I can’t believe what I’m seeing!
A clip of young school girls is used to encourage migrant men to come to the United Kingdom.
250,000 British girls abused by organized gangs.
Who thought this was a good idea?
This makes me sick!
Ban complicit UK politicians from entering the USA. Deny their visa applications. We should not associate with such people. We did it with the mass gang-rape monsters during the Serbia/Bosnia conflict. What’s the real difference between Starmer and Milosevic?
A few of you will know that I am one of the girls who contributed evidence to the @rapeganginquiry report released earlier today.
I initially hid my identity because I never intended to speak about it in public or for anyone to know the horror of what I experienced.
But I feel it is now time that people understood what is driving me so hard in this fight.
I don’t need to go into details. I’m sure everyone gets the gist by now. I believe the time for talking is done; now is the time for action.
The GE 2029 is the last real opportunity we have to save our country and ensure the protection and preservation of our people.
A @RestoreBritain government will reverse the damage done to our society by repealing destructive laws, shunning ideological obscenities, and deporting those who seek to do us harm.
And this is just for starters.
It is therefore incumbent on every British man and woman to now stand and defend our nation by backing the only political solution we have left.
If we stay united in this, if we stay focused and undeterred, there is no doubt in my mind about what comes next.
We will win.
And together, as a nation, we will @RestoreBritain. 🫡 🇬🇧
If we read that this was happening in some third world country, the US would at the very least implement a trade embargo with such a government that supported the mass rapes of its own people. But its the UK and it will be brushed aside for more pressing matters like Digital ID and arresting Tommy Robinson
Everything on this table, the big companies are going to try to replicate in 3 to 5 years.
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The wind changed, the air grew heavy, and the sky above my neighbor’s house began to pulse with an unholy light. Gary responded by carrying out two chairs and offering me one.
The sky was green-black. The trees had gone silent in the way trees do before they regret things. My instinct, refined by eight hundred years of sensible ancestors, said: walls. Now.
Gary said: "You want lemonade? It's about to get good."
About to get GOOD. The storm was not a threat to Gary. It was programming.
"Should we not go inside?" I asked.
"And miss this? Nah."
So I sat. On a porch. Facing the enemy. The thunder rolled in from the west and Gary rated it. "That one was decent." Lightning split the sky into rivers and Gary said, "There you go," the way one encourages a shy performer.
In my land, a storm is endured. Shutters closed, candles ready, family gathered in the innermost room. Here, the storm is a visiting theater troupe, the porch is front-row seating, and attendance is a point of pride.
The rain hit the street like applause. The wind sent a trash can lid rolling down the block and Gary said, "That's Pete's," with no further commentary.
"You are not afraid?" I asked.
"Of what? It's just weather. If it gets real bad, we'll head in."
Gets REAL bad. So there is a line. Gary knows where it is. Eight generations of porch-sitting have taught his blood the exact difference between a show and a siege. I do not have this knowledge.
I have Gary.
A storm does not ask for an audience. It draws one anyway, and does its finest work.
I have purchased a porch chair. It sits beside Gary's. When the sky turns green now, I do not hide.
I attend.
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United Airlines offered a similar rare lifetime first-class deal in 1990 to Tom Stuker (for him + companion). No major airline currently sells new lifetime unlimited first-class passes.
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i regret to inform you that personal growth rarely comes from acquiring new knowledge and almost always from:
•getting humiliated
•showing up terrified and doing it anyway
•admitting you might be the problem
The @NHC_Atlantic has upgraded again to a 60% probability of Tropical Cyclone development. If this is the case we could see Tropical Storm #Arthur for a short period. Significant flash flooding will be a big hazard to keep your eyes on. I am on the Gulf Coast covering this threat.
@MyRadarWX
#txwx
30 traits of Narcissism:
1. Lack of Empathy
2. Grandiose
3. Entitled
4. Manipulative
5. Angry and Rageful
6. Paranoid
7. Hypersensitive
8. Jealous
9. Lack of Guilt / Lack of Insight
10. Needs Constant Admiration and Validation
11. Lying
12. Everything is a Show
13. Projection
14. Greedy
15. Emotionally Cold
16. Gaslighting (leaves you feeling as if you are “losing your mind”)
17. Cheap
18. Never Takes Responsibility
19. Vain
20. Controlling
21. Unpredictable
22. Takes Advantage of Others (or you) on a Regular Basis
23. Engages in Schaedenfraude (Reveling in Others’ Misery)
24. Does not like to be alone
25. Poor Boundaries
26. Infidelity
27. Doesn’t Listen
28. Fragile
29. Careless
30. Seductive
- Leading Psychology
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I requested a simple band of rubber from my host. She gestured to a drawer, and the very gesture told me everything I needed to know about American chaos.
