This month the Energy Secretary approved his third large solar farm in a fortnight, one of them on prime farmland across Nottinghamshire and Lincolnshire that his own inspectors told him to refuse. They walked the site. They said no. He signed it anyway.
So here's the grand plan. Take some of the best food-growing soil in England, ground that has fed people for a thousand years, and bury it under glass panels shipped in from China to catch the famous Lincolnshire sunshine. In a country where the sun knocks off mid-afternoon for half the winter and turns up for roughly eleven per cent of the year, we are concreting over arable land to harvest photons that mostly aren't there.
A British solar field spends most of its life doing an impression of a very expensive greenhouse with the plants missing. The panels tilt hopefully at a grey sky. The soil beneath them, some of the finest in the country, sits in the dark for forty years quietly learning to be a car park.
And it doesn't come back. Not in your lifetime. They are making a permanent decision about a temporary energy fashion, on ground you cannot un-glass, against the written advice of the men they pay to give it, in the same fortnight the same government swears food security keeps it awake at night.
Sunniest idea they've had all year.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝟲𝟭 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗜𝗡 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝟰𝟴 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦.
In 1965, a classified research program inside the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) confirmed something that would destroy the entire pharmaceutical industry overnight:
Human tissue — including nerve cells, organ tissue, and spinal cord fibers — can fully regenerate when exposed to a precise electromagnetic frequency window between 7.83 Hz and 14.1 Hz.
The project was code-named OPERATION LAZARUS.
They tested it on 214 soldiers with catastrophic battlefield injuries. Burns. Severed tendons. Shattered vertebrae.
The results were classified TOP SECRET — UMBRA:
— 94% of subjects showed complete tissue regeneration within 36-48 hours
— Bone fractures healed in 4 days instead of 6 weeks
— Nerve damage previously considered permanent reversed entirely
— Two paraplegic soldiers regained full mobility within 11 days
The lead scientist, Dr. Robert O. Becker, later published fragments of this research in his book "The Body Electric" — and was immediately stripped of all federal funding, blacklisted from every university, and erased from medical history.
Here is what they classified:
Your DNA is not a fixed code. It is a receiver.
Every strand of your DNA operates as a fractal antenna — it receives and transmits electromagnetic information. When your body is exposed to the correct frequency, your DNA activates repair sequences that mainstream medicine says are "impossible."
This is not theory. This is documented Pentagon research.
— 7.83 Hz (Schumann Resonance): Activates stem cell production
— 10.5 Hz: Triggers full-body cellular regeneration
— 14.1 Hz: Repairs neurological damage and restores synaptic connections
Your body was designed to heal itself. They turned off the signal.
Why was this buried?
Because a cured patient is a lost customer.
The global pharmaceutical industry generates $1.48 trillion per year. Every dollar depends on one lie: that the human body cannot heal itself without chemical intervention.
OPERATION LAZARUS proved this was false — in 1965.
For 61 years, soldiers have had access to regeneration technology in classified military medical facilities while civilians are told to "manage their symptoms" with pills that create new diseases.
The MedBed is not a concept. It is not a theory. It is not "coming soon."
It is a 61-year-old military technology that has been used on thousands of soldiers in underground medical facilities — and deliberately withheld from the civilian population to protect a $1.48 trillion industry.
The frequency is real. The regeneration is real. The suppression is documented.
♟ They told you healing takes years. The Pentagon proved it takes hours. Now you know why they classified it.
Share this. The signal cannot be stopped.
@saniyafatma1278 It appears to me it's already a boundary dispute as you've 'disputed' it. He has also apparently admitted guilt. If it were my garden I'd jump hard and fast. Each 6ft panel by 7 inches adrift is 3½ square feet (roughly a square metre) - not 'nothing'
The ruminant family, and the one job each member does that nothing else can:
Cattle: turn a wet hillside into milk and beef, and build the soil while they stand on it
Sheep: grow a fireproof, compostable fibre every year on grass and rain
Goats: eat the scrub, bramble and invasive weed that chokes everything else out
Water buffalo: make the milk that becomes real mozzarella, on marshland a cow would sink in
Yak: live and give milk at altitudes that would kill any lowland animal
Reindeer: feed and clothe whole peoples above the Arctic Circle, on lichen and moss
Bison: engineer an entire prairie ecosystem simply by grazing across it
Seven animals, one gift each, none of them replaceable by a machine or a crop.
