This film was banned in Germany. I just watched it.
It opens w/a brown man suddenly, randomly stabbing a White mother in the neck as her little boy watches her die.
The plot? An American vigilante in Europe is executing foreign rapists & the judges that let them off.
A thread 👇
This is a disgrace.
A Gulf War Marine veteran named Albert O’Toole who served this country, took a blast that left him with TBI, and was later diagnosed with Alzheimer’s was beaten by his aide Matthew Cox inside the New York State Veterans Home in Montrose, New York.
His wife Angela Sangro became concerned after seeing unexplained bruises and heavy sedation. She installed a hidden camera. The footage shows the aide yanking food out of Albert’s hands, grabbing him by the neck, throwing him into a chair, punching him, and striking him in the head with a broom while he cried out in pain. No one came to help.
The state fired the abuser.
But the federal VA? Still has him employed. Still paying him while the case drags on.
You make veterans fight through hell just to get the benefits and compensation they earned with their blood and sacrifice. You move fast to cut or reduce what’s owed to them.
But when one of your own is caught on camera assaulting a defenseless veteran? You keep him on the federal payroll like it’s nothing.
@SecVetAffairs you talk about accountability. Here it is. Fire this man from the VA now. No pay. No protection. No more dragging it out.
@SecWar our warriors come home broken from fighting for this nation. They deserve better than a system that protects abusers while making veterans fight for every dollar they earned.
@SpeakerJohnson this is on you too. Oversight without teeth is just theater. Do your job.
This isn’t how you treat the men and women who served. This is a betrayal.
Veterans FIRST.
Zero tolerance for those who abuse them.
Immediate action. No excuses.
If you’re not outraged by this, you’re not paying attention.
Semper Fi.
@TheTankGuns
USA. A backyard. The sun was going down, and a man named Dale stood before a black iron drum, feeding it wood, the way you feed a fire that must not die before morning.
"Brisket," he said. "Gonna be a long one. You're welcome to keep me company."
Keep him company. He said it the way a man mentions the weather. But I heard the truth beneath the words, the way you hear a temple bell beneath the wind. He was not inviting me to a meal. He was asking me to stand a vigil. To hold the sacred fire through the dark with him, two men against the whole of the night, so that something worthy could be born by dawn. My heart rose like a banner going up a pole.
I bowed, deep enough that he would feel the weight of what I was accepting. He nodded back and adjusted a vent.
He gestured at a folding chair. "Sit if you want, man. Gonna be a while."
I did not sit. A sentinel does not sit while the fire still lives. He looked at me a moment, then nodded slowly, the way you nod at a thing you have decided not to worry about. I took that nod as the first honor of the night.
Where I come from, when a thing of great worth is being made, you do not leave it. You stand the whole night beside it. You do not fill the silence with talk, because the silence itself is the labor.
So I stood. I said nothing. He said nothing. We watched the smoke leave the drum and climb into the purple sky, and for the first time in this loud and generous country, I felt completely understood.
After an hour, without looking at me, he pressed a cold can into my hand. I received it in both palms and bowed my head a fraction, the way one receives a canteen passed down the line between sentries who both know the night is far from over. I did not drink quickly. One does not drink quickly on watch.
A neighbor wandered over with a beer, saw me standing at attention beside the drum, and asked Dale, low, if I was doing alright.
"He's good," Dale said. "He's keeping me company."
He had vouched for me. Before his own people. I would have walked into the fire for him right then.
After two hours, he spoke. Once.
"Smell that bark setting up?"
I closed my eyes and breathed in, and I will tell you honestly, my chest went tight. Because it did. It smelled like patience. It smelled like a thing no king and no army could hurry, however mighty. "I do," I said, and I said it like an oath.
We did not speak again for a long while. A dog came and lay across both our feet, choosing neither of us, guarding the both of us. The stars came out over the fence and the cheap string lights and the plastic chairs, and I thought, with my whole heart, that there are grand temples in this world holding less holiness than this tired man's backyard.
Near midnight his wife leaned out the door. "Dale, you two have been standing there four hours. You know you can sit down, right?"
"We're good, hon," Dale said.
We're good. Four words. He had spoken for the both of us, claimed me as his brother of the watch, and waved away all comfort in a single breath, and he did it without once taking his eyes off the fire. I have heard generals give long speeches that carried less.
