Ann🇬🇧JK Goon

Woman of a certain age. I will not lie to protect or support your fetish or delusions. I will not be silent and allow the mutilation of confused children.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@bugbrennan @frau_bode Send your 10 year old daughter into the shower with an AGP hairy TIM then.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@spectator I can’t fathom how that was allowed. Has this country become completely bat shit?

[The Spectator @spectator]

The official representative body for Muslim police officers in Britain has branded Zionism "one of the manifestations of anti-Muslim hatred," described the Israel Defence Force as a "Zionist terrorist group" and defended Hamas against "unverified stories about acts of violence.".

The inflammatory claims are made by the National Association of Muslim Police (NAMP) in a policy paper on "confronting anti-Muslim hatred," written by its then vice-president, Khaldoun Kabbani, published on its website last year but not publicised until now.

✍️ Andrew Gilligan

Article | https://t.co/uVbA55gib8

[Driftwood @buc97552]

Keir Starmer informing parliament that anyone who pushes a wheelie bin towards the police will “feel the full force of the law”

But putting a police officer in hospital is perfectly fine.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@reduxx All judges that do this need their computers examined.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@jk_rowling @David_Joseph Face like a rear end of one too.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@YvetteCooperMP Why do we give them aid?

[Ben Leo @Benleo]

This exchange sums up why Brits are finished with the bollocks they’ve been subject to over decades

Patronising, snarling, contemptuous response to the working class by smug, self righteous nobody

“Look at this fool, ladies and gents, isn’t he an IDIOT?”

[Bernie @Artemisfornow]

Er hold on a minute …When Barack Obama flew to the UK to tell us we would be at the back of the queue days before the Brexit referendum, the political establishment thought that was great!

When Elon Musk comments on British politics, Starmer says he must stay out of our democracy.

So foreign intervention is fine when it supports your position, but unacceptable when it doesn't?

Interesting principle.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@metoffice For heavens sake, read the room will you.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@crypto_dragonz The government so we could have a general election

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@RobKenyonReform She was so hell bent on trying to make him look foolish she just came across as a completely nasty moron.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@DavidLammy If people want the protections of marriage, get married. It’s not hard to understand.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

The girl at the coffee counter asked for my name.

So I gave her my name. Not the small one. In my country a man does not offer his given name to a stranger; he offers the name of his house, the banner his ancestors died beneath. "Oda," I said. Three letters. Eight hundred years.

She wrote it on the cup and called it out.

"Ota?"

I turned to the cup. There, in black ink, was the house she had given me.

OTA.

I went still. One stroke of her marker, and I had been adopted into another family.

In my country this is not done lightly. To enter a new house takes a marriage, a war, or a death, and the approval of elders who argue for a year. This woman did it in three seconds, with a pen, while steaming milk.

A lesser man would have corrected her. I did not.

Who was I to refuse the house? She had looked at me, weighed my whole bloodline, and judged me an Ota. The cup does not lie. The cup is the document. I was holding, still warm, the deed to a family I had not known that morning.

So I bowed. "Thank you," I said, "for the house of Ota."

She said, "no worries!" and called the next name.

She did not know she had married me into a new clan. They never do. The ones who rename us never feel the weight of the banner they hand us.

I sat by the window and drank the coffee of the house of Ota. It was, I confess, a fine house. Quieter than my own. Fewer enemies.

That night I wrote to the elders of Oda, to explain, with honor, that I had been received into another family by a barista, and that I would carry both names with equal pride, and bring no shame to either.

They have not written back. Eight hundred years of Oda, ended at a coffee counter, is a great deal to take in. I give them time.

I keep the cups now. ODA. OTA. ODE. Once, gloriously, ODER, which I am fairly sure is a third house entirely.

A lesser man would mourn the name he lost.

I have decided I am the head of every house the cup grants me, and I will defend them all, one cup at a time, to the last drop.

[Ann🇬🇧JK Goon @Levicknb]

@Verbal_Vortex We clearly see who they are. Self entitled, self congratulatory morons

[Rachel @RachelD1892]

A man of integrity would have gone quietly to visit the family in Southampton, privately, well away from the media glare.
He would never have made them walk alone through the Downing St media circus.
He would not have used them for his own political ends.

[J Stewart @triffic_stuff_]

🚨 BOOM! Nick Ferrari just put Deputy PM David Lammy on the ropes LIVE on LBC! 🔥

“Would you take the knee for Henry Nowak?”

Lammy instantly flustered, stuttering like he’s been caught red-handed:

“Uhh… well I, look, I, I, I, I think… to honour what’s that family…”

Ferrari cuts through the waffle:

“It’s a yes or no, Mr Lammy. Would you take the knee for Henry Nowak?”

Lammy, clearly squirming:

“I think… no. Because, look, I don’t think the family are asking for symbolism. They’re asking for genuine common sense policing and a reduction in knife crime.”

Ferrari pounces:

“So you agree, taking the knee is mere symbolism? It was a bit of a charade at times?”

Lammy’s brain completely melts:

“That was a moment back then when we were still in the pandemic. This is today. This is this particular incident in our country that’s heart-rending.”

The pandemic?! What the actual f*ck has COVID got to do with it? 😂 His head had totally gone. Nick Ferrari absolutely broke him on air.

