🚨 A message to all French people 🚨
In the months ahead, you're going to see more and more propaganda about Elon Musk.
Send this to your loved ones. Not tomorrow. Now.
Elon Musk is dismantling, on a global scale, the oldest political lie of the century: the idea that only the State, intermediaries, and credentialed media have the right to say what is true, what is possible, and what is moral.
This lie has a familiar name. We call it socialism when it talks about justice. We call it "consensus" when it talks about science. We call it "protection" when it talks about speech. In all cases, the mechanism is the same: a caste positions itself between people and reality, then sells that position as a public service.
Musk is breaking it.
He has proven that you can launch rockets without Gosplan. Build cars without Detroit's blessing. Connect a village, a frontline, or a hospital from orbit, without asking permission from a ministry. He bought the public square and tore the monopoly away from those who decided who had the right to speak.
That's why the mainstream media, like a beast in its death throes, will try everything.
Not because they've uncovered a secret. Because the man slips through all their levers. You can't buy him with ad revenue. You can't rein him in with a news cycle. You can't quietly unplug him. At this level of power, he's probably the cleanest man in the world: he's put his own fortune on the line, he doesn't need their permission, and he didn't build his position by capturing the State.
They'll call him a Nazi. They'll call him crazy. They'll call him a danger to democracy. They'll trot out the same clip, the same historian from the right side, the same moral indecency.
This isn't information. It's a survival reflex.
The French need to know this before the wave hits.
Elon Musk isn't fighting for a party. He's fighting so that the people can face the machine head-on, build without asking forgiveness, and stop handing over their thinking to those who live off fear and narrative.
The truth is simple.
A builder who opens the game does more for people than a newsroom that recycles slander.
Pass this on. The months ahead will be noisy. The signal, though, won't change.
1774: they blew tobacco smoke up drowning victims' backsides to revive them, and the kits hung along the Thames like lifebuoys.
1863: they sold cocaine wine as a daily tonic, and a pope pinned a gold medal on it.
1898: they sold heroin as a cough medicine, and spooned it into coughing children.
1918: they sold radium water as a health drink, and the millionaire who drank 1,400 bottles was buried in a lead-lined coffin with most of his jaw gone.
1921: they put lead in petrol, and Britain kept it in the pumps until 2000.
1930s: they X-rayed children's feet in shoe shops, and kids queued to watch their toes wiggle on the screen.
1940s: they rubbed mercury teething powder into babies' gums, and about 1 in 500 of those babies was poisoned.
1946: they sold cigarettes on the line that more doctors smoked their brand, and put a man in a white coat on the advert.
1949: they gave the lobotomy a Nobel Prize, and doctors went in through the eye socket with an ice pick.
1952: they sold a cigarette filter made of asbestos as the greatest health protection in smoking history, and smokers drew it into their lungs with every puff.
1957: they sold thalidomide to pregnant women for morning sickness, and around 10,000 babies were born with missing or shortened limbs.
1960s: they sold margarine as the heart-healthy fat, and spread trans fat on a generation's toast.
1996: they sold OxyContin as barely addictive, and started an overdose epidemic.
1999: they sold Vioxx for sore joints, and pulled it five years later after tens of thousands of heart attacks.
2026: they're selling seed oil as the heart-healthy fat, and it's in almost every packet in your kitchen.
Every one of these came with an expert's blessing and the same total certainty.
The people telling you which fat to fear today sit in the same chairs as the ones who put radium in the water and a doctor on the cigarette packet, and they're every bit as sure.
"The experts recommend it" has the longest body count in medicine.
Poi un giorno con calma e se c'è tempo parliamo di quanto sia chic far fare il dottorato agli immigrati e più sono esotici e meglio è.
Gente di 40 anni (che potrebbero anche essere 29 o 56 o anche chiamarsi in tutt'altro modo) che prende la borsa junior pensata per un neolaureato, gente che autocertifica lauree prese a Mombasa, gente che non sa l'italiano [sic!]. E più sei un barone potente e di sinistra più devi far avere il dottorato all'immigrato. Una sorta di dettaglio di lusso nella tua carriera e più l'immigrato è improbabile, incompetente, imbarazzante ed evanescente più il tuo potere di barone è confermato perché nessuno osa dirlo in Consiglio di facoltà.
Se poi trovi il dottorando - per pura ipotesi: di Fisica - che incita all'uccisione politica sui social allora acquisti ancora più prestigio. Il massimo dello chic è il dottorando che organizza un movimento di piazza islamico per devastare la città, lì arrivi veramente al livello "Umberto Eco", il top di gamma e puoi arrivare al tetto massimo di fondi di ricerca.
Youssef Siher—a Palestinian who, unfortunately, was born in Italy—is mastermind behind the social media page "Movimento 17 ottobre" (October 17th Movement) and is currently under investigation for incitement to commit a crime. He is the one responsible for this chaos in Italy. Let’s make him famous.
BOOM. The Great Reclamation has begun. The Supreme Court just restored Trump’s constitutional power to remove rogue commissioners from federal agencies. For the first time in ninety years, the President can clean house. The walls of bureaucratic tyranny are cracking.
Since 1935, the presidency has been a hostage. A hidden ruling called Humphrey’s Executor v. United States created a shield around unelected bureaucrats buried inside so-called independent agencies. They could not be fired. Not by Congress. Not by the people. Not even by the Commander in Chief. These were the Deep State’s castles inside the government. Protected. Untouchable. Writing rules with the power of law while answering to no one. For decades, they dictated policy, destroyed accountability, and made every president a figurehead in his own house.
That ended this week.