A fire kept alone is only a chore. A fire kept together is an oath.
When the meat was finished, near dawn, he cut the very first slice and laid it in my hands. The guest. The man who had done nothing but stand beside him and honor the work.
I have eaten at tables that cost a season's wages, served by men trained from boyhood. None of it ever fed me the way that one slice did, handed over by a weary man at sunrise who had decided, hours before and without a single word, that I was worth keeping the watch with.
I do not know Dale's family name. I would stand the whole night for him again tomorrow, and count myself honored.
Senior Chief Petty Officer James Hatch of the Navy SEALS was hit in the femur by the Taliban.
He was seen sucking a Fent Lollipop to help the pain. The military no longer uses these and has since improved pain management
@GHHILL1911 Death is right. Dots are better on everything except maybe a pocket pistol and that’s only because a dot won’t fit.
Irons are for backup now.
@monsterhunter45@GHHILL1911 ...I pocket carry a Shield + with a EPS Carry on it lol. Cargo pants are wonderful things. Alabama holsters pocket holster, flush mag. Is it perfect? No. The only thing I'd change is the rear sight as the stock sight is squared off and can catch.
In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.
Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.
I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.
This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.
I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"
"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."
"But the store loses."
"Yep. On purpose."
On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.
In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.
A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."
It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.
I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.
Some prices are not prices. They are promises.
I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.
The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.
Long may it spin.
Europeans and American patriots!
Tomorrow, the courts of my country, France, may decide to send me to prison for daring to say on television that “the main danger to women in France is Black African and Arab immigrant men.”
Meanwhile, my own attacker, a Tunisian migrant, is still at large.
I need your help to generate media pressure and hope to be acquitted.
They cannot silence the truth!
Thank you for your support 💪🏻🇫🇷
The only reason we know anything about Britain’s Muslim rape gangs, and why a report about them has racked up 33 million views on X as of this post, is because victims like Sammy Woodhouse and Sarah Wilson finally felt they could share their stories here without censorship.
Rupert Lowe felt he could publish the report here and it wouldn't be censored like it would've been under the previous owners.
After decades of being ignored, dismissed, and treated like criminals by mainstream media, police, and prosecutors, X gave them a platform to speak out.
For months, Elon Musk has been relentlessly amplifying and bringing renewed attention to their stories. He probably won’t take any credit, but he deserves it. Thanks to X, there may actually be some real accountability.
Gaslighters like Piers Morgan and Mehdi Hasan are powerless to stop it.
BREAKING:
The European Parliament just voted in favor of the Return Directive which will make it easier to start mass-deport illegal migrants.
Chants of “send them back echoed in the chamber after 418 MEPs voted in favor while 218 were against.
Once passed by the Council, the new regulation will establish a common, more efficient system for deporting illegal migrants, boosting the currently very low deportation rates of around 20% of those who have had their asylum application denied and issued a deportation order.
It will introduce:
- Mandatory cooperation with obligations and penalties: Individuals subject to a return decision must actively cooperate (such as providing documents, information, and remain available) with non-cooperation leading to detention.
- Extended detention periods: Detention can last up to 30 months to prepare a deportation.
- Mutual recognition of return decisions across the EU: A deportation order from one Member State will become more easily recognized and enforced in others, preventing migrants from evading deportation by moving between EU states.
- Return hubs in third countries: Allows transfers to “return hubs” in non-EU countries via agreements that respect human rights.
This expands options beyond direct return to the country of origin, enabling more flexible and potentially faster deportations.
- Faster enforcement and investigative tools: Shorter voluntary departure windows (generally ≤30 days, or immediate), quicker forced removals for non-compliance and security risks migrants and new powers for searches and seizures to gather evidence against illegal migrants combined with longer entry bans of up to 10 years and stricter rules for migrants classified as security threats who try to re-enter Europe after a previous deportation.
BREAKING:
The European Parliament just voted in favor of the Return Directive which will make it easier to start mass-deport illegal migrants.
Chants of “send them back echoed in the chamber after 418 MEPs voted in favor while 218 were against.
Once passed by the Council, the new regulation will establish a common, more efficient system for deporting illegal migrants, boosting the currently very low deportation rates of around 20% of those who have had their asylum application denied and issued a deportation order.
It will introduce:
- Mandatory cooperation with obligations and penalties: Individuals subject to a return decision must actively cooperate (such as providing documents, information, and remain available) with non-cooperation leading to detention.
