When a government treats a Public Health crisis as an Economic crisis, it ends up throwing both Public Health [1] and the Economy [2] under the bus. [1] Worst number of Covid deaths in Europe [2] OECD Forecast UK to have worst economic impact from Covid.

Now HERE is a fact we should Talk about EVERY Day

On the day after @peterjukes & I broke the story of Arron Banks’s covert meetings with the Russian ambassador, I was invited onto @BBCr4today to discuss it. Big news! Finally the chance to break through to a BBC audience. Only the interview was cancelled because they needed ‘someone from the other side’ & the Russian ambassador wasn’t available. Facts don’t have a side. It meant the BBC never covered the story. And here we are..

“If you don’t want to watch the execution, then don’t watch.” Ok… let’s go with that. Also, if you don’t support same-sex marriage, don’t have one. If you don’t support drag shows, don’t go. If you don’t support abortion access, don’t have one. We can do this all day.

I’d rather the Conservatives were committed to fiscal responsibility.

There’s zero chance he’s gonna win in Idaho as an independent but Todd Achilles might win best campaign ad of the year with this

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1/ A week ago, a LinkedIn ad for a site called the @levantinereport came up in my feed. Curious, I started to dig. The subsequent journey took me to Hong Kong, North Macedonia, Brussels, New Jersey, Israel and Dubai, Sudan and three other websites. Read on 👉 #dysinfluence

There were 5 landing zones on D-Day. Americans know Omaha + Utah. They're the 2 we took. Juno is worth knowing too. That's the one the Canadians took. On countless battlefields from WWI to Afghanistan, they've fought and bled with us. Show some respect.

Canada has redesigned the American flag. Enjoy!

He has a very similar effect on the emergency planning and housing communities too 😡

Imagine if Kamala Harris became the first female president of the United States and then tore down the East wing, obsessed about a ballroom, started a losing war with Iran, took away health care and food from children, raked in billions, fired everyone to put her friends in their positions, fell asleep on camera consistently, mouthed off on social media, openly prosecuted people she didn’t like without real cause, started a slush fund to fund domestic terrorists, and generally lied every second of the day. She wasn’t even allowed to laugh.

I’m watching Lord of the Rings and all I can think about is how the horses wouldn’t have known they were featuring in a film and how they must have gone home each day and thought, WTF just happened.

A fully masked ICE agent pepper sprayed a woman in New York yesterday merely for videotaping He approached her. She was standing still. That guy needs jail time. If this goes viral, the city will seek charges.

10 year anniversary of this masterpiece in defence reporting.

Jonathan Harvey AKA Count Binface The Anti-Corruption Candidate for Clacton!

They’re being chased by the VAT Controller…

Just to offer a bit of light and shade on such a serious issue, I do like this - 😉

1) It’s *literally* your job to regulate this platform. 2) If you can’t, what does that mean? Tell us. 3) The Dept of Culture is not ‘your’ department, it’s ours. You’re its temporary custodian 5) But Facebook is ok? Really?

Please, please can someone explain how @GaryLineker got into this shot?

Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord. D-Day. I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink. Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended. He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006. His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything. His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from. He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss. June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach. In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it. “No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.” He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach. No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all. That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever. It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back. I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison. So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days. Rest In Peace...