Just so everyone is aware. There is a dangerous murderer on the run, police have him on CCTV, but they have decided to not release the CCTV so the public can't help identify him.
Okaaaaaaay. This doesn't sound weird at all.
🚨Keir Starmer to address the nation on the Moroccan rioters tearing up London after France's win, he will say they'll feel the full force of the law ⚖️
Only joking, that's just for the British. Carry on lads, it's cultural expression
A man spent a year eating like Erling Haaland and the only side effect anyone could find was that it worked.
He filmed the lot. Organ meat. Raw milk from a glass the size of a boot. Six fried duck eggs before most people have found their slippers. Grass fed ribeye. The full Norwegian striker routine, run by an ordinary bloke for twelve months, and by the end he had dropped sixty pounds, walked away from the junk he used to live on, and felt better than he had in years.
Then the health desk arrived to explain why this was a tragedy.
The write up, in a major outlet this week, actually prefaced the warning with the words as a health editor, I have to tell you. You can hear the training kick in. The man had just described getting well, and the reflex fired anyway. Whole foods, it conceded, are better than ultra processed ones, especially meats. Good. Correct. And then, without drawing breath: the science does not support eating this way long term, because red meat is linked to heart disease and certain cancers.
That word linked is doing the heavy lifting, and it is the entire trick. It comes from the studies where they hand people a questionnaire, ask them to remember how much bacon they ate across a whole year, then follow them for a decade and tot up who falls ill. The heavy red meat eaters in those studies also, without fail, smoke more, drink more, move less and hoover up the whole ultra processed funfair around the meat. So the steak stands in the dock for crimes committed by the beer, the chips, the sofa and the forty a day.
Ask why the flinch is so violent and you find forty years of professional pride at stake. Careers, guidelines, food pyramids and entire charities were poured into the saturated fat theory. The same experts who marched a nation off butter and onto margarine cannot now watch a man thrive on a ribeye without reaching for the smelling salts.
The food that was quietly finishing him off never troubled a single one of them. The steak that pulled him out has a whole profession clutching its pearls.
I can’t get my head around that a man that wasn’t a MP a fortnight ago is having press conferences, telling us how he will lead the country before the leadership process has even started, and refusing to be questioned,
Sounds like a dictatorship to me!!
For the first time in twenty-eight years there is a Norwegian raiding party at the World Cup, and it is being dragged through the tournament by a six foot four battering ram who eats like his ancestors sailed. Erling Haaland has five goals already. He scored twice in each of his first two matches, then buried the late winner that knocked Ivory Coast out and handed Norway the first knockout victory in their history, sending them into the last sixteen to meet Brazil. The press have taken to calling the side the Viking Row. They have no idea how right they are.
Because if you strip the modern label off Haaland's diet, you find something very old. He eats almost exactly what his Norse ancestors ate a thousand years ago, and the body doing the damage across America this summer is the receipt.
Look at what actually fuelled the Vikings. Fish above all, salmon and herring and cod hauled from the same cold water Norway still fishes today. Dairy at the centre of every single day: milk, butter, cheese, and skyr, the thick soured milk they prized above meat, plus the protein-rich whey they were too canny to waste. Beef, lamb, goat, game and eggs. Barley and oats as porridge and dark bread. Berries and honey for sweetness. Whole food, cured by smoke and salt and time, nothing from a factory because there were no factories.
Now set Haaland's plate beside it. Raw milk by the glass. Oily fish, mackerel and salmon and sea bass. Fatty red meat and organ meat, the heart and the liver. Eggs. Porridge. Raw honey. Swap the packaging and it is the same shopping list, a Norse larder carried intact across ten centuries into a Cheshire kitchen.
And the build has always come with the plate. The Vikings were robust and well made by the standards of their age, raised on a diet thick with animal protein and dairy, and their descendants never lost it. Norwegians stand among the tallest people on earth today. The apex of that long bloodline is currently terrorising the world's best defenders on cow hearts and raw milk. Rest him for a single game, as Norway did against France, and the ship takes on water fast: they shipped four that night.
