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Don't believe everything you read on right-wing medias, in papers and more. The shirt Hannah Spencer wore at PMQ's is a 15 year old charity shop find, not a £2,000 Gucci purchase like many would want you to believe! 🤥
Why would people spread misinformation about Hannah? Hmm?
The Ultimate Irony Elon Musk Never Saw Coming
Remember when Elon Musk spent $44 billion to buy Twitter, rebranded it to X, fired everyone who knew how to run it, and turned it into a right-wing echo chamber so he could help Trump win?
Yeah. About that.
Because out of the shadows comes Dark Brandon Junior — and he's running laps around the entire MAGA ecosystem.
Hunter Biden (@HunterBiden) marked 7 years clean and sober on June 1. Instead of hiding, he posted a video thanking his recovery community. Then the trolls came for him. And instead of clapping back with anger, he disarmed them with something MAGA doesn't know how to fight: self-deprecating wit, radical honesty, and zero fs given.*
When someone accused him of leaving that White House coke behind, Hunter replied: "It most definitely was not. I would never have forgotten my drugs."
When someone photoshopped a pipe in his mouth, he corrected them: "A crack pipe doesn't have that little bowl at the end. This is why we can't trust AI."
When a user said they'd vote for him if he made a crack joke campaign ad, Hunter fired back: "How about 'Let's take another crack with a Biden.' Needs work but the possibilities are endless."
The result? Even his former MAGA tormentors are apologizing. One user called him "the MAGA whisperer." Hunter's reply summed up the whole damn problem: "Left, right, D or R, we all want the same things. We're being divided on purpose by the Epstein Elite Oligarch class because as long as we're at each other's throats, they get fat and rich off of our misery."
Meanwhile, I posted a side-by-side: Don Jr. looking like he just crawled out of a three-day bender vs. a clean, sober, sharp-witted Hunter Biden. Asked a simple question: Which first son's family would you trust with American democracy?
You know what's beautiful? Elon Musk spent billions to control the narrative. And now Hunter Biden — the man they spent years trying to destroy — is using X to unite Democrats who felt voiceless, shame trolls with humor, and remind everyone what actual redemption looks like.
So here's my message to every Democrat clutching their pearls about "messaging" and "optics":
Stop. Just stop.
Hunter Biden is out here doing more for Democratic morale than half the party's consultants. He's not running for anything. He's not farming for clicks. He's just speaking like the Americans his father and our parents raised — honest, unafraid, and unwilling to let bullies define him.
Meanwhile, the other side nominated a convicted felon and adjudicated rapist and didn't blink. They don't do purity tests. They do power.
So let's be clear: Laugh at the memes. Share the posts. Tag @HunterBiden every chance you get. Because every time you do, you remind people that redemption is real, that sobriety is worth celebrating, and that the party of "family values" spent years attacking a man for his addiction while their own golden boy Don Jr. can't even keep his eyes open in public photos.
Elon Musk, thank you. Without you, we wouldn't have Hunter Biden lighting up your own platform with truth, humor, and the kind of unscripted humanity MAGA can never fake.
#DarkBrandonJunior #MAGAWhisperer #HunterBiden #SobrietyWins #X #ElonMusk #DemocratsUnited #smokefléét
November 1971. Chiswick, West London.
Erin Pizzey is 32 years old. She is not a lawyer. Not a politician. Not a doctor.
She is a woman who talked Hounslow Council into lending her a cold, rundown building on Belmont Road — a former community hall — for almost nothing. Her original plan was modest. A warm room. A cup of tea. Somewhere for mothers with young children to simply get out of the house.
Then the door opened.
A woman stood in the entrance. She was covered, head to foot, in bruises. She was holding two small children. She was shaking.
She didn't want tea.
She needed somewhere to hide.
Erin let her in. She didn't turn her away. She didn't tell her to call the police.
Because Erin had already called the police. They told her the same thing they told every woman in Britain at the time: they could not enter a private home over a "domestic dispute." That was the law. The home was private. What happened inside it was a family matter.
When Erin contacted a female civil servant to report what she was seeing, the response was astonishing. The woman told her flatly: "There wasn't a problem of battered wives until you made one."
Erin put down the phone. Then she went back to her residents and made sure they were fed.
Within weeks, 40 mothers and children were sleeping in four tiny rooms. No funding. No staff. No legal authority.
She didn't stop.
By 1973, word had spread through quiet whisper networks — one woman telling another, "There is a place. Go to Chiswick. She won't turn you away." That same year, Erin hosted the first National Women's Aid Conference in the UK. Women from across Britain arrived, and they all recognized the same thing at once: what she had built needed to exist everywhere.
In 1974, the council set a maximum of 36 residents. At peak times, 150 women and children were living inside those walls — sleeping on floors, on chairs, in hallways. The building smelled of cooking, fear, and something else entirely: relief.
Erin was taken to court for overcrowding. She appealed all the way to the House of Lords.
She kept the doors open the entire time.
