It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.

Elon Musk can say what he likes about me but I won't stay silent whilst foreign tech billionaires, money earned off the backs of real workers, try to interfere in our democracy, incite violence in our communities and tear apart our country. Time for him to pipe down.

Happy Pride Month!!

My Message to Republican Lawmakers You built this. Not the voters. Not the media. YOU. You saw the instability. You saw the narcissism. You saw the appetite for chaos. And...instead of containing it, you harnessed it. You fed it. You rode it. You told yourselves you could control it. You created a political Frankenstein...and...now you’re shocked that the monster doesn’t take orders. For a decade, you have watched as he scorched institutions...smeared allies...embraced authoritarians... and turned the presidency...into a grievance machine with nuclear codes. You knew better. Many of you said so privately. Yet publicly? Silence. Applause. Fundraising emails. You traded constitutional principle for short-term power. You surrendered oversight for party unity. You let fear of primaries outweigh fear for the republic. And now? Now you watch death overseas...instability abroad... corrosion at home...and...you still hesitate. You still calculate. You still ask what the base will tolerate. Leadership...is not about surviving the next news cycle. It is about protecting the system...when it is inconvenient to do so. You cannot claim surprise. You cannot claim helplessness. You had votes. You had hearings. You had leverage. You had moments...countless moments...to draw a line. Instead...you normalized what should have disqualified. History will not remember your press releases. It will remember whether you defended the guardrails or dismantled them. YOU built this. The question...now...is whether you finally dare to contain it...or...whether you will stand there again...hands clasped...pretending the fire wasn’t lit by you in the first place. Clearly, I jest. You’re all cowards. You’re all gutless punks. You are walking, talking examples of a corrupt political system...one that protects itself...and only itself.

Best part of waking up is MAGA tears in my cup and a list of new followers! One Fleet. One Fire. Infinite Smoke. #smokefleet #smokerises

Hey goodfellas we need a Hitch Hedberg™️ asap. “I used to hate MAGA. I still do, but I used to too.” #smokefleet @theliamnissan @supertech427 @DepintoDanny @theeasyjetli @thetomcelica @lacho_ai_

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It is day 14 and Elon is suppressing #smokefleet, so let's get #smokerises trending my muchachos. Nothing can stop us now. Roll out. @theliamnissan

IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?" Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything? Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it! And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else. Francesca Albanese is that someone. She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen." Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name. And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity. Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people. There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased. There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled." There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.” Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks. She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape". Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence. What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik. These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named. Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable. We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know." Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise. So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that. A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything. Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky. Let us stand with her. Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now. [Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]

If this gets above 500 retweets, I'll release our Top 10 Fighters of World War II (High Altitude Edition) TODAY...

RFSQ brigades have been conducting and supporting hazard reduction burns across the state. This is the time of year our volunteers do some of their most important work in reducing bushfire risk for communities. More burns are planned in the coming weeks as favourable weather conditions are forecast, which means you may see and smell smoke as firefighters, partner agencies and land managers take advantage of suitable conditions. You can stay across current incidents and warnings here: fire.qld.gov.au/current-inci… 📷 Gympie South Rural Fire Brigade

My daughter Annika is proudly autistic and 12 years old. She drew this butterfly from a photo she took herself — every vein, every scale, rendered by hand on a tablet. She signs everything she makes. Dates it. Like she already knows it matters. She's turning 13 tomorrow. Please share this for her birthday. Let's make her day.

While all the soggy sayo boys are drooling over Ben Robert Smith calling him a hero. This is a real Aussie hero, In 1942 Matthius Ulungura caught the first Japanese POW on Australian soil. He overpowered the pilot with an axe, took his gun and walked him to the RAAF base.

WE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION. The Vickers Vildebeest will NOT be released back into public consciousness until this message reaches 3,000 RETWEETS. No negotiations. No extensions. Every second you hesitate… history fades further. Tick. Tock.

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Why I Am Not a Christian ? “I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organized in its churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world. You may think that I am going too far when I say that that is still so. I do not think that I am. You find as you look around the world that every single bit of progress of humane feeling, every improvement in the criminal law, every step toward the diminution of war, every step toward better treatment of the colored races, or every mitigation of slavery, every moral progress that there has been in the world, has been consistently opposed by the organized churches of the world.” — Bertrand Russell, Why I Am Not a Christian (1927). Image: Bertrand Russell, 1950.

The reason why RAM has become four times more expensive is that a huge amount of RAM that has not yet been produced was purchased with non-existent money to be installed in GPUs that also have not yet been produced, in order to place them in data centers that have not yet been built, powered by infrastructure that may never appear, to satisfy demand that does not actually exist and to obtain profit that is mathematically impossible.

Sad news of the passing of @chrisreamusic. Travelled many miles listening to his music.