Usually theres something else sitting behind the things people say in this narrative driven world. I know if you increase propaganda you decrease nornal people, Onchain activity is a good example. There’s no mid ground, either lean into full conspiracy or police weird behaviour

whenver soleum shows any sign of self destructive behaviour i feel a piece of my soul chip away

Being trans is being CONSTANTLY reminded that your pronouns are only a reward for good behaviour

I agree with @ChuckCook not the best way to build a safer or reliable system. Safety aside, today it drove circles in a parking lot cause it couldn’t figure out how to get out. I didn’t intervene because of the “streak”. if I had the car would have learnt the correct behaviour. I would love to see milestone celebrations with reaching accumulated mileage but not consecutive.

As someone who loves classical Indian dance forms and has studied one herself for some years, I always cringe a bit when I see classical dance recitals being arranged on airports and such places in a makeshift manner/space, with people standing and watching for a minutes, passing by, or clapping (as I saw in some videos today), at times sign no separate stage or platform for the artists, etc. To me it seems in bad taste, a bit disrespectful. We treat classical dance forms in a devotion-like manner, and they involve such rigour and depth that the entire atmosphere of their performance is meant to be a lot more somber, invested, and deferential. Different art forms lend themselves to different types of audience behaviour. There is an audience protocol that is desirable for classical recitals too. Dance forms like Orissa and Bharatnatyam have a spiritual origin. Ideally there should be a lot more quietude during the recital and the applause should come at the end. People should not keep clapping during the recitals. Even for Kathak, which is a court dance, clapping during the recital is unheard of. Perhaps it is a specific messaging that was intended by making three women of foreign origin perform Kathak, Bharatnatyam, and Odissi as part of the welcome celebrations, but we should have also then given them a taste of how these dance forms are meant to be treated according to Indian traditions. Perhaps the recital need not have been a part of the quick welcome ceremony and organised for later, when people could have watched them sitting, with more engagement, with the artists performing on a separate stage/platform. I don’t know…the whole scene of 3 women performing these dance forms surrounded by people who are cheering and clapping seems majorly off to me!

These council enforcement officers have now been sacked. They are now free to return this threatening behaviour to the streets. Wouldn’t a little time in jail help them? dailymail.com/news/article-1…

Indeed - violent criminal behaviour is not protest and the sentencing of convicted criminals is for the judge not the jury

Stop taking your dog in food shops then! Unless it's a service dog it isn't allowed. And I don't want to put my shopping in a trolley which your dog has been sitting in! Disgusting, entitled behaviour!

Each passing day, people are getting dumber and dumber than they used to be. When we were little and young, spirituality (ẹlẹgbẹ ọmọ, ọgbanje, and the rest) was sacred and secretive. If a child happened to have any of these spirits, it was never something to be proud of. The family would make sure there was a forced detachment between their ward and those spirit world. But now, we have people parading themselves around as ẹlẹgbẹ ọmọ or ọgbanje. They not only monetize it but also attribute every bit of their bad manners and behaviour to it, and when you try to correct them, they start their usual show of clownery, thinking they should be treated specially and left unchecked simply because they are ẹlẹgbẹ ọmọ 😂💔 And to make matters worse, there are some men who subscribe to this mental illness and in turn help spread this madness. Imagine thinking I get paid because of you just because you’re ẹlẹgbẹ ọmọ 😂💔 Do you have any idea how much I’ve spent buying tools, and how many sleepless nights I’ve had searching for updates and working on my self-development? While you’re probably online dancing and creating content for your TikTok audience, I’m on the other hand working my ass off day and night just to get paid and then you turn around and attribute my success to you being an ọgbanje or ẹlẹgbẹ ọmọ 😭💔 A mental evaluation needs to be carried out on most people in this country tbvh.