In a ruling few expected but history will never forget, the Supreme Court confirmed that President Trump has full constitutional authority to remove Democratic commissioners Mary Boyle, Richard Trumka Jr, and Alexander Hoehn-Saric from the Consumer Product Safety Commission. The Court reminded the nation that executive power belongs to the President alone. Not to agencies. Not to boards. Not to faceless lawyers.
The 6-3 decision has detonated the foundation of bureaucratic immunity. Trump can now terminate any commissioner who obstructs reform, dismantle ideological mandates, and reclaim executive control over agencies that have operated like private empires. The ruling sets a precedent that can sweep through every corner of the federal maze — FTC, SEC, NLRB, CDC, FDA, DOE. Hundreds of unelected operators who hid behind the term “independent” are now exposed.
The Consumer Product Safety Commission is only the beginning. Nearly 700 positions across Washington fall under the same model. With this judgment, Trump holds the legal weapon he was denied in his first term. The sword is back in his hands.
Inside the Deep State, panic has already begun. For decades, they didn’t need to win elections. They only needed to control who stayed behind. By embedding loyal operatives inside untouchable posts, they guaranteed their agenda survived every presidency. They wrote laws under the cover of regulation. They censored industries through “safety standards.” They shifted policy without ever standing for a vote. That structure is now collapsing.
This decision is not about staffing. It’s about sovereignty. The hidden coup that began ninety years ago has been reversed. The unelected state no longer outranks the elected one. The legal scaffolding that protected the regime is being dismantled piece by piece.
That is why the media is silent. They understand what this means. If Trump uses this authority — and he will — the entire architecture of shadow governance will fall. Agencies that weaponized policy for ideology will be stripped of power. Mandates will be rescinded. Political infiltrators will be removed. The Deep State’s invisible army is finally within reach.
Trump’s second term begins now, with the power he was denied in 2016. The presidency is no longer a cage. It is a command post. He can purge the administrative state, rebuild federal institutions that answer to the people, and restore a government that serves its citizens instead of its masters.
This is The Great Reclamation. The end of ninety years of executive humiliation. The day the balance returns. The Deep State buried the presidency under red tape and called it democracy. But the chains have been cut. And Trump now holds the axe.
Italian women leaning out on the balcony. Down below it's not a party, it's chaos. The North Africans running, shouting, smashing everything and spreading fear in Milan. And they look down, without saying anything, with fear in their eyes. This is the Italy they are leaving to our children.
Live by the sword, die by the sword.
Those who pick fights with me should understand that I will find out who is really pulling the strings and come for them, not just their puppets …
A BIG THANK YOU to our legendary friend, @ElonMusk, for his incredible generosity in giving SpaceX Stock to millions of American children through TRUMP ACCOUNTS! This is exactly what was envisioned when we created TRUMP ACCOUNTS — Bringing together the GREAT PRIVATE SECTOR, Elon and so many more, to invest in our children, by far our greatest and most important asset, and give every American Child a piece of the American Dream. Thank you Elon! President DONALD J. TRUMP
This is Palermo, Italy today. Empty supermarkets. No food. No milk for kids. Not Ukraine. Not Africa. Italy. Truckers and farmers on strike, fuel at $2.40/l. This is what Europe hides from you.
I sometimes forget that I don’t have anyone in my personal life to talk to about what’s really going on in the world. It’s not that I’m lonely or sad. It’s just that there’s no one around who wants to talk about any of it.
It’s mind blowing how many people don’t seem to give a fuck about what’s actually happening, or about trying to find the truth about anything. Even after everything that’s happened over the last few years, and how obvious a lot of it has become.
I basically don’t have any real friends left in my personal life anymore because of this. The friendships always felt very one sided. My old friends either drifted away from me, or I drifted away from them. All they ever wanted to do was get drunk or go clubbing. The only conversations they were interested in were the ones they wanted to have. Sports, celebrity drama, gossip. Shit that bores the life out of me. It felt completely soulless.
The only people who think and talk about the things I do are the ones on here. It’s refreshing being able to connect with so many like minded people no matter who or where you are. I probably would’ve gone insane by now if I didn’t have this. It doesn’t matter how little we interact. I appreciate you all.
La permanenza dell'Italia nella UE ha rappresentato 25 anni di pagamento di una "assicurazione" a un'entità molto grande ed ostile che la pretende per non farti capitare brutte cose.
There is a mountain of unworn clothes in the driest desert on earth, large enough to be photographed from space. It grows by 39,000 tons a year and almost none of it will ever rot.
The Atacama, in northern Chile, is a place where it may not rain for a decade. On its edge is a duty-free port called Iquique. Every year about 59,000 tons of clothing arrives there from Europe, America and Asia. It is last season's stock that never sold, and the bags people leave at charity shops.
Dealers pick through it for anything they can resell across South America. Two thirds of it is worthless. Nobody will pay to ship it back out, so lorries drive it into the desert at night and tip it.
The local landfill refuses to take it. The reason given is that the clothing does not biodegrade and is full of chemicals. Most of it is polyester, which is plastic, and in a place with no rain and no soil life it will lie there for centuries. Some of it is set alight, and the smoke drifts over a town of 100,000 people.
In 2025 a Chilean court ruled that the dumps had done serious damage to the land.
For most of history this could not have happened. Clothes were wool, linen and leather. They were worn out, handed down and patched, and at the very end a rag merchant paid for the scraps. In Yorkshire, from 1813, old woollens were shredded and spun into new cloth. Anything left went on the fields, where wool breaks down in months and feeds the grass.
Nobody ever had to find a desert for worn-out wool. We invented a fabric that cannot die, and then we started making it to be thrown away.
HOLY CRAP 😵 President TRUMP officially withdraws from the Paris Climate Accords, saving over $1 TRILLION dollars 😵 the UN, WEF, WHO must be panicking
FOLLOW ME, THE NEXT DROP WILL BE SHOCKING.