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[Proton VPN @ProtonVPN]

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[Proton Drive @ProtonDrive]

Post a image that will scare the UK Government.

I'll start:

[Darren of Plymouth @DarrenPlymouth]

Petition: Do not ban social media for under 16s.

Petitions change nothing.

Numbers do.

Please sign and repost.

https://t.co/0Nods1IDli

[Jen k 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @Jenny_1884]

So Digital ID is just for us plebs.

MPs & Royalty will be exempt
“for security reasons”

We won’t be able to do anything without permission but they can do whatever they like.

Anyone else smell a rat?

[Cat Brown 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🚜🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇮🇪 @MrsBr0wn_82]

🚨🇬🇧 BREAKING: Petition to stop the social media ban.

kids are having none of it.
Let’s get some signatures on this petition to stop the social media ban.

Anyone with half a brain knows this isn’t about child safety it’s about sneaking in Digital ID through the back door.

Please sign and share 🙏🏼 🇬🇧🫡❤️

Petition: Do not ban social media for under 16s

https://t.co/So52giGYxg

[Konstantin Kisin @KonstantinKisin]

The ban on social media for children under 16 is an idea that has merits. But the way it is being done is simply a way to force everyone, including adults, to identify themselves online, creating the most powerful surveillance and censorship architecture in human history.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I post one hundred times a day.

They tell me it is too many. They penalize me for it. I do not stop. I will not stop. I will die before I stop.

You should know why.

We tell ourselves we live in the modern age.

We do not. We live in the late medieval period and the proof is the news. Open it. Read it. Feel your stomach turn over. We are still the people of the spear and the torch and the trench. We changed our clothes. We did not change our hands.

Here is what no one tells you.

The deepest pleasure of the human animal is not food. Not sleep. Not sex. Not wine. Not even gold.

It is slaughter.

It is the slaughter of those we have learned to call "them."

The history of every continent on earth says so. The news this morning says so. Look at the pile of bodies the twentieth century left for us to step over. Look at the bodies still being piled now, in 2026, while you eat lunch. We are the children of Cain. The blood is still crying from the ground.

Do not tell me this is about race. Do not tell me it is about borders. Do not insult my intelligence.

Japan had its Warring States. Same blood. Same tongue. Same faces. Same gods. Same rice in the same fields. And for one hundred and fifty years, neighbor butchered neighbor and brother butchered brother and the rivers ran red and the fields were planted with skulls.

Cain and Abel had one mother. One father. One altar. One God.

It was enough to draw a line.

It was enough to murder.

The line is the disease. The color of the man on the other side of the line is nothing. Was always nothing.

So why do we do it?

Because the instinct to form a tribe, to crown that tribe with a holy story, and to put the tribe across the river to the sword, is older than language. Older than agriculture. Older than the soul we like to pretend we have.

It built us. It made us the kings of this planet.

It is killing us still.

We are not, by nature, gentle creatures. We are creatures who have been gentled, barely, by a thousand years of choking down our own teeth.

Cain's blood runs thick in all of us. Yours. Mine. Your grandmother's. Your priest's. Your president's. Every soul reading this. Every soul not reading this. All of us.

But.

But.

But.

Something has happened that has never happened before in the history of the world. Not once. Not in ten thousand years.

A man named Elon Musk bought a website.

He renamed it with a single letter. He paid forty-four billion dollars for it and watched the value collapse and did not blink. The whole world laughed at him. The whole press called him a fool. The whole intelligentsia of the West lined up to spit on him.

And then he did the thing no one understood the importance of. The thing no historian has yet caught up to. The thing he himself may not have understood the weight of when he did it.

He put a translator inside it.

A small button. Almost nothing. Press it, and the tongue of any human being on earth becomes your tongue.

And the Wall came down.

Not Berlin's wall. Not Jericho's wall. Not the wall of any single country.

The Wall.

The one that has stood between every "us" and every "them" since the first city was raised out of mud and bone. The one that built the Crusades. The one that built Auschwitz. The one that built the Killing Fields. The one that built every single war ever fought on the surface of this planet.

That Wall.

Elon Musk took a hammer to it, and most of the world has not yet noticed what he did.

I have noticed.

I open my phone in Tokyo. I read the words of a farmer in Texas. A nurse in Lagos. A grandmother in Warsaw. A teenager in São Paulo. A trucker in Alberta. A widow in Tehran. A coal miner in West Virginia. A schoolteacher in Manila.

