What an absolute disgrace! Albanese just signed a 10-year pact with Zelenskyy at the UN and another $60 million for Ukraine going toward energy, protective equipment, and humanitarian aid. Total now $1.9 billion.
More money for the globalists while our own people struggle with the cost of living.
Australia has been described as the largest single-country importer of oil products refined from Russian crude.
Don’t tell Zelensky.
Lidl has put peas in the beef and written High Protein on the front.
The pea is hidden in a little black box, in a font you need a suspicious nature to read.
It isn't a pea. It's the beige powder left after yellow split peas are milled and soaked in alkali. Vegan shakes are made from it. It tastes of a wet cupboard and it costs a fraction of mince.
It's short of methionine. Beef isn't. So the 37g on the front is a bigger number doing a smaller job.
The cow spent 2 years turning plants into beef. Lidl has put the plants back in.
They took the fat out too. The flavour, the vitamins and the fullness left before the pea arrived. Food removed, crop added, and the word for that is High.
Nobody in a gym has ever read past High.
The reason isn't hidden. Lidl promised a quarter of its protein would be plant based by 2030. The meat-free aisle went grey. So the peas are going into the beef, where the customers are.
In Holland the same mince is already 40% pea. Britain hasn't been told its number.
Tesco printed Meat & Veg on the box in 2019. Dead in a year. Lidl moved the veg to the back.
Buy the ugly 20% mince with one ingredient. The animal already ate the peas.
Before CPR, people tried to revive drowning victims by blowing tobacco smoke into their anuses.
It sounds like a joke, but in 18th-century Europe, the tobacco smoke enema was treated as a serious medical intervention.
When someone was pulled unconscious from the Thames, rescuers were encouraged to warm and rub the body, stimulate the nose with smelling salts, provide artificial respiration, and, in some cases, insert a pipe into the rectum and pump tobacco smoke into the intestines.
The reasoning seemed plausible at the time: tobacco was believed to stimulate the body, restore warmth, and “awaken” someone who appeared to be dead.
In London, the practice became so accepted that public rescue kits were placed along the River Thames during the late 1700s. These kits reportedly contained equipment such as bellows, pipes, tobacco, and instructions for attempting resuscitation.
The procedure was promoted by organizations including the Society for the Recovery of Persons Apparently Drowned, founded in 1774 and later renamed the Royal Humane Society.
But there was one major problem:
There was no reliable evidence that it worked.
Worse, nicotine can be absorbed through the rectal lining. Instead of reviving a drowning victim, the treatment could cause nicotine poisoning, severe cardiovascular effects, seizures, or death.
By the early 19th century, experiments increasingly exposed tobacco’s dangerous effects on the heart, and the practice gradually disappeared as medical understanding improved.
The strange history of the tobacco smoke enema reveals something important about medicine:
Treatments do not become safe or effective simply because respected physicians recommend them. They need evidence.
And sometimes, the line between “medical innovation” and “terrible idea” only becomes obvious in hindsight.
So yes, the phrase “blowing smoke up someone’s…” has a remarkably literal historical connection.
SHOCKING WHISTLEBLOWER: RN Kimberly Overton Exposes the TRUTH
"Patients did NOT die of COVID. They were KILLED by hospital protocols — REMDESIVIR, VENTILATORS, and the denial of life-saving treatments. Ventilators are the new GAS CHAMBERS."
"I worked ICU during the pandemic... I could not watch one more of my patients needlessly die due to DEADLY hospital protocols."
No bodies piling up at homes or on streets — they were dying INSIDE hospitals from medical mismanagement and a corrupt system.
This wasn't a virus. It was PROTOCOL MURDER.
Until about 1970 every kitchen in Britain and America made its own cooking fat, and the skill was so ordinary that nobody noticed it being taken off them.
In Britain the butcher swept the white trimmings off the block and wrapped them in with your joint for nothing. They went into a heavy pan on the lowest gas, and an hour later the whole street knew. The crackling scraps were salted and handed to whichever child was nearest. The fat went through a sieve into a basin, set white by morning, and ran the week: fried bread, chips, roast potatoes, pastry.
In America it was a can by the stove with a strainer in the lid. Every morning the bacon grease went in, and tomorrow's eggs came out of it. On the farm, hog killing filled the cellar with lard until the next November.
In 1942 Washington asked housewives to carry their kitchen grease to the butcher to be made into explosives, and paid them by the pound. No government could run that campaign now. There is nothing in the kitchen to collect.
What those women were making is what you are made of.
Your brain is about 60% fat. The wall of every cell is built from it. Your hormones are built from cholesterol. Vitamins A, D, E and K dissolve in fat and in nothing else. A mother's milk gets half its energy from fat, and nature is not in the habit of poisoning infants.
You carry an organ, the gallbladder, with no job except handling fat. Nobody has one for bran.
And when your body makes fat from scratch, it makes the same two kinds that fill a dripping basin. It has never once made a drop of soybean oil.
Two things ended it. Washington in 1977 and London in 1984 told the public to cut the fat. Then supermarkets began selling meat ready trimmed, so the raw material was removed at a plant before it reached a kitchen. You cannot render what you are not sold.
That fat now goes to a rendering plant, and a good part of it becomes diesel. Rapeseed oil, which spent a century as engine lubricant, is in the frying pan.
We put the dripping in the truck and the engine oil in the children.
Getting it back takes one afternoon.
- Ask a butcher for beef or pork fat trimmings
- Cut small, heavy pan, splash of water, lowest heat
- 2 hours. It should murmur and never smoke
- Strain it hot into a jar
- Salt the scraps and eat them standing up
Fry an egg in it tomorrow and try to remember why anybody stopped.