🇬🇧🌺 THEY FOUGHT SIDE BY SIDE. THEY DIED SIDE BY SIDE. WE REMEMBER THEM TOGETHER.
War doesn't just take human lives.
Millions of horses, dogs, mules, pigeons and other animals were sent into conflicts they could never understand.
They carried the wounded, transported supplies, delivered vital messages and stood alongside our servicemen and women through unimaginable conditions.
Many never returned.
They didn't choose to go to war. They simply served alongside those who did.
This Remembrance, we honour every fallen serviceman and woman, and the countless animals who suffered and died alongside them.
❤️ Different lives. Shared sacrifice. Never forgotten.
🇬🇧🌺 WE WILL REMEMBER THEM ALL.
Lest We Forget.
Hola, soy palestino. 🇵🇸
Y como la honestidad es poco común en mi política, permítanme confesar algunas cosas.
1947. La ONU me ofreció un estado. Junto a Israel. Fronteras, independencia, reconocimiento. Dije que no. Mis líderes prometieron que la guerra "arrojaría a los judíos al mar". En cambio, lo perdí todo y lo llamaron catástrofe. No porque no me ofrecieran un estado, sino porque lo rechacé.
1948–2025. Los estados árabes podrían haberme integrado, dado derechos, pasaportes, dignidad. En cambio, me encerraron en campos de refugiados durante generaciones, para que siguiera siendo un arma contra Israel. Construyeron palacios para ellos y cárceles para mí. Me usaron como propaganda, no como personas.
1967. Tras otra guerra perdida, podría haber construido un estado en Cisjordania y Gaza. En cambio, insistí en "ni paz, ni reconocimiento, ni negociaciones". Tres noes. Cincuenta años después, sigo sin Estado. Resulta que el rechazo no paga el alquiler.
Oslo, década de 1990. Israel dijo: «Intentémoslo». Me dio autonomía. Armas para la policía. Miles de millones en ayuda. ¿Qué hicieron mis líderes? Robaron el dinero, armaron milicias y lanzaron una intifada. Atentados suicidas en lugar de escuelas. Cohetes en lugar de fábricas.
Gaza, 2005. Israel se fue por completo. Sin colonos, sin soldados. Tuve la oportunidad de convertir Gaza en un Singapur mediterráneo. Voté por Hamás. La convirtieron en Mogadiscio junto al mar. ¿Miles de millones en ayuda? Túneles, cohetes y palacios para sus líderes, mientras mi gente come comida enlatada en la oscuridad.
¿Democracia? No he tenido elecciones en casi 20 años. Hamás mata a los disidentes en Gaza. Fatah los encarcela en Cisjordania. Mis líderes cancelan elecciones porque están demasiado ocupados luchando por el poder.
Religión. En lugar de construir un futuro, pongo a clérigos en televisión enseñando a los niños a odiar a los judíos. Glorifico a los "mártires" que hacen estallar autobuses. Crío a mis hijos con canciones de sangre y fuego en lugar de libros y ciencia. Cambio la esperanza por la guerra santa.
Mundo árabe. Los regímenes árabes me llaman "hermano". Pero pregúntenles cuántos palestinos pueden vivir libremente en Líbano, Siria, Egipto o Kuwait. Me excluyen, pero celebran mi muerte, porque mi muerte es su excusa.
Absurdo. Sigo diciendo que quiero "construir un estado". E irónicamente, justo al lado está Israel: el vecino que construyó una democracia próspera, una potencia tecnológica, granjas en el desierto, ciudades de polvo. Sin petróleo, sin riqueza infinita, solo coraje. Podría haber aprendido, copiado, colaborado. En cambio, elegí la envidia y la rabia.
Obsesión antijudía. Podría haber aceptado a los judíos como vecinos. Podría haber dicho: "Dos naciones, dos estados". En cambio, repito: "Del río al mar". En lugar de exhibir el honor, la hospitalidad y la rica cultura árabe, mostré solo la cultura de la espada: la ira, el extremismo y la sangre. En lugar de gritar salaam (paz) a los israelíes, grité muerte a los judíos. Y luego finjo sorprenderme cuando los israelíes no confían en mí, cuando están enojados, decepcionados y convencidos de que no quiero coexistencia en absoluto.
Responsabilidad. Culpo a Israel de todo. Siempre. ¿Mis líderes roban miles de millones? Culpa de Israel. ¿Hamás dispara cohetes desde hospitales? Culpa de Israel. ¿Glorifico la muerte más que la vida? Culpa de Israel. La responsabilidad no es mi fuerte.
Soy palestino.
Podría haber construido una nación, muchas veces. Elegí el rechazo, la corrupción y la guerra sin fin. Podría haber vivido en paz con Israel, pero elegí vivir a la sombra de su destrucci��n.
