WAIT OBSESSION WAS MADE BY THE CUM GUY????

Any attempt to impose mandatory Digital ID will be fully repealed, scrapped and eradicated by a Restore Britain Government.

*Posts the stupidest shit I’ve ever read* “I gotta lock the comments because too many people are disagreeing with me” Absolute fucking wanker x.com/ccfcmando/status/20665…

You don’t care about kids ffs - hundreds of thousands of them had their childhoods stolen & were casually sacrificed by you & the rest of the scum traitor establishment as collateral damage on the altar of your sick Fabian open border ideology. You’re an evil snake of a man & the most hated PM we’ve ever had to suffer🤬🇬🇧..

I love that we’re the new Rome. Peace with Persia in the afternoon and a gladiator fight in the evening, all on the Emperor’s birthday. Another 1,000 years.

Time to get that volcano lair I’ve always wanted. I think it’s in the “Beyond” section of BB&B.

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Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

Immigrant threatens old man, young White man handles, old man gets mad at White hero. Fuck boomers

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Garnet commission for @FalseRed99 !

Rosalina's galactic size

I mean, I am all for giving devs time and freedom but MAYBE 15 years between releases of your most beloved and profitable franchises is too much? .. MAYBE?

yeah that's been the entire world's whole thing since 1945

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

I think that white American and Native American culture coexist well, BUT only because we shared a long history of bitter enmity in which we contested with one another, sat back and decided "yeah, those guys are pretty tough". You can't then just toss in a billion more totally alien cultures and ask them to "just get along or else".

I'll give you two

I will vote for anyone, literally anyone, who will get these people out of our country, and I don’t care how they do it.