Ireland 🇮🇪
This is Irish dancing, it’s known around the world as part of Ireland’s culture, its history, its heritage.
We’re not just going to bow down to the EU and hand that culture over to African migrants who can’t even speak English never mind Irish.
They’ve bitten off more than they can chew in Ireland, there’s a lot of fight left in our little country. Don’t count the Irish out just yet ☘️🇮🇪
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The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
The woman who lied — in her own hand on job applications — about being an American Indian (the closest her DNA came was an ancestor that ROUNDED UP American Indians for the trail of genocide) has jealous thoughts about seizing other people’s earnings.
@brendanmjones@OCAmericans God bless you all and I pray God sends an army of angels to protect you all. Can wait to hear how she’s doing now that she’s home.
I'm too spent to offer much of an update, but she's home. She's where she needs to be. There was one final twist, which I will tell you about later. It might be meaningful down the road and it is mingling my relief with a sense of disquiet. But she's home. Thank God.
“At my direction, the United States Southern Command delivered a swift and lethal kinetic strike to successfully execute Niño Guerrero, the infamous leader of Tren De Aragua, one of the most bloodthirsty Terrorist Organizations on Planet Earth.” - President DONALD J. TRUMP 🇺🇸
Yesterday ended up being a bit deflating, but I remain hopeful that Lucy will be home soon. My attorney actually told me on Thursday that Lucy may have been released as soon as that afternoon, but as Friday afternoon rolled into evening, I started to realize that they weren't going to let her out until Monday at the earliest.
It feels like they are just trying to twist the knife one last time. They may be the case, but I'm not completely sure. It could just be that government is doing what government does all the time: move at the glacial speed of bureaucracy.
That animal welfare check, however, seemed perfectly timed to send us a message - we may have won this round, but they aren't going to stop.
Using social media to expose their machinations to the light is good, but I plan to start taking concrete, legal steps to stop this bullying on Monday.
The law in this country should not be a tool to advance only the interests of the well-connected.
It's frustrating as we go into this weekend, but I look to Monday for good news.
Meanwhile, #SaveLucy is still trending.
I had an unpleasant dream, which I will write about today as a way to introduce the other great dog of my life, Teddy, to you all later on today.
This is how I woke up. Does it get any better?
But Lucy woke up in a jail cell, as she has every morning for six weeks.
#SaveLucy
When this began, I had 3,000 followers. Most had just followed me after I followed them. Now I have 10,000 and I keep getting rate limited on the follow backs. Thank you all!
With the #SaveLucy community going away tomorrow, I just set up a new profile for @SaveLucyTheDog.
@Aric333@AntiLeftMemes@MikeProof No other President had to get projects to WH approved, not even for a worthless basketball court. Why should Trump for something so obviously beneficial to presidents in the future. Especially when we have a party who thinks murder is the answer to partisan differences.
@snowyxq1@f39612 No, she attractive physically, though can’t compare to the current First Lady. She unfortunately, is awful inside. So much bitterness.
The DA needs to let Lucy come home. She's done more time than many accused murderers. This is already grossly disproportionate to whatever happened last month - an event over in seconds, that hurt nobody, and occurred entirely in my own yard.
My own damn yard.
She wants this to blow over, but I will not let it. I. WILL. NOT. LET. IT. Not until Lucy is home and the charges are dropped.
She no doubt feels like the victim here. I'm sure she doesn't like the bad PR. But there's one victim here: Lucy. The DA can make all of this end by making the right decision to exercise prosecutorial discretion and drop the case.
Only a handful of Stasi-like creeps support continued prosecution of this case. It is a 99 to 1 issue.
99 to 1.
#SaveLucy
@Herb_Minstrel@LoneStarChica@catturd2@KennedyNation@SaraGonzalesTX@TomiLahren@jjauthor
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When we moved here, our neighbors just thought we were a family of rednecks. We're not, but I do like me some outlaw country.
I made a video to go with the great song about Lucy that @music29933 wrote yesterday.
Follow him👆
#SaveLucy
@RobR49172@LoneStar_PAC Nothing Talarico has said has been a teaching of Jesus. He is using Jesus name while outright saying things contrary to Jesus’ teaching. That is blasphemy. Take his statements and search your bible. He is deceiving people who have never read their Bibles.
Army veteran Brendan Jones rescued his dog from ISIS territory over a decade ago. Now, 11-year-old Lucy sits in an animal shelter after authorities removed her from the family's farm over a neighbor dispute.
'We're hoping that her life is bookended by miracles. One to get her here, to save her from the Islamic State, and one to get her out of the hands of our own state,' the heartbroken family said.