She couldn't cut her hair anyway. Scissors were first used in Asia so probably best to close up shop and us Brits can just tear our hair out with our hands from now on if it gets too long.

When you’re the nice guy

‘Teacher guilty of sexually abusing and murdering adopted baby’ Bring back the death penalty. bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cvgl…

> it’s not happening > it’s a right wing conspiracy theory > it may be happening > it’s happening and it’s good

this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play

“The liberal attitude does not say that you should oppose authority. It says only that you should be free to oppose authority, which is quite a different thing. The essence of the liberal outlook in the intellectual sphere is a belief that unbiased discussion is a useful thing and that men should be free to question anything if they can support their questioning by solid arguments. The opposite view, which is maintained by those who cannot be called liberals, is that the truth is already known, and that to question it is necessarily subversive.” — Bertrand Russell

"I would rather have questions that cannot be answered than answers that cannot be questioned." ~ Richard Feynman

There’s nothing more pathetic than a ‘progressive’ politician in a hijab

As was predicted...

I'm not a fan of MMA on the White House lawn. But if this is the alternative, fuck it, let's have MMA, WWE and Monster Trucks in the Rose Garden every Tuesday

Do you have any idea how many hypodermic syringes the money spent on this could have purchased for homeless drug addicts?

They called him a monster. They said he was exploiting children. They hurled insults at him, cursed his name, and accused him of cruelty. Martin Couney listened to it all with a quiet, sad smile and then went right back to saving babies’ lives... At the end of the 19th century, a new invention appeared: incubators for premature infants. Inside these glass-and-metal boxes, temperature and humidity could be carefully controlled, protecting fragile newborns who otherwise had almost no chance of survival. Today that sounds obvious. Back then, it was revolutionary. But there was a problem — incubators were expensive. Extremely expensive. Hospitals refused to buy them. Doctors believed premature babies were “too weak to survive anyway,” and many thought spending money on them was pointless. In most hospitals, premature infants were simply left to die. Couney could not accept that. He believed the technology worked. He believed the babies could live. And if the medical system wouldn’t help, he decided he would find another way. So he did something shocking. He bought 25 incubators and created a traveling exhibition — a public display of premature babies, each lying inside a warm, carefully maintained incubator. He took the exhibit across Europe, and later to the United States, setting up at fairs and amusement parks. People came in droves. Some were curious. Some were horrified. Some whispered cruel words like “freaks” and “monstrosities.” They paid for tickets to stare at tiny infants fighting for life behind glass. And every single cent of that ticket money went straight into their care. Couney hired trained nurses. He insisted on strict hygiene at a time when many hospitals still ignored sanitation. The incubators were cleaned constantly. The babies were fed, bathed, and monitored around the clock. While critics accused him of running a circus, he was quietly running one of the safest neonatal units in the world. Hospitals mocked him. Doctors dismissed him. Newspapers questioned his ethics. Yet parents who had been told, “Your baby won’t survive,” watched their children grow stronger under his care. Day after day. Year after year. By the time hospitals finally began adopting incubators as standard medical equipment, Martin Couney had helped save an estimated 7,000 premature babies. Seven thousand lives — children who would have been written off as hopeless. Many of those babies grew up, built families, and lived full, ordinary lives — all because one man refused to accept that “nothing can be done.” History often remembers heroes in white coats and clean laboratories. But sometimes, progress comes from someone standing in a noisy fairground, surrounded by judgment and misunderstanding, using whatever imperfect means they have… to do what no one else is willing to do. They called him a monster. But to thousands of families, Martin Couney was something very different. He was the man who refused to let their children be forgotten. © Reddit #archaeohistories

When I see a graphic with cutesy baby animals in colors we traditionally reserve for infants, and it’s all about a sexual fetish, I’m going to think it was made by a pedophile, and so is anybody else who’s not desperately trying to deflect attention from the fact that they are pushing a predatory ideology that grooms children into demanding medical mutilation by promising them that chopping up their healthy bodies will relieve their emotional distress. And I’m not your fvcking friend.

I have to ring a buzzer to get mouthwash at CVS

Alex Soros is interesting because he’s a billionaire heir who dedicates his life to making cities less safe. He’s like a Reverse Batman.

RT @sappholives83: The individual who drew these pictures is very clearly fantasizing about the rape, murder, and mutilation of women. This…

I released some hungry tigers into a primary school. Parents and staff started freaking out. I then asked them to estimate how many child deaths in the UK are caused annually by hungry tigers. They massively overestimated it. I explained to them how irrational they were being.

The last sentence is the real meat and potatoes of this. What's being promoted as a 'social media ban for children', is really an ID check for every adult.

If 90% of parents support it then why does the government need to step in? Honest question.

Imagine something horrific has happened to someone you love. And then to compound that, some manipulative agent of the state comes to you and says, "you wouldn't want to cause public disorder now, would you?" You are mourning. Perhaps you are afraid. You say whatever they tell you to say.