Every one of them classed, this decade, as a liability.
Badenoch's Purge is a Mercy Killing, not a Massacre
For years the Conservative Party's problem was not policy. It was character. It kept promoting people who talked like conservatives and voted like technocrats, who nodded along to net zero targets they privately doubted and treaties they privately resented. Kemi Badenoch has just done something rare in British politics: she has looked at that habit and called it what it is. Cowardice dressed up as pragmatism.
Her decision to block former MPs from standing again if they still cling to net zero, or still defend Britain's subjection to Strasbourg, will be painted by critics as ruthless. It is not ruthless. It is honest. A party that lost catastrophically in 2024 does not get to relitigate that defeat by recycling the same faces and the same instincts. Voters did not reject the Conservatives because the party wasn't nice enough to its old guard. They rejected it because it had stopped standing for anything distinguishable from the consensus it claimed to oppose.
Net zero and the ECHR are not minor technical disputes. They are the clearest tests going of whether a politician actually believes in national self-government, or merely enjoys the theatre of it. A candidate who still insists Britain must hit arbitrary carbon targets, whatever the cost to industry and household bills, has not learned anything from a decade of rising energy prices. A candidate who thinks Strasbourg's rulings are compatible with controlling Britain's own borders is not being moderate. They are being evasive.
What makes this striking is the alternative Badenoch is proposing. Not more career politicians, not more special advisers who have never run so much as a corner shop, but people who have actually built things, taught in classrooms, served in uniform, or kept a small business afloat. It is an unfashionable idea: that competence and conviction matter more than polish. But it is exactly what a party trying to prove it has changed needs to demonstrate, not merely announce.
Compare that with the government it is up against. Much of the current Parliamentary Labour Party arrived from the charity sector and NGOs, backgrounds built around advocacy and institutional compassion, not the harder trade-offs of running a country. It shows in the instincts on display: a preference for managing sentiment over confronting problems. Badenoch's bet is that Britain needs fewer people trained to represent a cause and more who have had to deliver a result.
There will be a cost. Some of the rejected will go to the papers. Some will drift to Reform, adding to a defection story that has already dented the Tories once. Badenoch's response, "so be it", is the correct one. A party terrified of losing people who do not agree with its direction will never have a direction. Every serious political project involves deciding who does not belong in it. The Conservatives spent the last parliament unable to do that, and the country noticed.
Contrast this with the alternatives on offer. Reform's vetting has produced candidates that make its own leader wince. Labour, with over four hundred MPs, could not find anyone better to replace Starmer than a man who once lost to Jeremy Corbyn. Against that backdrop, a party willing to say no to its own former MPs looks less like an act of cruelty and more like the first sign of a functioning institution.
None of this guarantees electoral success. Polling still has the Conservatives level with Labour and behind Reform. But recovery has to start somewhere, and it rarely starts with comfort. Badenoch is betting that voters can tell the difference between a party performing seriousness and one practising it. That bet is worth taking.
Inversion des valeurs - lettre d'une mère à une autre mère ...
Chère madame,
J'ai vu votre protestation énergique devant les caméras de télévision contre le transfert de votre fils de la prison de Lyon à la prison de Mulhouse.
Je vous ai entendue vous plaindre de la distance qui vous sépare désormais de votre fils et des difficultés que vous avez à vous déplacer pour lui rendre visite.
J'ai aussi vu toute la couverture médiatique faite par les journalistes et reporters sur les autres mères dans le même cas que vous et qui sont défendues par divers organismes pour la défense des droits de l'homme, etc.