You can argue how much is the food and how much is a thousand years of hardy northern genes, and the fair answer is a good measure of both, with modern sports science piled on top. Nobody grows into Haaland on skyr alone.
But the diet and the build have travelled side by side since the longships, and right now the largest, hungriest proof of it is knocking giants out of a World Cup one tap-in at a time. The old Norse plate still does the job. It just wears shin pads now.
We are all Julia Hartley-Brewer:
HW: “People like you shouldn’t get too involved in medicine, because of the harm you cause”.
JHB: “People like you, and I mean this very respectfully, should be in prison. Genuinely”.
REVENGE IS SWEET: 👌👏✊🤭🤣
Wigan farmer dumps 400 tyres back on fly-tipper’s doorstep, Stuart Baldwin had been hit by fly-tippers 25 times in a year on his Wigan farm.
The latest scumbag dumped 400 tyres.
Stuart set up CCTV, caught him red-handed, then loaded every tyre up and dumped the whole pile straight on the culprit’s own doorstep.
Absolute legend.
Who else is cheering this on? ✊🇬🇧
🚨 YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO READ THIS TO BELIEVE IT.
If you own a home, have a pension, or plan to leave an inheritance, Andy Burnham's leaked economic plans should terrify you. 🤡
He is planning to scrap the capital gains tax "uplift on death," meaning grieving families will be hit with double tax bills on inherited family homes.
Begbies Chartered Accountants confirmed this double levy will hit grieving families with an effective 62% tax rate!
But it gets even worse.
Burnham wants to replace council tax with a new annual property tax of 0.48% of your home's value.
If you live in an average £553,000 house, you will be forced to pay £2,654 every single year just for the privilege of living in your own home!
They want to tax you while you live, tax you when you die, and tax your children for mourning you.
RT to expose the ultimate Labour wealth grab and demand a general election NOW! 🔁🇬🇧🔥
🇫🇷 À la demande de la maman de Louis, partageons et diffusons partout dans le monde les photos et vidéos de son petit garçon. Continuons à parler de lui pour ne pas l’oublier. 💔
The best striker on the planet eats like a Norwegian farmer from 1850, and the British tabloids called it "cannibalistic."
Erling Haaland, the six foot four machine breaking every scoring record in sight, has let the world see his plate, and it reads like a carnivore forum brought to life. He buys beef heart and liver from the butcher and eats them by choice. Fatty steaks, the fattier the better, by his own account. Sea bass, salmon, mackerel. Eggs on sourdough. Raw honey. And his self-described "magic potion," raw milk, which he drinks straight, stirs into his coffee and blends with greens to carry to training.
The sourcing is the entire philosophy. Holding up the organs in his documentary, he said most people will not touch them, but he cares about his body and about eating quality local food. Then the line that belongs on a barn door: people say meat is bad, but which meat? The stuff from McDonald's, or the local cow eating grass right over there?
Look at what is missing just as hard. No seed oils. No fizzy drinks. No alcohol. No ultra-processed anything. He filters his water and chases the morning sun. The man treats a packet of crisps the way most people treat a syringe.
Now the honest footnotes, because the internet lost its mind. The famous 6,000-calorie figure is one he flatly waves away, saying he does not count. His dad's lasagne is a sacred pre-match ritual, he makes brisket tacos in the slow cooker, and his actual favourite food is a kebab pizza he allows himself about once a year.
Strip away the cryo chamber and the mouth tape and the part underneath is almost insultingly simple. Whole food, mostly animal, sourced with care, nothing from a factory. The most lethal finisher in football runs on the exact diet the official guidance spent fifty years telling you to fear.
So...
We're not allowed to buy air conditioners for our houses to cool them in hot summer weather, because we don't have enough electricity to power them, because the solar panels and wind turbines we installed to stop the planet getting hot in summer, don't work when it's hot and windless in summer, so we'd need to burn gas, oil and coal instead to power the AC to cool our houses, but we blew up the oil, gas and coal power stations to stop the planet getting hot in summer, but it's still hot in summer.
