"CONOSCIAMO I VOSTRI INDIRIZZI"...
Gli invasori "islamisti" non hanno idea di quale bestia abbiano risvegliato a #Belfast.
#Ireland 🇮🇪 #Irlanda#remigrazione#remigration#remigracion
SUCCEDE IN IRLANDA.
ERA SOLO QUESTIONE DI TEMPO. QUANDO IN UN PAESE FAI ENTRARE LA PEGGIOR FECCIA, ALLA FINE LA CORDA SI SPEZZA...
🇨🇮Irlanda sotto shock: spunta un video inquietante del movimento repubblicano, politici nel mirino!
In Irlanda del Nord sta crescendo l’allarme dopo la diffusione di un video in cui un gruppo che si definisce New Republican Movement compare mascherato e armato, lanciando un messaggio politicamente estremista e apertamente intimidatorio nei confronti dei rappresentanti eletti.
Nel filmato, gli uomini dichiarano la loro opposizione radicale ad alcune politiche governative — in particolare quelle sull’immigrazione e sui temi legati all’identità di genere — presentandole come una minaccia per la società irlandese.
Il punto più grave è il tono del messaggio: il gruppo lascia intendere che i politici responsabili delle decisioni che contestano potrebbero essere “presi di mira”.
Questa retorica, fortemente intimidatoria, ha immediatamente attivato la risposta delle autorità, con la polizia che ha aperto un’indagine per minacce e incitamento alla violenza politica.
"Conosciamo i vostri indirizzi..."
Sub. Ita🇮🇹
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@___Anna22 Certo Che replicare semplicemente con un’immagine di un titolo di giornale a chi chiede “PARCHE’ LO FACEVA?” Non mi fa pensare che questo post sia obiettivo nel voler chiarire e discutere la questione…
Nessuno racconta la realtà dell’Italia: la produzione ha cessato di crescere, gli stipendi continuano a retrocedere rispetto al costo della vita e la ricchezza continua a polarizzarsi verso l’alto con le rendite finanziarie(di pochissimi).Non lo fa il governo,manco l’opposizione.
Obituary for my father.
Richard Warner Carlson died at 84 on March 24, 2025 at home in Boca Grande, Florida after six weeks of illness. He refused all painkillers to the end and left this world with dignity and clarity, holding the hands of his children with his dogs at his feet.
He was born February 10, 1941 at Massachusetts General Hospital to a 15-year-old Swedish-speaking girl and placed in the Home for Little Wanderers in Boston, where he developed rickets from malnutrition. His legs were bent for the rest of his life. After years in foster homes, he was placed with the Carlson family in Norwood, Mass. His adoptive father, a tannery manager, died when he was 12 and he stopped attending school regularly. At 17, he was jailed for car theft, thrown out of high school for the second time, and enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps.
In 1962, in search of adventure, he drove to California. He spent a year as a merchant seaman on the SS Washington Bear, transporting cargo to ports in the Orient, and then became a reporter. Over the next decade, he was a copy boy at the LA Times, a wire service reporter for UPI and an investigative reporter and anchor for ABC News, covering the upheaval of the period. He knew virtually every compelling figure of the time, including Jim Jones, Patty Hearst, Eric Hoffer, Jerry Garcia, as well as Mafia leaders and members of the Manson Family. In 1965, he was badly injured reporting from the Watts riots in Los Angeles.
By 1975, he was married with two small boys, when his wife departed for Europe and didn’t return. He threw himself into raising his boys, whom he often brought with him on reporting trips. At home, he educated them during three-hour dinners on topics that ranged from the French Revolution to Bolshevik Russia, PG Wodehouse, the history of the American Indian and, always, the eternal and unchanging nature of people. He was a free thinker and a compulsive book reader, including at red lights. He left a library of thousands of books, most dog-eared and filled with marginalia. His reading and life experiences convinced him that God is real. He had an outlaw spirit tempered by decency.
In 1979, he married the love of his life, Patricia Swanson. They were together for 44 years, all of them happy. She died sixteen months before he did and he mourned her every day.
In 1985, he moved to Washington to work for the Reagan Administration. He spent five years as the director of the Voice of America, and then moved to the Seychelles as the US ambassador. In 1992, he became the CEO of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and later ran a division of King World television.
The last 25 years of his life were spent in work whose details were never completely clear to his family, but that was clearly interesting. He worked in dozens of countries and breakaway republics around the world, and was involved in countless intrigues. He knew a number of colorful national leaders, including Rafic Hariri of Lebanon, Aslan Abashidze of Adjara, Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire, and whomever runs Somaliland. He was a fundamentally nonjudgmental person who was impossible to shock, and he described them all with amused affection.
He spoke to his sons every day and had lunch with them once a week for thirty years at the Metropolitan Club in Washington, always prefaced by a dice game. Throughout his life he fervently loved dogs.
Richard W. Carlson is survived by his sons, Tucker and Buckley, his beloved daughter-in-law Susie, and five grandchildren. He was the toughest human being anyone in his family ever knew, and also the kindest and most loyal. RIP.
Possiamo dire che #Berlusconi è stato l'unico che aveva visto giusto sull'Ucraina?
"Io al posto di Meloni non ci sarei andato a parlare con Zelensky. Bastava che lui cessasse di attaccare il Donbass e questo non sarebbe avvenuto"
Un gigante in una UE di mezze tacche.