@digidavey Clement Attlee reportedly had 'no charisma', either, but look at the progressive transformation he oversaw. I don't need charismatic politicians one bit.
You really couldn't make this stuff up!
Protesters in Dublin, Ireland, threw milk cartons at Joe Biden and chanted, “Blood, blood, blood on your hands!”
It comes as Trinity College Dublin handed Hunter Biden a gold medal for an "outstanding contribution to public discourse," and in doing so, proved how thoroughly out of touch our academic and political elites have become.
This is a man whose entire public existence is defined by nepotism. In 2014, with no experience in Ukrainian corporate governance, he took a lucrative board seat at Burisma while his father directed American policy in the region.
Joe Biden then got the Ukrainians to sack their own minister, who was conducting corruption allegations into the company and his son...and bragged about it.
Hunter spent years evading taxes, lied on a federal firearms form, and when the law finally caught up with him, his father abused the power of the American presidency to grant him a blanket pardon.
To reward that record with an academic honour is not an oversight. It is a class protecting its own.
While the establishment applauded inside, ordinary people stood outside in the rain to protest the Biden administration's complicity in the destruction of Gaza.
Milk was thrown; arrests followed. The contrast was complete: luxury and back-slapping within, reality and dissent on the pavement.
The modern meritocracy does not reward wisdom or courage; it rewards proximity to power, and then expects the public to respect the spectacle.
You couldn't invent satire this absurd.
I admit that I completely broke down today. I cried uncontrollably. I couldn’t hold myself together after witnessing what I saw with my own eyes.
Today, we went to film a journalistic report inside the displacement tents along the seashore. I swear, what we witnessed was beyond what any human being should have to endure.
I saw men crying bitterly. Men I had never seen cry when they lost their children or when their homes were destroyed. Today, I saw them crying because they were powerless to do the simplest thing: protect their children from the water and the cold.
We spoke to families who told us they had spent the entire night carrying their children in their arms after floodwater covered the floors of their tents and soaked their mattresses. They couldn’t find a single dry place to put their children. They couldn’t even give them a few hours of sleep.
I saw children no older than five, without proper clothes to protect them from the cold, without heating, and without a dry place to sleep. Children shivering inside tents that cannot keep out the rain, protect them from the wind, or provide even the most basic sense of safety.
What more must happen for this world to act? How much more suffering must people endure before someone remembers that they are human beings?
I am sick of this world. I am sick of its hypocrisy and empty slogans. To hell with a world that talks endlessly about human rights while leaving children to drown inside their tents. To hell with everyone who has witnessed this suffering and chosen silence, and to hell with the governments and institutions that have the power to act but continue to turn their backs on us.