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Live in Barnet Borough,UK., like motorbikes, running and computers.
🚨BREAKING: The United States government has sent official condolences to the family of Henry Nowak and the people of the United Kingdom
The US cares more than Keir Starmer.
I find it beyond diabolically hilarious to be attacked on my looks, my hair my makeup my everything because I speak on the FAILURE of the Democrat party.
I was a Democrat. I was raised to believe the democrat party was there for the working families and for “black and brown families“. That was a complete lie, and once I started looking into policies and the laws that are being passed under the umbrella of Latino/Chicano/immigrants. I saw clearly how we have been used for their bullshit.
Latino/Chicano Families have conservative values. We believe in God, family and hard work and have been fooled to believe that our loyalty belongs with Democrats. Fuck that shit. The only party I’m loyal to is my family.
For those I tried to berate me or call me names or insult me. You should know I don’t give a fuck. Come shut me up.
"Today I adopted a human. It broke my heart to see him so lonely and confused. And suddenly I got his teary eyes to meet mine. I don't like the smell of sad. I wanted to jump on him so bad. He spoke to me with cuteness and I knew it, I had to rescue him!, that human needed me. So I bark with all my strength, I followed him blocks and blocks.
I got close, I could smell his hands. The human smiled for an instant and when he took me in his arms, I started to feel his ice cream heart warmed. I approached his cheeks and felt a tear roll on them. I looked at him deeply and his response was a brilliant smile. I jumped excited into his arms, I promised to behave, love him forever and never part with his side.
How lucky he was to go through that block, down that street and I feel lucky too.
There were so many people walking around and no one was looking at me. All worried, all in their troubles. Glad no one else chose me Today I saved a life. Today I adopted a human 🐾 🐕
We had been in the shelter forty minutes, two old people who didn't really know what we were doing there, when the young woman ran the scanner over the back of the dog's neck to finish the paperwork — and her face changed, and she looked up, and she asked, very carefully, what our last name was.
I'll tell it in order, because the order is the whole thing.
My name is Frank. My wife is Carol. We're both seventy, married since we were nineteen, and three months before that morning we buried our only child.
Our son Michael was forty-five. A big, healthy man who ran every morning and ate his vegetables and had a heart attack at his kitchen counter on a Tuesday in March, with his coffee still warm. By the time the paramedics came there was nothing to do.
For three months after, our house was a tomb. We are people who raised a boy in those rooms and then grew old in them, and now the rooms were just rooms, and the quiet had a weight to it. We'd sit in the evenings with the television on low, neither of us watching, both of us waiting for a sound that was never coming — a car in the drive, a key, a big voice calling "Ma? Dad?" the way our son had called it for twenty years.
It was Carol who said it first, one night in June. "I can't stand the quiet anymore, Frank. I think we need a dog. Just something alive in the house."
So that Saturday we drove to the county shelter out past the highway — a place we'd never been in our lives — with no plan and no idea. Two grieving old people hoping something with a heartbeat might make the house less empty.
We didn't pick a dog for any sensible reason. I want to be clear about that, because of what came after. We didn't research breeds. We had no requirements. We just walked down the row, and most of the dogs barked and jumped and Carol flinched at the noise — and then near the end there was a Border Collie dog, five years old, sitting very still at the front of his run, watching us come.
He didn't bark.
He watched us walk up. And when we stopped, his ears came forward and his tail moved once, slow, against the concrete, and Carol said in a voice I hadn't heard in three months, "Oh, Frank. This one."
We told the girl we wanted him. We filled out the forms at the counter, and the dog sat beside us the whole time, calm, leaning the smallest bit against Carol's leg while she signed her name.
Then she said she just needed to scan his chip to finish.
She ran the reader over his neck.
The screen lit up with a name, and she read it, and she stopped, and she turned strange, and she asked our last name.
I said it. "Brennan."
She looked at the screen, and looked at us, and looked at the dog leaning on my wife, and her eyes filled, and she turned the little reader around so we could see it.
There was a name on it. The registered owner.
Michael Brennan.
And a phone number I knew by heart, because for twenty years I'd called it every week, and for three months I hadn't been able to delete it.
Our son's name. On a dog we had picked at random, in a shelter we'd never set foot in, twenty minutes from the house where we raised him.
If you have ever walked into a room by accident and found the thing you'd lost — please, read what my wife did when she got down on the floor and said his name.
Former Home Secretary Jack Straw has tonight warned police “anti-racism” guidelines have “gone too far” since he oversaw the Stephen Lawrence Inquiry.
The dam is breaking.
The pushback against DEI woke madness is coming — albeit 10 years after many of us warned about it.
My husband has always stood for a simple truth:
💥All Lives Matter 💥
For daring to say it, he was branded a racist, smeared, and hounded by the cancel culture mob.