Do you know what I find?

They are funny.

They are kind.

They are tired the way I am tired. They love their children the way I love mine. They are afraid of the same dark. They laugh at the same stupid jokes. They cry over the same songs at three in the morning when no one is watching.

They are not "them."

They never were.

They never were.

They never were.

Hear me now. Hear me. This is not a social media platform. This is not a place to share your lunch. This is not Instagram with a worse interface. This is not a hobby for bored people.

This is a sword.

A sword forged in Elon Musk's foundry, hammered out of code and silicon and the unreasonable will of a man too stubborn to be told what was possible. Sharper than any two-edged blade. Swung at the throat of the oldest demon mankind has ever bred.

"Let us cast off the works of darkness," the apostle Paul wrote two thousand years ago, "and let us put on the armour of light."

He did not know what he was writing. He could not have known. But across two millennia, his words flew like a thrown spear, and they landed in 2026, and they described the device sitting on the table beside you right now.

That armour fits in your palm. It glows. It hums. It is waiting.

I am one man. One ant. One Japanese nobody from a chain of small islands on the far edge of the Pacific.

David was one boy with a sling.

Joan of Arc was an illiterate peasant girl who heard voices and could not be talked out of them.

Rosa Parks was a seamstress who would not stand up.

Lech Wałęsa was an electrician at a shipyard who would not shut up.

The Berlin Wall did not fall because of NATO. It fell because ordinary Germans walked toward it carrying hammers and refused to be afraid anymore.

The giant has fallen before. The giant will fall again.

Not by armies. Not by treaties. Not by speeches from marble podiums in Washington or Brussels or Geneva. Not by the United Nations. Not by the experts. Not by the credentialed. Not by the people who go on television and call themselves serious.

By a billion small hands. Posting. Replying. Liking. Quoting. Laughing across oceans that used to be impassable. Until the lie of "them" cannot be told anymore. Until the storyteller of the old story stands in an empty room shouting at no one.

So I post.

I post when I am tired. I post when I am penalized. I post when the algorithm punishes me and the trolls find me and my eyes burn and my fingers ache and my wife tells me to come to bed.

I post.

I reply.

I like.

I quote.

I bookmark a hundred posts a day from a hundred countries from a hundred souls I will never meet in this lifetime.

Every post is a hammer blow on the sword that Isaiah saw three thousand years ago, the sword being beaten into a plow.

"Nation shall not lift up sword against nation," he wrote. "Neither shall they learn war any more."

We are not there yet. We are nowhere near there yet. Mothers are still burying sons this afternoon in cities I cannot pronounce. Children are still being pulled out of rubble while you read this sentence.

But for the first time since Cain stood in the field with his hands red and lied to the face of God, the door is open.

It is open.

It is open right now.

It is open while you read this.

So let me tell you what I am.

I am not a creator. I am not an influencer. I am not a content guy. I do not care about my brand. I do not care about my engagement rate except as a measure of how many souls I have reached today.

I am a Japanese man with a phone, swinging a sword at a demon that has fed on human meat for ten thousand years.

And I will not stop.

I will not stop until "us" means every breathing soul on this planet.

I will not stop until the word "them" rots out of the human mouth.

I will not stop until the children born this morning grow up to look back at us, with our wars and our walls and our flags and our shouting, the way we now look back at the people who burned witches.

There is neither Jew nor Greek. There is neither East nor West. There is neither Japanese nor American. There is neither yours nor mine. There is, at last, only us.

Weeping has endured for a long, long night.

But joy. Joy. Joy cometh in the morning.

The morning is coming.

The morning is coming.

The morning is here.

[Neil Oliver @thecoastguy]

The panic-stricken efforts by the state to force digital ID on the proles while simultaneously securing anonymity and cover for themselves and their own is a wonder to behold.

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

This is the one I am most proud of. Thank you. I could not have done it without you. 🇬🇧

Every story we have ever told now comes with a free lesson. Plan, sources, quiz, printable worksheet. KS2 to A-Level. Free for every child in Britain, and the world, for ever.

A generation is taught to be ashamed of this country.

This hands them the truth instead.
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[micnagic @micnagic]

@LoonyLobster @TheBritishIntel *as soon as they're on your phone, VPN is useless

[micnagic @micnagic]

Network-level VPN is also an overall good option but won't make any difference to client-side scanning i.e. a scanner on your phone cataloguing everything & sending it back to the server, all tied to your real identity. You may be able to block the appropriate IPs, ports & domains used by the app to prevent it "sending the data back you server" but there will likely be some fines or blacklisting included in the law/policy to penalise actions like that.