This is the same David Lammy who was one of the biggest cheerleaders for BLM, repeatedly defended taking the knee, slammed anyone who questioned it, and pushed the George Floyd narrative hard, yet suddenly it’s all “symbolism” and excuses when it’s a young British lad stabbed to death.

Well done, Nick Ferrari 👏 You exposed the hypocrisy and double standards for everyone to see. No wonder people are furious.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

The waiter knelt slightly, met my eyes, and said, "Hi, I'm Brad, I'll be taking care of you tonight."

In my country, when a man pledges to take care of you for an entire night, you have entered something serious. A bond. A debt. Possibly a war.

So I rose and bowed. "I am honored to be your lord this evening, Brad."

Brad said, "ha, you got it."

It was sealed.

I understood the arrangement at once. For one night, this man had sworn himself to my service, and I, in turn, was responsible for his honor. A lord who is careless with a loyal retainer is no lord at all.

So I took my duties seriously.

When Brad brought the water, I thanked him as a man thanks someone who has chosen his side. When he recommended the salmon, I ordered the salmon, instantly, without question, because to doubt your own retainer in public is to shame him.

He told me to "enjoy." I told him his loyalty would not be forgotten.

A lord must also know his people. So I asked Brad about his life. His studies. His mother. Whether his lodging was secure and his winters warm. Brad answered some of this. The rest he deflected with a small laugh, as a humble retainer should.

Other diners called him over. I watched, calmly, as my retainer was pulled away to serve rival houses. I did not interfere. A great lord shares his finest men in times of peace.

But I confess something turned in me.

By the end, I did not want the night to close. I had only just learned to be worthy of him.

When the meal ended, Brad set down a small leather folder and said, "no rush, whenever you're ready."

No rush. As if a parting between a lord and his sworn man could be rushed.

I left him everything I could. Not as payment. A lord does not pay his retainer. He provides for him.

At the door, Brad called out, "have a good night, take care!"

Take care.

He was releasing me from service. Gently. So I would not feel the cut.

I walked out into the cool night, a lord again with no one to protect, already missing a young man named Brad, who served one house for ninety minutes and will never know he had a lord at all.

I do not know if I did it correctly.

But Brad ate well tonight, in my heart, and that is all a lord can ask.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I gave the cashier my name. She said, "Perfect."

Perfect.

I have trained with a blade since I was six years old. No one has ever called anything I did perfect.

This woman said it about my name.

I had simply said "Kenji." She typed it in and pronounced my whole existence flawless.

I stood up a little straighter.

Then I handed her my card. "Awesome," she said.

Awesome. The card. The act of paying. She found it awesome.

I have crossed a battlefield. I have never been awesome. Today I was awesome for sliding a small rectangle across a counter.

I gave her my phone number for the receipt. "Perfect."

Two for two. My name, perfect. My numbers, perfect. I was, statistically, the greatest customer this nation had ever processed.

I asked, carefully, if I could also have a bag.

She said, "Yes! Perfect."

My REQUEST was perfect. I had not even done the thing yet. The mere intention to hold a bag was, to her, flawless.

I wanted to weep.

In my country a master may train forty years and hear "adequate" once, on his deathbed, from a teacher who is lying to be kind.

Here, a stranger handed me three "perfects" and an "awesome" before lunch, for tasks a child could do, and meant every one.

So I did the only honorable thing.

I bought a second bag I did not need, just to be told I was perfect again.

She said, "you got it!"

Not perfect. Just "you got it."

I have peaked. It is all downhill from here. I will treasure the bag forever.

[Sir Alan B'Stard MP PhD KPMG @BStardAlan]

@Telegraph Lists of Jews. Everything's fine..

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a stranger will say "love you" and then hang up.

The first time, it was a woman at the pharmacy. She finished a call, said "okay, love you, bye," and put her phone away.

She did not say it to me. But I heard it. A vow spoken aloud in my presence is a vow I have witnessed. And a witness carries a duty.

I asked her who she had pledged her life to.

"Oh, that was just my mom."

Just her mom.

She swears the deepest oath a human can swear, between buying vitamins, and calls it nothing.

I went home shaken.

Then it began happening to me.

The man who fixed my sink said it leaving. The baker said it closing up. A boy bagging groceries said "love you guys" to the entire line.

The entire line.

I now carry their love. All of it.

I keep a list. Everyone who has said those words within my hearing is someone I am bound to. The list no longer fits on one page.

I am, by my own count, the most loved man in America.

None of them know it.

I do not say it back carelessly. When I say it, I mean it across my whole remaining life, in this world and the next. So I have said it only once.

To a cashier. She said "love you, bye." I set down my bag, looked at her with my whole heart, and said, "And I, you. Always."

She laughed. "Aww, you're sweet."

She has already forgotten my face.

That is alright. A vow does not require the other person to remember it.

So now I stand near the doors. I wait. And every single day, without fail, a stranger hands me their heart on the way out, means it for exactly one second, and that one second is mine to keep forever.

I have never been this rich.

I came to this country with a sword and an empty heart.

I am leaving with neither the sword, nor any room left.

Was it alright, America, that I kept all of it?