Moi aussi je suis une mère et je peux comprendre vos protestations et votre mécontentement.
Je veux me joindre à votre combat car, comme vous le verrez, il y a aussi une grande distance qui me sépare de mon fils.
Je travaille mais gagne peu et j'ai les mêmes difficultés financières pour le visiter.
Avec beaucoup de sacrifices, je ne peux lui rendre visite que le dimanche car je travaille tous les jours de la semaine et aussi le samedi et j'ai également d'autres obligations familiales avec mes autres enfants.
Au cas où vous n'auriez pas encore compris, je suis la mère du jeune que votre fils a assassiné cruellement dans la station-service où il travaillait de nuit pour pouvoir payer ses études et aider sa famille.
J'irai lui rendre visite dimanche prochain.
Pendant que vous prendrez votre fils dans vos bras et que vous l'embrasserez, moi je déposerai quelques fleurs sur sa modeste tombe dans le cimetière de la ville.
Ah, j'oubliais, vous pouvez être rassurée, l'état se charge de me retirer une partie de mon maigre salaire pour payer le nouveau matelas de votre fils puisqu'il a brûlé les 2 précédents dans la prison où il purge sa peine pour le crime odieux qu'il a commis..
Pour terminer, toujours comme mère, je demande à tout le monde de faire circuler mon courrier, si intime qu'il soit. Nous parviendrons ainsi peut-être à arrêter cette inversion des valeurs humaines.
Les droits de l'homme ne devraient s'appliquer qu'aux hommes droits !
Edith Berancon
10 Montée Beaumur
38200 Vienne
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🚨 ANDY BURNHAM GENUINELY THINKS THE BRITISH PUBLIC ARE UTTER IDIOTS.
He has just written a pompous, self-serving essay claiming his top priority is to rebuild our hard power, protect our security, and reindustrialise the North. 🤡
You honestly have to laugh at the absolute brass neck of this man!
He babbles about protecting working-class jobs while his own party's Net Zero eco-taxes are actively threatening 4,752 manufacturing jobs in our industrial heartlands right now.
He boasts about his commitment to national security, but in the exact same breath proudly confirms he is keeping the bureaucrat who negotiated the surrender of the Chagos Islands as his top adviser.
He is literally keeping the guy who dismissed a vital military base as tiny islands where no one goes.
And then he has the sheer delusion to claim he is going to stop illegal migration by begging for even closer ties to Brussels.
You cannot stop illegal crossings by surrendering your borders to the very EU bureaucrats who want to force mandatory migrant quotas on us.
He even promises transparency and accountability for public cash, completely forgetting he is the same former Mayor who wasted £100 million of public money on a failed Clean Air Zone that raised exactly £0.
He is just another slick, lecturing uniparty puppet who wants to sell our sovereignty, destroy our manufacturing, and then pretend he is keeping you safe.
We see right through the act.
Shearing a sheep is cruelty. This is settled, apparently. The animal is exploited for its fleece, and the moral response is to refuse wool and reach for something kinder.
The something kinder is acrylic. Or polyester. Which is to say plastic. Which is to say crude oil, spun into thread.
Here is what the kinder jumper does. Every single time it goes through the wash, it sheds thousands of tiny plastic fibres down the drain, through the treatment works, into the rivers and the sea and the fish and, by a route nobody enjoys thinking about, back onto a dinner plate. The synthetic wardrobe is one of the largest sources of microplastic in the ocean.
The sheep, meanwhile, has to be shorn or it suffers. Ten thousand years of breeding means its fleece never stops growing. Shearing is the kindness. The wool biodegrades into the ground it came from.
The wool grew on an animal that needed cutting free of it.
The kind alternative is oil that will outlive your grandchildren, one wash at a time.
I’ve got zero issue with immigrants. After all, I am one – and a properly legal one at that.