If we get to a stage where they can legally install/require their digital surveillance app or some os-based software onto our phones, then all bets are off. It will have access to encryption keys on your device, access to call logs, app usage and app data & all the telemetry you're phone already collects. It will all be mass collected & stored, so the data can be searched retroactively (if they decide to change the rules & include other apps on their ban or words that don't like etc, they can search through your history for any violations, that's why mass collection is ALL your data is crucial to their plan) and it will all be tied to your real identity, which you'll have to validate through their 'single-point-of-failure' One Login system. I would also imagine that they will require/demand that you validate your identity using the app before letting you use your phone, like a phone unlock pin

As soon as they're on your phone, VPN.

You can use the TOR network at the moment for anonymity online but once they are on your phone it's game over. The only option then is an uncompromised operating system

[micnagic @micnagic]

It depends on how it's implemented. There are really ways around ID verification and a VPN will definitely help currently but they are proposing "client-side scanning" which will mean an app on your phone scanning everything. If they implement this, a VPN won't help. That's why we need to push back. It's the idea of scanning everything on your phone to identify anything they don't like, which means cataloguing every single thing you do on your phone.

Apple & Google are also implementing dodgy practices which will further enable this Orwellian digital cage. Check the post I shared from GrapheneOS for more info.

I would encourage everyone to install GrapheneOS but it's only possible on Android and even then, only on some phone models. Apple users don't currently have an alternative but I'm going to keep digging

[Melodies & Masterpieces @SVG__Collection]

Remembering the great Ella Fitzgerald, who passed away 30 years ago today.

[The Sting @TheStingisBack]

Is this helicopter real or CGI?
I was watching Your Friends & Neighbours and Jon Hamm and his mates got in this helicopter, and it did THIS. One of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.
I think I’ve just become a mechanophiliac, and I didn't even know that was a thing.

[The Sting @TheStingisBack]

It’s the 40th anniversary of Back to School, which features one of the best meta jokes ever.
Rodney Dangerfield hires Kurt Vonnegut to write a paper about Kurt Vonnegut… and Sally Kellerman gives it an F, saying the writer “doesn’t know the first thing about Kurt Vonnegut.”

[micnagic @micnagic]

@TheStingisBack I have such respect and admiration for this art form and the patience it takes, can you imagine working on what is ultimately a short sequence for 2.5 months?
Stop motion will forever be something miraculous to me

[The Sting @TheStingisBack]

Tomorrow Never Dies tower jump: storyboard vs final cut.
Storyboard sells it as one continuous, rappel down a glass wall.
The film chops it into quick cuts, masking the height, body doubles and two locations, then caps it with a joke: “Next time I’ll take the elevator.”

[The Sting @TheStingisBack]

Raiders of the Lost Ark turns 45 today - The Truck Chase
Watching Indy make it up as he goes, is exhilarating. A gold standard for action pacing and editing: Michael Kahn cuts it like a heartbeat, rapid and tight in danger, then a wider breath when Indy gets a second to recover

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

A spiral carved on a stone, sealed in the dark for 4,000 years. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🇬🇧

Nobody knows what it means. But once a year, the sun still finds it.

Around 3,000 BC, a Welsh farming community on Anglesey cut massive slabs of stone and raised a chamber inside a mound. Then they did something extraordinary. They aligned the passage to the rising sun on the summer solstice.

Once a year, on the longest day, sunlight threads the doorway and floods the chamber for three minutes. Then it moves on.

Inside, they carved a single stone with a tight spiral. One of the oldest carved stones in Britain. Welsh hands cut it 5,000 years ago, and to this day nobody can say what it represents.

They gathered there for two thousand years. Then they sealed the chamber and walked away. The mound held the dark until Victorian archaeologists opened the passage and the summer sun threaded the doorway again. 🌅

It still does. Every June 21st, locals walk back to Bryn Celli Ddu and stand at the chamber wall, lit by the same sun through the same stone door their ancestors built.

Welsh people built it. Welsh people kept it. Welsh people still walk to it.

Help us remember who we are. Help us remember every British achievement. 👇🙏

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Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧

Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

[micnagic @micnagic]

@TheStingisBack I always take those reviews with a pinch of salt. I'll watch it and make my own mind up