I want to thank the IDF, Mossad and Israel for killing the Hezbollah leaders who have killed so many Americans. Tough, dirty work. America and the world are safer because of your sacrifices.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ
Jeremy Clarkson has never pretended to be anything other than exactly what he is
Brutally honest. No oil painting. A pot belly, a lifelong smoker, a drinker. Not exactly the modern alpha male or is he?
And somehow that is the whole point
I have watched him for most of my life
First as a motoring journalist who could make you want a car you would never own and never need
Then as something bigger
The loudest, funniest, most unfiltered mouthpiece the ordinary person ever had
A man who said the thing everyone was thinking while the rest of television tiptoed around it
From Top Gear he built something that should not have worked
Three middle aged men, The Stig, a track and a chemistry you cannot manufacture
James May the patient one
Richard Hammond the brave one
And Clarkson the force of nature dragging both of them into chaos and somehow back out again
When it all fell apart at the BBC he could have disappeared
The fracas was not his finest hour and he never pretended it was
He owned it, apologized and carried on
No reinvention, no groveling tour, no carefully managed comeback
He just kept being himself and let the work speak
The move to Amazon and The Grand Tour proved something I think a lot of people missed
The format was never the magic
The men were
You can take three friends out of a studio and drop them anywhere on earth and the loyalty between them travels with them
But it is Clarkson's Farm where the whole picture finally comes into focus
Here is a man with nothing left to prove walking into a field he barely understands and refusing to fake competence he does not have
He has run that farm at break even and then at an outright loss in full public view
No editing it into a success story
No pretending the numbers work when they do not
His farm manager hands him one brutal truth after another and he sits there and takes it
A whole season swallowed by drought even after he leaned into robotics and the most advanced farming money could buy
Technology was supposed to be the answer and the weather did not care
He showed that too
Most people would have cut it
And through all of it he has done something quietly remarkable
He has dragged the plight of the British farmer into the light
The paperwork, the council, the margins that vanish, the weather that ruins a year of work in a week
People who had never thought about where their food comes from suddenly cared because he made them care
And then there is the part nobody warned me about
Men who raise animals for meat and still love them
Who name them, worry about them, sit with them
Who treat them with respect and dignity right up to the moment they cannot keep them
And feel the full weight of sending them off
He does not hide that
He lets the camera sit in the discomfort of it
The grief of a man who knows the deal he made and still finds it hard
That is not weakness
That is honesty most people are far too afraid to show
We live in an age that rewards the polished, the curated, the carefully built personal brand
And here is a scruffy, swearing, chain smoking farmer who has done the opposite of all of it and won
He stayed exactly who he was while the world begged him to become a product
That is the whole secret
There is no act
There never was
And that is exactly why we keep watching
Praying for a full recovery mate, looking forward to another season of Clarkson's Farms!
A huge congratulations to @CasperRuud98 & Maria on their marriage ๐
We wish you all the happiness in the world โฅ๏ธ
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Alex Eala after beating Elena Rybakina in Berlin
Petkovic: โWho did you call on the phone right now?โ
Alex: โI called my dad. I donโt know. I said โOh my God.โ We were just screaming. ๐ My mom was there too. Iโm really happy. Iโm a little foggy right now. I think Iโm still shaking. I was shaking on match point. Iโm really happy with today. It couldโve gone either way. There were really tight moments in both sets. Of course sheโs an amazing player. Sheโs the one to beat. Iโm happy to have been able to share the court with her again.โ โค๏ธ
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An Israeli friend that wishes to remain anonymous wrote this. Please share.
The Letter Israelโs Prime Minister Cannot Write
Mr. President of the United States,
There are things the Prime Minister of Israel cannot say to you.
Heโs bound by diplomacy.
Heโs committed to alliances.
He must measure every word.
I, on the other hand, am not restricted by these things.
I write to you as an Israeli citizen who happens to also be an American.
As a former soldier whose friends have children who are also active soldiers.
As a someone with strong roots in the north.
As a person who lived in a country that has buried soldiers, children, families, neighbors, and friends, and still stands tall.
And therefore, Mr. President, when you speak about Israel as if it owes you its very existence, perhaps it is time to bring you back down to earth.
Israel did not begin with Donald Trump.
Israel was not born in the White House.
Israel was not established because of a tweet, a speech, a deal, or a press conference.
Israel was built from the blood of generations.
From pioneers who buried children and kept plowing.
From fighters who fell so others could live.
From mothers who waited for sons who never returned.
From families who were burned, slaughtered, expelled, returned, and built a home here.
So, thank you for your support.
Thank you for your friendship.
Thank you for the moments when you stood beside us.
But do not be confused.
You did not save Israel.
Israel is saved every day by the soldiers of the IDF, the intelligence services, the security forces, the citizens who remain dedicated to living on the borders, and this people that refuses to disappear.
And then you tell the world that a Syrian rebel leader turned president can deal with Hezbollah better than Israel.
Really?
If what you mean is that he can do what Israel will never do, slaughter without warning, erase without checking, turn an entire village into a โsecurity solution,โ then yes, he is probably faster. Barbarians always work quickly. They do not pause for morality, for children, for uninvolved civilians, or for conscience.
But do not call that victory. And do not compare that to the IDF.
Because the Israel Defense Forces does not need a lesson in security from someone who mainly knows the language of blood & violence.
The Jewish people do not need permission to exist from any leader in the world.
Mr. President,
In the north of Israel, there is no โtheoreticalโ.
No committees.
No PR headlines.
There are empty homes.
There are children who have not returned to their childhoods.
There are communities that have lived for years under threat.
There are families who received a knock at the door.
There are soldiers who fell so Northern towns can live.
And when you say โenough,โ when you speak as though this can be wrapped up because it interferes with your agenda, you are not talking about some place on a map.
You are talking about our home.
Israel values alliances.
Israel knows how to say thank you.
Israel does not forget who stood by its side.
But Israel is not a puppet state.
It does not wait for permission to defend its children.
It will not abandon its border because it is convenient for Washington.
And it will not apologize for refusing to die quietly.
Mr. President,
Perhaps you have grown accustomed to thinking that everything begins and ends with
you.
It does not.
The people of Israel were here before you.
The State of Israel will be here after you.
And our north will not be a playing card in your game.
If you think you can explain to us who will guard our home better than our own children, then perhaps you truly have lost your north.
We have not.
And we do not intend to leave or lose the north no matter what you say!