Así que sí, soy una víctima. Pero con demasiada frecuencia, soy víctima de mis propios líderes, de mis propias decisiones y de mi propia negativa a abandonar el odio.
Y esa, querido lector, es la tragedia que nadie quiere admitir.
Should the Province of Alberta cease to be part of Canada and become an independent state?
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🇨🇦What is Alberta?🇨🇦
I was looking at the questions on the referendum ballot, and one of them asks whether Alberta should remain a province of Canada.
I found myself asking: were we ever really a province?
I say no.
We're a territory with a participation ribbon.
When did we become a province?
Meaning equal to all others.
Not just equal in law, but equal in practice.
Not in 1905, when Ottawa carved us out of the Northwest Territories without asking the people who lived here.
Territorial Premier Frederick Haultain had proposed one large province called Buffalo, covering what became Alberta and Saskatchewan, arguing it would give the West a voice in Ottawa.
Wilfrid Laurier rejected it and split the territory into two smaller provinces instead, two that would be easier to control than one that could rival Ontario.
Not in 1982, when the Constitution was rewritten and the one chance to fix the imbalance came and went.
Lougheed won a few concessions, sure, but the Senate stayed stacked, the Commons stayed tilted, and the amendment formula locked it all in.
The amendment formula makes it permanent. Most changes need seven provinces with half the population, but the Senate, the Commons, and the Supreme Court require all ten provinces to agree.
Sp the very things that keep Alberta on the outside are the things that can never be fixed without the provinces that benefit from them agreeing to give that up, rendering Alberta's problems in Confederation permanently unfixable.
If that's the way it is, then perhaps the way forward for Alberta is "so be it," because we were always on the outside anyways.
A couple historical quotes tell the story.
"The people of the North West are allowed but a degree more control of their affairs than the serfs of Siberia."
Frank Oliver, Edmonton Bulletin, 1885.
"We all desire, every patriotic Canadian desires, that the great trade of the prairie shall go to enrich our own people in the east, to build up the factories and the workshops of eastern Canada, and to contribute in every legitimate way to its prosperity."
Clifford Sifton, Minister of the Interior, 1904.
For those who are unaware or curious, start here:
PEI has about 183,000 people and 4 senators, roughly 46,000 people per senator.
Alberta has about 5 million people and 6 senators, roughly 850,000 people per senator.
A resident of PEI gets about 18 times the senatorial representation of an Albertan.
Our vote rarely matters at all, and everything is dictated to us from the East, who doesn't understand us.
We were never let in, yet we are told to sit here, close our mouths, and accept our situation in a nation that has never allowed us a full say in our own affairs.
Then we are called vicious names and traitors by our own countrymen for simply wanting change and to preserve our future, in a post-national state that refuses to answer to us.
And in this post-national state with no core identity, what is it that we're supposed to identify with?
It should also be noted that it was two Liberal judges appointed by David Lametti that squashed the separation question and turned it into a referendum on a referendum.
You see, it's not all about pipelines.
Alberta's historical grievances go back more than a hundred and forty years.
It didn't all start in 1905.
Some things never change, I suppose...
until you change them.
Vote option 2 on October 19th.
#AlbertaIndependence 🤠
We should have abolished reservations and this idea of tribal land. Each native should have been given land that stays in that persons family in perpetuity, and then we should have been done.
Instead, tribal lands, reservations, the Rez, have been the worst places on Earth to have been a child or female.
Rape, incest, predation, neglect and child abuse, alcoholism, drug addiction, abandonment, murder, violent assault, domestic violence; no child or youth was spared being witness to this grim experience in their tribal homes.
Statistics dont lie. No one hates their women more than native men.
The residential schools were much safer.
That was one of the main reasons for residential schools and the 60’s Scoop, get the children away from the dangerous and predatory reserve life. Many mothers who sent their children to residential schools knew this.
This is the truth that must be reconciled. The Whites have paid their dues in triplicate. No more tribute, no more money, no more land.
The natives have to raise themselves up. Blaming the Whites is over. The children of today should not be tax slaves to pay tens of billions of dollars in annual tributes to a culture that has been so barbaric to women, children, that had slaves, were in constant warfare before the establishment of Canada, that invented nothing, that received the benefits of every technological advance at no cost to these “indigenous” who gladly -eagerly- abandon their ancient traditions for every benefit of European/Canadian invention and wonder.
👀 The Liberal govt has finally acknowledged there is no legal definition of an “assault-style firearm,” while RCMP says it does not specifically track crimes committed with the very category of firearms Ottawa has spent years prohibiting and buying back. https://t.co/mS2hMs1s22