Monday 28th of April 2025

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"a natural leader..."

geniuses

MOSCOW (Sputnik) - Russia's Central Election Commission estimates that 75,99 percent of voters approve of amendments to the constitution, with 42 percent of ballots counted.

a mea culpa? more like a "sold out"...

after the last day...An article on RT, pushes once more the idea that "climate alarmists" are cooking the sauce too much, and introduces the case of a repentant climate change pusher's mea culpa... It's a sad flip-flop...

horrible choice versus shocking result...

truth isIN AN ARTICLE PUBLISHED IN THE GUARDIAN, Robert Reich is a bit glib, disingenuous or naive in introducing his 25 steps on how Trump will fudge the system to be reelected. I don’t believe a word from Robert Reich. 

Deja Loo

Saturday night I hung my head in shame
Society, I told myself, has just itself to blame
To have it happen now is worse than when it happened then

breaking windows...

windows

It seems the US won’t rest until Donald Trump is gone… He represents — or has been made to represent by the western liberal media — what HAS ALWAYS BEEN WRONG WITH THE USA, for yonks.

 

 

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the thing we need to know but they don't want you to know: the truth...

lies

Gitmo Files” lifted the Pentagon’s lid on the prison, describing a corrupt system of military detention resting on torture, coerced testimony and “intelligence” manipulated to justify abuses at the base, writes Patrick Lawrence.


house deterioration...including hate of windmills...

scomodumb 

Up to 11,000 renewable energy workers are expected to lose their jobs over the next two years under current government policies, according to a university analysis.

iPhoned, the bourgeois gentilhomme’s neo-idealistic children destroy their inheritance, before bedtime…

bedtime   Trump has become the symbol of a million years of sins. Our history is full of glorious shit and infamous crap that underpins the present moment. We know.

 

Remove the past and the kids end up like the “Children of Tomorrow” who — alone around a feeble camp-fire fuelled by the destroyed furniture and barrels of money, eating out of smashed tin-cans of beans and having no idea what a vinyl disc can do — talk funny about yesterday they don’t remember because they made sure to forget, but weirdly imagine.

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