The Beatles said it best.. All we need is love love, and love is all we need.. So much hate these days most would agree.. Never seen this world so nasty as just recently. We need to turn this around folks but hate gets all the glory now especially with the main stream media
@lesstenny And vilifying an elder statesman who voices the concerns of more than a third of the population will lessen the hate? Just asking for a friend🙃😆
It's gone too far, Clare. We have African machete gangs, Muslims demanding loud speaker prayers and arranging child marriages, entire enclaves of foreigners that don't speak English. Furthermore, it's not about Pauline - she's winning the political game because she's speaking for millions of Aussies, your employers.
@unmasking_media@ClareONeilMP Exactly. You can’t blame Pauline for what most Aussies are starting to see & want for their own country. She’s just the only leader able to voice it.
@PipoErgoSum@Sauronlordking It does state that ‘the people…
have agreed to unite in one indissoluble Federal Commonwealth’. There should be vigorous debate around what’s required for that to happen.
I went to a prestigious prep school (Choate).
By default, I know way too many people who slid into the USAID grifter circuit.
It’s way worse than you think: nauseating buzzword-filled circle-jerks on Zoom calls, business-class conferences in Zurich, private champagne dinners, and endless layers of outsourcing (each one taking their fat cut) - all on unlimited expense accounts.
Saying 90% of the “aid” disappears into admin, overhead, and fraud is a gross understatement.
And for what?
So these con artists can LARP as humanitarian saviors, feign respectability, and send their kids to private school…
…all on the backs of hardworking American taxpayers.
It's a lifestyle racket. A facade.
And the worst part is that we're all expected to hold these people in high regard.
I don’t know what’s more historic: Starmer getting the boot, or Karl finally talking to Tommy Robinson.
Either way, the meltdown is going to be glorious.
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In the early 1960s, the Nashua River in central Massachusetts was so polluted you could smell it from a mile away.
Marion Stoddart was a stay-at-home mother in Groton, Massachusetts, three-quarters of a mile from the river, with a background in anthropology and education and no particular expertise in environmental science or policy. She moved there in 1962, smelled the river, and decided she was going to fix it.
She gathered signatures, 6,287 of them, from residents in communities along the river. She showed up at the Massachusetts State House with bottles of the river water and made legislators look at what they were allowing.
She organized mayors, selectmen, and paper mill executives into a coalition. She lobbied for legislation. In 1965, Massachusetts passed the first state clean water act in the nation. Federal funding followed. Treatment plants were built. The discharges stopped.
The Nashua River is now swimmable. Salmon and other fish have returned. In 2019, sections of it were designated as Wild and Scenic under federal law, the same designation given to places the country considers worth protecting as national treasures.
Marion Stoddart is 98 years old. She still lives near the river. She's a reminder that the person who fixes a broken thing is usually someone who decided it was their problem too.
In December 2009, Abergele Hospital in North Wales witnessed one of the strangest coincidences ever reported.
A 77-year-old retired policeman named Geraint Woolford, from Llandudno, was admitted for a hip replacement.
Soon after, another man was placed in the neighboring bed. He was 52, from Ruthin, also a retired policeman, also there for surgery, and his name was also Geraint Woolford.
The two men had never met before. They were not related. After checking family history and public records, it was reported that they were the only two people in Britain with that exact name.
The similarities continued. Both had served in the police, both had links to local Conservative Clubs, and both had grandfathers connected to horse training in North Wales. Their daughters even knew each other through work.
For hospital staff, it became a serious double-checking challenge. Every medication, chart, and operation had to be confirmed carefully so the right Geraint Woolford received the right treatment. Thankfully, both men got the correct operations.
The older Woolford joked with nurses every time they approached him, asking, “Are you sure that’s for me?”
What began as a hospital stay turned into a once-in-a-million meeting between two strangers with the same rare name, same former profession, same region, and neighboring hospital beds.
Shani Louk—a 23-year-old German woman who was at the Nova dance party—was raped, butchered, murdered, and her body was dragged back to Gaza behind a car.
Thousands of Palestinians are on video fighting with one another—regular people in Gaza, not dressed as Hamas—just for the chance to get at her body, spit on her, beat her, and kick her.
And then they take her lifeless, broken body, and they dump it into the back of one of these pickup trucks. It's 6:37 in the morning, and there are all these guys chanting Allahu Akbar in the back of the truck.
And there was an AP photographer present who snapped that famous photo of her broken body among these huge men chanting.
How did that photographer know to be there?
He won essentially what amounts to the Pulitzer Prize of photography for that photograph that he was only able to take because, of course, he was in league with the terrorists who told him to be there.
That's the kind of moral distortion that I think we, as members of Western society, need to be deeply concerned about.