But it's still ok to install heat pumps in winter, heat pumps which are also air conditioners and use the same amount of electricity or more, but we still won't have enough electricity to power them on cold, dark, windless winter evenings, because solar panels and wind turbines don't work then either, and we blew up the gas, oil and coal fired power stations because they were making the planet too hot in winter as well as summer.
Have I missed anything?
🙄🤡🌍
My British brothers, if this is what happens while you're the majority, imagine the horrors once you are the minority. Your window is closing fast. Rise up.
Your doctor prescribes statins to lower your cholesterol.
Cholesterol is what your brain is made of.
Side effects of statins include memory problems, muscle weakness, and fatigue.
The drug lowers the very substance your nervous system depends on, and you're surprised when your nervous system starts having problems.
Medicine calls this a side effect. Everyone else calls it a mechanism.
Predicador islámico: “Cuando los musulmanes se conviertan en mayoría en Occidente dentro de 40 años, los no musulmanes tendrán que convertirse, pagar la jizya o morir, porque la sharia rige.”
¿Te quedó claro o necesitas que te haga un dibujito?
One threw a stone at a police shield- Prison sentence- 2 years.
The second broke a police women’s nose and physically assaulted other officers- Walked Free.
One is White & British. The other is Not.
@Keir_Starmer@DavidLammy - and you wonder why the country’s on FIRE ?🔥
The dose makes the poison. Paracelsus said it five hundred years ago, and he was right.
Everything is toxic at a high enough dose, and harmless at a low enough one. Water included.
So yes, a little seed oil will not kill you. A spoon of sugar will not finish you off.
It is the favourite line of everyone defending the modern diet. The dose is small, so where is the harm.
But that line assumes one thing. That you are starting from zero. A fresh cookie, straight from the oven.
You are not a fresh cookie. You have been marinating in this stuff since before you could walk.
Seed oils do not pass through and leave. The linoleic acid sinks into your fat and your cell membranes and squats there for years.
You are not adding a drop to clean water. You are topping up a glass that has been overflowing for decades.
So your safe dose is far lower than theirs. It may have hit zero a long time ago.
Moderation is a luxury for the undamaged. You are not one of them.
For a body soaked in poison for a lifetime, zero is not extreme. Zero is the reckoning, finally come due.
I had to read this three times before I could believe it was real.
Rotherham. A small town in northern England.
For sixteen years, at least 1,400 children — some as young as eleven — were raped, gang-raped, and trafficked between cities by organized groups of men.
Eleven years old.
Petrol was poured on them so they would stay quiet.
Their families were threatened with death.
Photos were taken and used as blackmail.
The police knew.
The council knew.
The social workers knew.
For sixteen years, not one of them moved.
Why?
Because officers were afraid of being called racist if they acted on what they were seeing.
That was the whole reason.
While children were being sold, adults were protecting their own reputations.
That is the moment something in you breaks.
And here is the part that makes it worse.
The TV networks did not report it. The papers did not chase it.
When the journalist Andrew Norfolk finally broke the story, even he thought maybe 150 girls had been hurt.
The real number was 1,400.
He was staggered.
This should have been the biggest story of the decade. It was not.
The networks looked away. The advertisers preferred safer topics.
The cover-up did not end when the report was published — it continued in the silence of every newsroom that refused to chase it.
Then Elon Musk bought X.
The advertisers fled.
The press declared the platform finished.
X almost did not survive.
But it did.
And on X, the names of those towns started trending.
Rotherham.
Telford.
Rochdale.
Oldham.
Towns the country had been told to forget.
Britain understands itself differently today.
Not because the politicians confessed.
Not because the broadcasters apologized.
Because one platform refused to let it stay buried.
X almost did not survive.
1,400 children almost stayed forgotten.
That is worth saying out loud.