To get into this country I had to jump through more hoops than a circus poodle on amphetamines.
Visa application? Tick.
Bank statements proving I wasn’t skint, criminal record check so they knew I wasn’t a wrong ‘un, private medical insurance, and a proper interview where they grilled me like I’d nicked the Crown Jewels. That was just to get my foot in the door.
Once I landed it was straight into the next delightful round of paperwork: open a bank account, sort a tax number, and upgrade the visa after sixty days before they decided to bin me back where I came from.
Every ninety days I’m popping into the immigration office like it’s my favourite hobby. Visa only lasts a year, then it’s renewal time – more bank statements, fresh insurance, proof I actually live here and haven’t done a runner. None of it was a walk in the park, but that’s the price of doing it properly.
So yes, I’ve got a massive problem with people who treat borders like they’re optional suggestions on a menu. I’ve got a problem with countries rolling out the red carpet while the rest of us are still filling out forms in triplicate. And I’ve got a special place in my heart for the charming types who rock up, refuse to learn the language, then throw a strop because the locals won’t start speaking their lingo or swap fish and chips for whatever they fancy that week.
Me? I’m in language classes, I’m mucking in at the local school, the vet clinic, and whatever island fundraiser needs a hand. I don’t demand the locals change their ways, rename their streets, or start celebrating my national holidays while binning their own.
I adapted.
Funny how that works.
It really is that simple. Legal in, contribute, integrate. Or kindly piss off and stop pretending the rules are racist for applying to everyone else.
A wealth tax is what happens when a political class wants to look radical without doing any of the hard fiscal work.
It flatters the public by implying the rich are a bottomless piggy bank, and flatters politicians by letting them pose as tribunes of fairness while avoiding the far uglier question of who actually pays when the bill comes due.
But wealth is not a neat, immovable lump of money sitting under a mattress.
It is fragmented, mobile, litigable, and surrounded by lawyers who understand politics far better than the politicians understand the assets they are trying to tax.
Two countries split from the same colonial body in 1965. One picked economic freedom. The other picked handouts and racial spoils. You already know how this ended.
Singapore had no oil, no farmland, no hinterland. Just a swamp and a port. Lee Kuan Yew looked at that and trusted trade, low taxes, and hard money. Central planners hate what he did.
Malaysia went the other way. In 1971 Kuala Lumpur launched the New Economic Policy, a state program handing quotas, contracts, and university seats to ethnic Malays. Politicians decided who got what. A commissar fantasy dressed in liberal language.
Now let's look at the numbers. In 1965 both places sat around $500 per capita. Today Singapore clears $84,000. Malaysia sits near $13,000. Same climate, same starting line, one sixth the result.
The Singapore dollar holds its value because the Monetary Authority of Singapore manages it against a currency basket and refuses to print its way out of trouble. The ringgit has lost roughly two thirds of its value against the Singapore dollar since 1981.
You cannot subsidize your way to wealth. You cannot redistribute what you never let people produce. Every ringgit funneled through a quota is a ringgit some bureaucrat spent on his own vision instead of a customer's.
Malaysia bet on planners deciding outcomes. Singapore bet on people deciding for themselves. The gap between $84,000 and $13,000 is your answer.
@SqSehrish I see you've just discovered the world of Ciphers. Simple transposition of letters in this way is a basic example.
Your next step will be to reverse the alphabet ... A = Z and so on.
BRE AKE ACH LIN EIN TO3 LET TER SEG MEN TS.
This is a complete and utter disgrace. Andy Burnham has been caught filming his political videos with EY3 Media.
This is a company that received £330,000 of taxpayers money from his own authority.
He’s literally using public funds to bankroll his own political propaganda.
This isn’t just dodgy, it’s blatant corruption, and it needs to be stopped.
This is exactly why people are completely fed up with these self-serving politicians, no accountability, no shame, just helping themselves at our expense.
As a Member of Parliament, I would never allow this kind of abuse of taxpayers’ money on my watch.