On BBC Question Time, he described Britain as a warm and welcoming country and rightly called out Sainsbury’s for its divisive, race based staff segregation in the wake of George Floyd.
Every word he spoke was correct. Yet speaking the truth turned his life upside down. The tribal outrage machine came for him with every slur, every “-ist” and “-phobic” label they could hurl, all designed to ruin his life.
They failed.
Truth may come at a heavy price, but it endures. So does he.
No amount of false defaming racist slurs will change the fact that:
ALL LIVES MATTER.
A mother's world was turned upside down after learning that her son, 23-year-old Dominic Dubas, had been critically injured in a hit-and-run while visiting Austin with friends.
Dominic, an active-duty U.S. Air Force firefighter stationed in Alaska, had simply gone out to get something to eat before the tragedy occurred. Authorities believe he was struck while walking, and the driver fled, leaving him severely injured on the road.
His family says Dominic suffered devastating brain and spinal injuries and underwent emergency surgery. He is currently on life support, and doctors have warned that even the most hopeful outcome could involve a lifetime of intensive care.
Remembered as a dedicated serviceman with a generous heart, Dominic had been preparing for a transfer to Maryland and was excited about the future ahead. Now, his family is asking the public for help, hoping someone knows what happened and can help bring accountability and answers.
PC Jay Wakefield @SurreyPolice, who ran towards a burning vehicle, forced his way inside and rescued an unconscious driver moments before the car exploded, has been nominated for this year’s #PoliceBravery awards sponsored by @PoliceMutual 👏🚔
Read more:
https://t.co/mX5WF0XBFH
What a brilliant put down of @sainsburys Makes you wonder who in the company they pay to come up with these pathetic plans. Do they think it makes them see ‘on message’ !!!!
A Simple Act of Kindness
I was sitting in my police car, typing a report, when a woman walked up and asked if she could talk to me.
I said, “Of course,” and got out of my car.
The first thing she said was, “Your life matters to me.”
She told me, “I don’t see you as just a ‘white cop.’ I see you as a person… We are all human, and we are all the same.”
Then she asked, “Can I give you a hug?”
I said yes, and we hugged.
I told her, “Your life matters to me too.”
We stood there talking for about twenty minutes—not as a police officer and a citizen, not as a cop and a Black woman. Just two people having a conversation.
Before she left, she handed me a small Bible and said, “I will be praying for you.”
We need more people like her in this world. ❤️
Credit: John Rinn
A Simple Act of Kindness
I was sitting in my police car, typing a report, when a woman walked up and asked if she could talk to me.
I said, “Of course,” and got out of my car.
The first thing she said was, “Your life matters to me.”
She told me, “I don’t see you as just a ‘white cop.’ I see you as a person… We are all human, and we are all the same.”
Then she asked, “Can I give you a hug?”
I said yes, and we hugged.
I told her, “Your life matters to me too.”
We stood there talking for about twenty minutes—not as a police officer and a citizen, not as a cop and a Black woman. Just two people having a conversation.
Before she left, she handed me a small Bible and said, “I will be praying for you.”
We need more people like her in this world. ❤️
Credit: John Rinn
An important post to share please - it concerns an ex-police officer (PC Christi Hill) who has been incorrectly named all over social media as one of the officers involved in the Henry Nowak case.
I need someone to explain to me how EVERY SINGLE VOTE that comes in "late" to California...
...nearly 100% of them...
Go to ANYONE but Spencer Pratt.
How the hell does that happen?
Isn't that LITERALLY impossible?!!!!
🚨 WOW! Secretary Rubio is taking NO BS from Dem Rep. Ted Lieu, he keeps DESTROYING them
LIEU: Trump can't even stay awake during meetings!
RUBIO: He's NOT falling asleep
LIEU: YOU'RE LYING
RUBIO: Is this a JOKE!? This is a Foreign Affairs Committee you're asking about SLEEP [...] Absurd and ridiculous. I can't believe we're in a Foreign Affairs Committee with questions about someone who thinks he's a MEDICAL EXPERT when he's NOT! We HAD a cognitively impaired president for 4 years. THIS president is a guy that literally DOESN'T sleep, works long hours every day. I talk to him day and night, HE WORKS INHUMANE HOURS. I've been on trips where he doesn't sleep the whole flight, he's wandering the hallways to wake people up and talk to! He has an INCREDIBLE amount of energy.
He's so good.
Disingenuous.
I was the Home Secretary who first called out two tier policing.
And what did a Conservative PM do?
Sack me.
The Conservative Party should be apologising to the nation, instead of criticising the only party that speaks for the British people.
It’s exactly why I left that rotten party.
@AllisonPearson@MalHay Remember Gillian Duffy in 2010 labelled publicly a bigoted woman by Gordon Brown ( he didn't know he had an open mike) just because she suggested immigration might be a problem. Older long term @UKLabour voter, a bigoted woman 🤔