased by the Daily Mail constituted a happy ending.

Butch was captured on 15 January, foraging in the garden of a local couple who had popped out to the shed and found a pig in their flowerbed. Sundance, sister now gone, made a break for the thicket again. He held out one more day.

He was flushed from cover by two springer spaniels and darted by the RSPCA. The first dart bounced off. This was worth remarking on at the time. Veterinary examination later revealed that Sundance was in fact half wild boar, which explained both the thick skin and the week-long refusal to co-operate with any human institution.

He was eventually subdued. He was not pleased about it.

The pair were transferred to the Rare Breeds Centre near Ashford in Kent, with the Daily Mail covering their upkeep. A generous enclosure. A large wallow. A woodland run that Sundance, in particular, approved of.

And there they lived.

Butch was the boss. Her keeper described her as a grump who could move fast when she felt like it and had strong opinions about who was allowed near her breakfast. Sundance, free at last of any agenda, became extraordinarily mellow. He spent his days wallowing. He lay in the sun. He greeted visitors with a sort of detached amiability that suggested he had thought about life and found it, on balance, acceptable.

They lived together for twelve more years.

Butch died in October 2010, aged 13. Sundance was quieter after she went. He had been in her company since the day he was born. He carried on for seven more months, pottering along, and was put down in May 2011 after his arthritis worsened beyond comfort.

They were buried in a quiet corner of the Rare Breeds Centre.

Two young pigs, on a cold January morning in Wiltshire, decided they were not going to do the thing everybody had planned for them to do. They squeezed under a fence. They swam a river. They held out long enough that the entire country stopped what it was doing and paid attention. And when it was all over, they went on to live twelve more years in a Kentish paddock, visited by the occasional tourist, neither of them with any idea that they had briefly been the most famous fugitives on the planet.

They would not have cared if you'd told them.

They cared about the wallow.

They cared about each other.

That was enough.

[Goldenagehollywood @oldmovieactress]

Old Hollywood dance

[Lost London @Lost___London]

Please share and make others aware.

Thank you 🤝

[BFBS Forces News @ForcesNews]

A reunion 80 years in the making

A 101-year-old WWII Spitfire pilot reunites with the aircraft he flew in combat, as it tours Britain for its 90th anniversary🔗https://t.co/SxuFIX884C

[Vinnie Sullivan @VinnieSull1van]

"This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall."

— William Shakespeare (John of Gaunt, discussing England on his deathbed)

[Vinnie Sullivan @VinnieSull1van]

We traded a nation of civilised uniformity for a world of fads and anarchy. Not too long ago, even our rail workers wore pocket-watches, blazers, shirts, and trousers ⏳️