That same year, she wrote a book. Scream Quietly or the Neighbours Will Hear. It was the first published account of domestic violence in British history. It used real stories from real women inside the shelter. Overnight, a problem that had no official name was on front pages from London to New York.
The movement spread. Refuges opened across the UK. Then Australia. Then Canada. Then the United States. The pattern she created in four small rooms in West London — no blueprint, no permission, no funding — had been replicated in hundreds of shelters across the Western world.
MP Jack Ashley stood up in Parliament and said: "It was she who first identified the problem, who first recognised the seriousness of the situation and who first did something practical."
She was ranked 14th in a poll of the 100 women who shook the world. She was awarded the Italian Peace Prize. She received a CBE. The charity she founded — Chiswick Women's Aid, which became Refuge — grew into the largest domestic violence charity in the United Kingdom, with over 460 employees and an annual income of more than £33 million.
Erin Pizzey passed away on October 4, 2025, aged 86.
She never stopped.
It all began with one woman, one borrowed building, and an absolute refusal to say no.
Forty women and children showed up with nowhere to go.
She made room.
Share this if you believe one ordinary person, refusing to look away, can build a shelter that holds the whole world.
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🏳️🌈 Something doesn’t add up. Here is a man who has spent a decade thundering about traditional values, the sanctity of the family, and the absolute importance of being very, very straight, and yet the moment the music starts he cannot stop himself from dancing to YMCA. Not standing politely while it happens. Dancing. Fist pumps, hip sway, the contented strange half-smile.
Now, to be absolutely clear: there is nothing remotely wrong with any of this. Gay bars are probably excellent. Pride parades are a perfectly good time. The problem is not the aesthetic. The problem is spending thirty years actively making life harder for people who live it honestly, while apparently living it yourself at full volume every single Saturday night.
Then there is Vladimir. Vladimir gets the soft eyes. Vladimir gets the wistful sigh across the press conference. Vladimir gets a framed photograph which our hero produces on camera and waltzes around with like a teenager mooning over a Take That poster in 1993. It is, by any objective measure, the most theatrical public crush since Richard Burton discovered Elizabeth Taylor.
And once you start noticing, you simply cannot stop. Look at who actually turns up to the rallies. The tight denim. The cowboy hats worn at the precise angle that says I have thought carefully about this hat. The leather waistcoats. The oiled chests draped in enormous flags. The moustaches. The singlets stretched across arms that have clearly met a gym. The Village People did not invent that aesthetic. They merely documented something that was already very much out there, living its best life in the American heartland. We have the same scene in Europe, naturally, except in Europe it happens inside a venue in Berlin or Vauxhall with a modest cover charge, considerably better lighting, and the crucial difference that everyone involved knows exactly why they are there.
Then come the bromances. Putin. Orban. Bolsonaro. MBS. All photographed in those rugged, slightly unbuttoned, windswept poses that belong on the cover of a paperback novel sold at airport departure lounges. The unironic use of the word daddy. Tucker Carlson travelling to film men gazing meaningfully into the middle distance with their trousers around their ankles, in the sacred name of testosterone recovery. At some point one has to ask what precisely is being recovered, and from what.
Now. It has long been known, by serious people with serious sources, that Putin has something on this man. Something significant. Something that has produced a level of loyalty and submission not seen in Western politics since, well, ever. I am not claiming anything. I am genuinely just asking. But if you were looking for the kind of material that produces that particular combination of devotion and terror in a man of a certain age and a certain documented aesthetic, well. I put it to you that you might not need to look terribly hard.
MAGA is not a political movement. It is the largest, most heavily armed and most magnificently oblivious pride parade in human history, and not one soul has yet found the courage to hand out the programme.
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So let me get this straight.
Jake Tapper is focused on attacking my Mom.
Jared and Ivanka are building a private island paradise on Albanian protected land.
Don Jr married the daughter of Epstein’s banker, and a startup his fund backs just got a record $620M Pentagon loan.
Eric is taking an Israeli drone company public for $1.5B in the middle of a war with Iran that nobody wanted.
And I know: “But what about your paintings, Hunter?”
Please.
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Aaron Parnas reported the folks at the White House are pretty mad at reporters for sharing photos of Donald Trump snoozing. Share, share, share. 😅
Sleepy Donatelli
People are saying that Nigel Farage has asked Elon Musk to ban people from X for sharing this clip of him attacking his crony Robert Jenrick.
Surely free speech champion Nigel Farage isn't that petty? But just in case, THIS is the video that you mustn't download or share
So the guy far left was conveniently nowhere near his NYC skyscraper when all his employees were killed on 9/11.
The guy 2nd from left is an utter c*nt. We will leave it at that.
The fat fuck on the far right needs to get some exercise and lower his cholesterol big time. Plus a head transplant.
The little shit 2nd from right is the Nazi implementing Project 2025 while Trump clowns around on TV distracting you and the media all day long every day.
They are all @WhiteHouse employees. Trump's top team of dumb asses.