I know people are worried about fuel prices. And I get it. You get to the pump, watch the numbers climb, and wonder why it's costing so much more than it used to.
The reality is that global events are pushing up costs, and families here at home are feeling the impact.
But I won't accept that there's nothing I can do to help.
That's why from today, you'll be able to see petrol and diesel prices on Google Maps, compare nearby stations and find the cheapest option before you fill up.
It's a small change, but if there's a practical way to help people keep more money in their pocket, I'll do it.
Nova festival after October 7th 2023.
Acre after acre of burnt out car wrecks mangled and destroyed.
Was this done by Hamas using small arms?
No
Israel murdered its own citizens with tanks and helicopter gunships that day and blamed Hamas to justify inflicting a genocide on Gaza.
For 60 years the blue tits of Britain broke into the milk on your doorstep, and all they ever took was the cream.
It was first seen in Swaythling, near Southampton, in 1921. A blue tit landed on a bottle, pecked through the cap and drank. By the 1950s every tit in the country seemed to know the trick. Housewives put out saucers, stones and upturned cups. The birds learned to follow the milk float down the street and be waiting at the next step.
You will remember the bottle. Silver foil on top, and beneath it 2 inches of thick yellow cream that had risen overnight, with the white milk underneath. The first one down in the morning got it on the porridge.
That cream was the whole point of the burglary. A bird cannot digest milk. It has no means of handling the sugar in it. Cream is nearly all fat, with very little sugar, so the tits drank down to the line and stopped.
A wild animal weighing 11 grams, with every bird table and berry bush in the street to choose from, worked out how to open a sealed container to get at butterfat.
Then the habit died, in about 10 years. Nobody trapped them or changed the caps. The milk changed. It was homogenised so the cream no longer rose, then skimmed so it was hardly there, then moved to a plastic jug in a supermarket.
The blue tits inspected the red top, found nothing in it worth stealing, and went back to the hedge.
They were the last creatures in Britain to judge a pint of milk on what was actually in it.
It's so much worse than anyone knows, especially the 9/11 stuff. Will be covering new findings on that front in my next investigation with @markgoodw_in , out later this month.
For now, all I can say is, you don't hate Lutnick enough.
Too superior a human being to open a door?
Mark Zuckerberg waits and waits for his driver to open the door for him.
This shows you exactly what the ‘Epstein class’ do and how they genuinely believe they are better than everyone else.
Anyone really surprised ?
In 1967 Britain had more electric vehicles on its roads than every other country on earth put together, and they were all delivering milk.
There were tens of thousands of them. The milk float: open sided, battery under the floor, top speed of about 15 miles an hour, and a whine you could pick out in your sleep. It was charged overnight at the depot and was back there by lunchtime.
It carried glass bottles. Each one was collected from your step the next morning, washed and refilled. A bottle went round like that 20 or 30 times before it broke. The foil cap went for scrap. There was no other packaging.
The milk had come from farms within a few miles, through a local dairy, and was on the step before 7.
So here is what the country had. A zero-emission delivery fleet. Reusable containers with a return rate any modern scheme would kill for. No plastic. A supply chain you could cycle the length of. A man who noticed if an old lady's bottles were piling up, and knocked.
It was dismantled in about 15 years, because a supermarket could sell milk a few pence cheaper in a plastic jug as a way of getting you through the door.
Every piece of that system is now the subject of a government target for 2040.
It was running in 1967, silently, in the dark, and nobody thought it was worth a mention.
Former British banker and whistleblower Simon Andriesz, 57, has died in an alleged suicide, after exposing U.S. Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick's past links to Jeffrey Epstein, including evidence of a 2018 email exchange about a start-up business, per The Banker.
The Whistleblower Who Caught Howard Lutnick Lying About Epstein Is Dead
This is not a coincidence you are required to swallow.
The cabal of billionaire pedophiles tied to Trump and Jeffrey Epstein is not going to be fully known until the complete, unredacted Epstein files are released.
Simon Andriesz, the British banker who dug Howard Lutnick's initials out of the Epstein files and handed the mess to House Oversight, is dead. The webzine, The Banker, says suicide. He was 57. He had worked under Lutnick at a Cantor Fitzgerald company. He is the man who found the emails Lutnick would rather you forget.
Andriesz searched the Justice Department's Epstein dump for "HWL," because Cantor people liked to hide behind initials. What he pulled out wrecked the story Lutnick had been selling: that he cut Epstein off in 2005 after one look at a massage table. The files showed otherwise. A 2012 lunch on Little St. James with Lutnick's wife and children. Business overlap on a startup called Adfin. Epstein emailing the HWL account in 2018 to ask what he thought of the company's prospects. Lutnick told Congress that, to the best of his knowledge, he only learned this year that Epstein had been an investor. The Commerce Department's line was that there was no evidence of wrongdoing. Andriesz's finding was that the commerce secretary had been lying about a child sex trafficker he stayed in business with.
A man exposes a sitting commerce secretary's lies and buried dealings with Jeffrey Epstein, the secretary is forced to walk back his own timeline, and weeks later the whistleblower is dead and the official explanation is suicide. Draw your own conclusion. Just don't pretend the pattern is subtle.