Marcus Curtis🎗️ @MarcusC4Science

I came to America expecting a great World Cup. What I didn’t expect was how welcoming everyone would be. Every local I’ve met has been desperate to recommend places to visit, food to try and things to see. Americans, thank you.

@ewarren You and your fellow criminals on Capitol Hill steal $5 Trillion from the hardworking American people every year, and you waste almost all of it. How about giving us our money back?

This is the kind of thing that haunts families, and it haunts me and my deputies.  All because a prosecutor won't prosecute a crime. A man cosplaying as a woman sexually assaults a young lady as part of a sport.  It's on tape. That's what happened.  We recommended charges.  The Pierce County prosecutor declined to charge and says the fact that it was a man doesn't have any bearing on the assault. It's right there. On video.  They don't want you to believe your own eyes.  It's gaslighting.  It's awful. To everyone on here.  Flood the internet with this story.  They're not listening and it's time we got loud. More below 🧵⬇️

@TheBritLad See you!

There was a man at the next table in uniform, and the waitress would not let him pay. I watched it happen. He reached for the small folder with the bill. She placed her hand flat upon it, gently, the way one stills a sword that should not be drawn. "Not today," she said. "Somebody already got it. They asked me to tell you — thank you for your service." He looked around the room. He did not know who. That was the point. I set down my fork. I needed a moment to understand what I had seen. In my homeland, a man who guards the realm is fed by the realm, openly, with ceremony, his name spoken at the gate. Here, a stranger pays for his meal and then hides, so that no debt may be felt. They guard the man even from the weight of being thanked. "Thank you for your service." I said it under my breath, testing the shape of it. Four words. A whole code folded inside four words. (I confess my eyes stung. I blamed the pepper. There was no pepper.) So I called the waitress over. "The firefighters," I said. "When they come. Their bill. Bring it to me." She blinked. "Sir, that could be a lot of people." "Then bring it to me," I said, "many times." She laughed, but she wrote it down. A man in a soft helmet at the counter — off duty, a firefighter, I learned — raised his coffee at me from across the room. He did not know the rite I had just sworn. He only saw a foreigner in old armor, smiling too hard. "You good, man?" he asked. I was not "good." I was overflowing. But the word for that is not a word they use at lunch, so I said, "I am good," and held the cup up too high, like a banner. Here, the people who run toward fire are repaid by people who refuse to take the credit. The whole nation passes one quiet gift hand to hand, and no one signs it. I am keeping a folder now. For the bills. So tell me where to send the thanks — I have a great deal of it, and I have only just begun.

Dynan, plombier irlandais qui a participé aux manifestations : "personne ne veut de la violence, la raison pour laquelle nous sommes dans la rue, c'est à cause de la violence, pas pour être violent. Les gens connaissent la vérité grâce aux réseaux sociaux, X, ce genre de choses, malheureusement les grands médias n'en parlent pas, et cela ne fait qu'accentuer la frustration, si les grands médias disaient la vérité , nous n'aurions pas besoin de descendre dans la rue."

In Japan, a stabbing scene works differently. Let me describe it without pride. A koban officer reaching a knife incident has one trained reflex: secure the blade, secure the bleeding. Who insulted whom is a question for detectives, tomorrow, at the station. The wounded man is not yet a suspect or a victim. He is a casualty. We have our own police failures — plenty of them. But I cannot imagine a Japanese officer telling a dying man "don't think you've been stabbed, mate" because the other party raised a social accusation first. Not because our officers are better people. Because nobody trained them to rank grievances at a crime scene. Training is a choice. Who made Britain's?

After the horrific attempted beheading in Belfast, Labour’s answer is to amend the Online Safety Act and force social media platforms to remove content faster during “times of crisis”. Not fix the border. Not answer the public. Not restore trust. But instead censor the reaction. They do not want answers, they want total control.

Councils are warning England fans not to fly the St George’s Cross during the World Cup, claiming it is “unsafe” and bad for “community cohesion”. In England. During a World Cup. If you are offended by England’s flag, feel free to make your way to the nearest airport.

@JohnSwinney But you use hateful language all the time - and you exclude people who do not agree with your philosophy. When will you take the beam out of your own eye? The hypocrisy stinks...