- Extended detention periods: Detention can last up to 30 months to prepare a deportation.
- Mutual recognition of return decisions across the EU: A deportation order from one Member State will become more easily recognized and enforced in others, preventing migrants from evading deportation by moving between EU states.
- Return hubs in third countries: Allows transfers to “return hubs” in non-EU countries via agreements that respect human rights.
This expands options beyond direct return to the country of origin, enabling more flexible and potentially faster deportations.
- Faster enforcement and investigative tools: Shorter voluntary departure windows (generally ≤30 days, or immediate), quicker forced removals for non-compliance and security risks migrants and new powers for searches and seizures to gather evidence against illegal migrants combined with longer entry bans of up to 10 years and stricter rules for migrants classified as security threats who try to re-enter Europe after a previous deportation.
@DaveSunday_ This is pretty crazy: The 5-2 Democrat Court finds Larry Krasner is so quick to falsely concede error in murder cases (to try to free convicted murderers) that it has tasked the Pennsylvania Attorney General with checking to make sure he's not lying. I've *never* seen this
This morning, I appeared on Good Morning Britain in a live interview about the grooming gangs. Before I went on air, I was told not to mention the race of the perpetrators. I, of course, didn’t listen.
I have now received an apology from the editor.
My interview is below: 👇🏻
🚨HEARTBREAKING BOMBSHELL FROM DIDDLY SQUAT: JEREMY CLARKSON REVEALS HE HAS CANCER 😢
In the final two episodes of Clarkson’s Farm Season 5, Jeremy Clarkson shares some truly devastating personal news.
Jeremy is in his office discussing the farm harvest with Charlie and Kaleb Cooper when he breaks off mid-sentence, leans back in his seat, and quietly reveals the devastating news: “I’ve got cancer.”
A stunned Kaleb asks where. Jeremy replies it’s not something he wants to detail publicly, but he’s known since May after a medical, followed by a biopsy. It’s aggressive but caught early. He hoped to finish the harvest before treatment, but it’s hitting right in the middle.
Kaleb wipes away tears and says: "Look after yourself, you go and do…if you need anything just ring."
Later, with the full team (including Lisa, Charlie and Gerald), he reflects on the tough year: starting with heart issues and ending with this.
In the closing moments, we see him back in a hospital bed:
“So we started season five with me in a hospital bed and we are at the end of season five and I’m back in a hospital bed. Some of the treatment has gone awry, let’s say, I'm going to be here for a little while. I'm nil by mouth, i dont know whats going to happen. If this is all successful I’ll see you for season six and if it isn’t I won’t. Take care everyone.”
It’s an incredibly raw, emotional watch from a man who’s usually full of bluster and humour.
Thoughts with you, Jezza. 💔
I’m sure you’ll pull through! 💪
While the normies are at each other’s throats over the details of a deal they have not read, I’m on cloud nine, because I can see what’s happening.
Obama, his co-conspirators, and his handlers, are being hunted.
The uranium is the key that unlocks the door of all doors. The uranium carries an isotopic signature that can be traced to its origin, and will confirm if any other nations or entities supplied Iran with uranium.
Flashback to 06/07/2026, just 9 days ago, Trump said that Iran “got all of this uranium during Obama”. Trump seems to be suggesting that someone supplied Iran with uranium during the Obama administration.
It doesn’t take a lot of detective work to deduce that Trump is almost assuredly referring to Uranium One, which he has called out a plethora of times in the past, calling out Hillary and Obama for giving 20% of our Uranium to Russia. Check his tweets from back in the day, keyword “uranium”.
If any uranium in Iran is found to have originated from Uranium One, as Trump has hinted, Obama, Hillary, and the entire brass of the Obama administration, would be guilty of treason, for supplying WMDs to our enemies in wartime. There’s also no way that a crime of this magnitude could be tried in the civilian courts. It would have to be handled by the military via tribunal.
That’s what’s at stake here. That’s why the uranium is so important, and that’s why Trump’s main focus this entire time, has been getting his hands on the uranium. We get the uranium, the entire house of cards comes crashing down.
As for how many assets get unfrozen, or how much neighboring nations invest in Iran down the road, I could not care less. If we get the uranium, all the other problems take care of themselves.
EYES ON THE PRIZE! THE URANIUM!