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This guy said the quiet part out loud and you can feel his anger and disgust…
I couldn’t agree more..
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As France is burning, I keep thinking of what the UAE Foreign Minister said a few years ago 👇
He accurately predicted this.
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Well this is pretty amazing. Hope it goes to #1 in the UK.
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A teenage boy seriously assaulted a girl.
People immediately reminded everyone that he was young and had his whole life ahead of him.
The girl was also young.
She also had her whole life ahead of her.
But somehow his age became a reason to protect his future, while hers became something she was expected to recover from.
We need to stop treating a boy's potential as more important than a girl's trauma.
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A spine-tingling rendition of 'Grace' as Katie Taylor's big moment comes into view
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.@Keir_Starmer, your statement says you have absolutely no tolerance for abhorrent scenes of violence like this on our streets.
With respect, tolerance is not the issue. Nobody tolerates a near beheading on a residential street in Belfast. The question your statement carefully avoids is prevention. And prevention requires honesty about a pattern your government has consistently refused to name.
A man in his thirties, a Somali national, pinned a man to the ground on a residential street and stabbed him repeatedly in the face and neck. Members of the public intervened with a hurling stick. A woman required hospital treatment for the stress of witnessing it. This happened in Northern Ireland, a place that has known more than its share of violence, and even there residents said they had never seen anything like it.
Your government has presided over record small boat crossings. It has failed to proscribe the IRGC despite repeated promises. It has blocked the grooming gang inquiry for a year before being forced to concede it. It has spent £10 billion on asylum accommodation contracts. It has actively resisted measures that would have reduced the number of unvetted individuals entering and remaining in this country.
The victims of these attacks are not statistics. They are British people, going about their lives on their own streets, who were failed before the attack happened. Failed at the border. Failed by a system that prioritises the rights of those who arrive illegally over the safety of those who were already here.
Your thoughts are with the victim. So are ours. The difference is that thoughts are not policy. Thoughts do not secure borders. Thoughts do not remove individuals with no right to be here. Thoughts do not protect the next victim, whose name we do not yet know, on a street we cannot yet identify, from an attack that has not yet happened.
How many more before the thoughts become action?
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when your 18 year old once water loving sprocker who is part blind, has arthritis and doggy dementia wonts to stay out in the pouring rain splashing around 🥹... its like watching him be a puppy again...
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I wasn’t there in London yesterday.
My body wouldn’t allow it anymore.
So I watched it from a chair at home,
a war pensioner staring at a screen,
watching thousands march streets
I once marched in uniform.
And honestly… part of me wished I was there.
Just to stand amongst ordinary British people again
without feeling like loving your country
has somehow become something shameful.
Before the march had even begun
they’d already made their minds up about them.
Called them divisive. Dangerous. Extremists.
Yet what I saw on that screen
looked nothing like the picture
being painted before the rally had even begun.
I saw veterans.
Families carrying Union Jacks.
Working people. Pensioners. Young lads singing in the streets.
Ordinary faces the media stopped understanding years ago.
The police barriers stretched across London,
creating sterile zones through the heart of the city,
yet beyond them the streets felt alive again.
You could feel it even through a screen.
Flags moving like waves beneath grey skies.
Crowds packed beneath the shadow of Parliament.
Big Ben standing over it all
like Britain itself was silently watching.
And amongst all the chants, speeches and noise,
one moment stayed with me more than any other.
The prayer.
For a few seconds the shouting disappeared
and something older seemed to hang in the air above London.
Not politics.
Not parties.
Something deeper than that.
That’s what people are really fighting for.
The feeling that the country they grew up loving
is slowly slipping away
while they’re told not to notice.
The strange thing was
they didn’t look angry to me.
They looked united.
Hopeful even.
Like people remembering
they were not alone.
And sitting there watching it all unfold,
I realised something.
A nation rarely dies dramatically.
It fades slowly
when its own people become afraid to defend it.
But yesterday proved something important.
The old spirit is not dead yet.
Not while thousands still march beneath the flag.
Not while veterans still care about this country.
Not while ordinary people still refuse to give up on Britain.
And watching from home,
I realised I was witnessing something deeper.
People trying to hold onto a country
they feel slowly slipping away.
Kelly retweeted
Ein Hotelgast hat in seinem Urlaub einen Wettkampf mit dem Personal gestartet. Spektakulär 😂
Quelle @LordMurielo
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A zoo in Japan brings a panda its favorite red leaves to boost its morale. The result is a very happy panda!
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That little head tilt when Luciano Pavarotti hit that high note was absolutely adorable. 🐶🎶