One drawer. Every household. Always in the kitchen, and it holds the same things in every home in the nation: batteries of unknown charge. Rubber bands. A screwdriver too short for any screw. Birthday candles. Soy sauce packets. Three pens, one of which works. And a key.
The key is the part I cannot release. I have now surveyed eleven households. ALL have the key. NONE know what it opens.
"What does this open?" I asked Sue, holding it up.
"No idea. Been there since we moved in."
"Then why keep it?"
She looked at me as if I had proposed burning a shrine. "You can't throw away a KEY."
She is right. I felt it the moment she said it. A key answers to a lock somewhere. To discard it is to abandon a door you may never find. Eleven households, each guarding one orphaned promise, between the candles and the takeout menus.
In Japan, we made a national art of putting things in their proper place. I assumed the junk drawer was that art's absence. Wrong. The junk drawer IS the proper place — for things whose place has not yet been revealed. Not disorder. Faith, with a handle.
I confess my crime. I once organized Dale's junk drawer while waiting for him. Small bins. Categories. He opened it, stood silent, and said, "Where's the thing?" He could not name the thing. He knew only that it could no longer be found. I had alphabetized a treasure map. We do not speak of it.
The drawer does not need order. It needs to be opened with hope, and closed with acceptance.
I keep a junk drawer of my own now. This week it accepted a battery, a twist tie, and a key I found in the yard. I do not know what the key opens.
Into the drawer it goes. Someday, the door will announce itself.
I have a ten year old Doberman named Drago. Over the past decade I’ve bought him every toy you can buy. None of them lasted a day. He ripped them all to shreds.
A week ago I was at Target and saw a stuffed lamb (might be a sheep I have no idea) for sale. Bought it for Drago, expected it to last ten minutes.
I’m not sure if he thinks it’s his kid or what but he has not only not destroyed it, he brings it everywhere. When he eats, he brings it to his bowl. When he goes outside, he takes it. I’m fairly certain that if I tried to take it from him he would kill me. 😂
A young man, whose name I would learn was Kyle, approached our table and made a vow of service so profound I nearly drew my wakizashi.
"Hey guys! I'm Kyle, and I'll be taking care of you tonight."
Taking care of us. Tonight. An open-ended pledge of protection, made to complete strangers, within ten seconds of meeting them.
In my land, such words come after years. A retainer earns the right to say them through winters of loyalty. Kyle said them while handing out menus.
I rose. I returned the courtesy. "Kyle. Your service is accepted. Our house will not forget."
"Awesome. Can I start you guys off with some waters?"
He did not flinch. A vow of fealty, formally answered, and his only concern was our hydration. The discipline of this nation's servants is extraordinary.
And he DID take care of us. He came when summoned. He came when not summoned. He noticed an empty glass from across the room — across the ROOM — and resolved it without being asked. My ancestors kept retainers less attentive than this college student.
When the meal ended, I gripped his shoulder.
"Kyle. Tonight, you guarded this table well."
"Ha, no worries. I'll be right back with the check."
There it was. The check. Even loyalty has a term, and the term was tonight, and tonight was ending.
I confess I felt the parting. One evening of service, and I, an old fool, was moved.
Loyalty is not measured in years. Sometimes it is one evening, given completely.
I left a tip worthy of the oath. Thirty percent, and a bow.
Kyle, wherever you serve tonight — that table is fortunate, and it does not know it.
Most people don't understand what truly matters in life until they go through a life-threatening experience, or watch someone they love go through one.
I say this from a point of respect, Robert
You and Jil have been through the wringer and I know you mean well.
But I really don’t appreciate being called out on your Substack for questioning the MAHA limited EUAs to see this the following week.
Many people who called into question the early signals of MAHA capture were
alienated and they were right to yell loud and early. Feels like @DrJBhattacharya 2.0.
@MaryBowdenMD and @DrJackKruse called it before it happened.
I stopped engaging when I saw MAHA has zero capacity to defend @TracyBethHoeg, @MartyMakary , @VPrasadMDMPH , and YOU/ACIP.
Helping MAHA has become Self immolation at the wrong zip code.
If IT can dump the richest guy in the world over doge, MAHA is only being tolerated until a better offer emerges from Pharma.
I hope I’m wrong and I wish you and Jill the best. I really do.
Peace