I had to read this three times before I could believe it was real. Rotherham. A small town in northern England. For sixteen years, at least 1,400 children — some as young as eleven — were raped, gang-raped, and trafficked between cities by organized groups of men. Eleven years old. Petrol was poured on them so they would stay quiet. Their families were threatened with death. Photos were taken and used as blackmail. The police knew. The council knew. The social workers knew. For sixteen years, not one of them moved. Why? Because officers were afraid of being called racist if they acted on what they were seeing. That was the whole reason. While children were being sold, adults were protecting their own reputations. That is the moment something in you breaks. And here is the part that makes it worse. The TV networks did not report it. The papers did not chase it. When the journalist Andrew Norfolk finally broke the story, even he thought maybe 150 girls had been hurt. The real number was 1,400. He was staggered. This should have been the biggest story of the decade. It was not. The networks looked away. The advertisers preferred safer topics. The cover-up did not end when the report was published — it continued in the silence of every newsroom that refused to chase it. Then Elon Musk bought X. The advertisers fled. The press declared the platform finished. X almost did not survive. But it did. And on X, the names of those towns started trending. Rotherham. Telford. Rochdale. Oldham. Towns the country had been told to forget. Britain understands itself differently today. Not because the politicians confessed. Not because the broadcasters apologized. Because one platform refused to let it stay buried. X almost did not survive. 1,400 children almost stayed forgotten. That is worth saying out loud.

🚨 Day 68 fighting for my channel YouTube’s AI just called 13 years of pure WWII tank archives & veteran stories “child sexual abuse material.” 155,000 subscribers. Zero kids in any video. Only historical footage. Now the entire archive iand channel is gone and they labeled me a predator. This is how history dies in 2026, one dumb AI flag at a time. We need a REAL human review NOW. If you’re tired of Big Tech erasing our past: ❤️ LIKE 💬 COMMENT “Restore Panzerpicture” 🔁 REPOST #RestorePanzerPicture #YouTubeCensorship #WWIIHistory #SaveHistory @TeamYouTube @YouTube

The story in the Bible that rattled me before I converted to Christianity from Islam: The two thieves crucified next to Jesus. I never knew about them. Bro. They’re the whole Gospel in one scene. Two men. Same sin. Same cross. Same dying breath. Same distance from Jesus — mere feet away on either side. One mocks Him. One turns to Him and says, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” And Jesus tells the second man: “Today you will be with Me in paradise.” Luke 23:43. That man did ZERO good works. He couldn’t. His hands were nailed down. He never prayed five times. Never fasted. Never gave to the poor. Never got baptized. He had nothing to offer but a dying glance toward Jesus. And Jesus saved him... on the spot. In Islam, that man was doomed. No time to balance the scale. No deeds to weigh. Game over. A horrible life with a horrible punishment ahead. I wonder if that would be me… Yet in the Gospel, that man was in paradise the same day — because salvation was never about his works. It was about WHO he turned to in his last moment. Two criminals. Same cross. One simple difference: which one turned to Jesus. That’s why the Gospel is offensive. And Jesus asks everyone: who do you say I am?

If Lucy Connolly was arrested for her tweet, then this should be investigated under the same standard. Two-tier justice cannot be allowed to decide who faces consequences.

Bushra Shaikh @Bushra1Shaikh

4 days ago

Can we burn houses down when a White man tries to kill someone? Asking for a friend.

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It wasn’t a ‘stabbing’ - he tried to butcher the man’s neck and remove his head in the street. Think about that.

You always have someone else to blame. My daughter Katie is in the grave, yet I've never heard you acknowledge the risks created by the policies you supported. @govpirtzker say her name. Katie.

JB Pritzker @JBPritzker

3 days ago

Trump on inflation: "I love it." People can't afford to feed their families. Your struggle is a joke to him.

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It’s like saying if you don’t know the difference between a call for action and a hyperbole, indifferent statement such as “for all I care” then you’re demonstrating a reading comprehension problem. 😉 Oh wait I forgot, words have different meanings in the UK based on the colour of rosette you vote for. She is giving me Ricky Jones vibes.

Bushra Shaikh @Bushra1Shaikh

3 days ago

If you can't tell the difference between endorsing collective blame and ridiculing it, the problem isn't the posts, you're demonstrating a reading comprehension problem. Basically, you're an idiot. And the fact that the right-wing are struggling with this distinction is rather

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You want to know what's most chilling to me? At first I couldn't figure out what was going on with this post. Wildly disproportionate likes to views and almost no one was commenting on it. Very few were actually seeing it. Then I started to look at WHO was liking the post. Likes are anonymous. That's what was going on. It quickly became apparent the Northern Irish specifically and the British in general OVERWHELMINGLY were liking my post. They couldn't comment on it and they couldn't share it.. for fear of crackdown. But the algo, recognizing that people liked it, showed it to friendly Americans who COULD share it. And did. By the hundreds. The natives may only speak in support of their own suicide. That's all the government will let them do openly. If they speak in support of their survival they risk prison. So they don't. But they can, as a tiny act of subversion, like a twitter post that says exactly what they wish they could, if they only could. That's what's happening. That's why everything seemed so wildly off. Quiet Patriots clicking one button to show they love that finally, they are fighting back.