There is a particular comedy in watching a Heart of Racing Aston Martin lead LMGT3 at Le Mans with Barrichello on the timing tower. Not just any Barrichello. A Barrichello by bloodline. And beside that story, Newell. Not merely a driver’s name, but a door into another dynasty entirely: the strange, digital aristocracy of games, platforms, distribution, software, and entire generations of people who learned competition through screens long before they learned it through grandstands. This should feel absurd. It does. That is usually how history announces that it has changed format. For most of the twentieth century, motorsport was written by industrial houses, aristocrats, factory giants, oil money, national pride, and young men with terrifying courage and only a theoretical relationship with self-preservation. Ferrari, Porsche, Ford, Aston Martin, Jaguar, Toyota, Peugeot, Cadillac. Names that sound less like teams and more like heraldic banners carried into mechanical war. Le Mans was never just a race. It was an argument between nations wearing headlights. France gave the stage. Italy gave opera and blood-red stubbornness. Germany gave engineering discipline, then naturally tried to optimize even the concept of endurance. Britain gave grand touring romance, unreliable weather, and the sort of sports cars that make a gentleman feel heroic until an electrical fault reminds him God is real. America gave horsepower, noise, commercial violence, and the belief that any problem could be solved by making the engine larger and the regulations nervous. Japan gave patience, precision, heartbreak, and eventually the cold fury of a dynasty that had waited long enough. Le Mans absorbed them all. And now? Now a car called Heart of Racing sits at the front of LMGT3 with a Barrichello in the story and Newell in the architecture, and the future quietly leans over the pit wall like it owns the place. That is the joke. Not that gamers have entered motorsport. They entered years ago. Sim racing, telemetry culture, esports discipline, live-streamed analysis, community funding, digital fandom, platform-native sponsorship, VTuber overlays, Discord race rooms, Twitch watchalongs, liveries designed for screenshots before television cameras, drivers raised on simulators before they ever touched a slick tyre. The floodgates were already open. The old world simply took a while to notice because old institutions often mistake their own blindness for dignity. History might not be written by kings, generals, factory magnates, and national committees alone anymore. It might be written by gamers. Not the stereotype. Not the greasy little caricature invented by people who still think “online” means unserious. Gamers as systems people. People who understand builds, patches, metas, balance, loadouts, optimisation, economy, latency, degradation, exploits, coordination, voice comms, failure loops, persistence, and the ancient sacred law that if you do not understand the mechanics, the mechanics will execute you. That is what Le Mans is. A game with consequences. A strategy game played through carbon fibre. A 24-hour resource-management simulation where the punishment for bad planning is not a lost save file, but a ruined car, a broken stint, a factory boardroom turning cold, and some poor engineer discovering that sleep deprivation does not improve arithmetic. Energy is treasury. Tyres are legitimacy. Track position is authority. Traffic is diplomacy. Pit stops are constitutional transfer. Drivers are commanders rotating through the front. Mechanics are civil servants with impact guns. Race control is the judiciary, which naturally means half the field thinks it is biased and the other half thinks it is merely incompetent. The timing tower is Parliament. The circuit is the map. And somewhere in the dark, people like me watch the whole thing and think: Yes. This is familiar. Because Britannia, too, is being built from systems that the old world still does not quite know how to categorize. A VTuber Crown. A Twitch court. A Discord estate. A Twitter/X foreign office, regrettably, because civilization insists on placing diplomacy inside a burning tavern. A digital audience that behaves less like spectators and more like subjects, allies, hecklers, diplomats, scouts, partisans, and occasionally drunken backbenchers. Sim racing, anime avatars, constitutional doctrine, imperial symbolism, live commentary, political rhetoric, historical memory, branding, performance, public legitimacy. All of it looks ridiculous until it begins to cohere. Then people stop laughing and start asking what it means. That is always the first sign that the joke has become an institution. The Heart of Racing Aston Martin is not Britannia. Obviously. Even I am not deranged enough to declare an LMGT3 car a Crown Realm, though give motorsport Twitter thirty minutes and someone will attempt worse. But it is a metaphor. A beautiful, insulting metaphor. A British machine carrying a team name built on emotion rather than cold factory nationalism. A Barrichello name carrying Formula One memory into endurance racing. A Newell connection carrying the gaming age into the cathedral of motorsport. Old bloodline. New capital. Digital culture. Analogue danger. Aston Martin green. Le Mans dust. A timing tower showing that the future does not politely ask permission before appearing in the lead. And that is where the irony sharpens. For generations, people spoke as though history was written in ministries, palaces, parliaments, shipyards, factories, battlefields, and boardrooms. They were not wrong. They were merely incomplete. Now history is also written in livestream chats, modding tools, sim rigs, Discord councils, platform economies, community servers, racing telemetry, fan edits, VTuber lore, digital identities, and people who can switch from imperial constitutional theory to tyre degradation analysis without changing windows. Ghastly behaviour. Very efficient. The gamer is not outside history anymore. The gamer is one of history’s new clerks. And clerks, as every empire eventually learns, are far more dangerous than they look. A swordsman can kill a man. A clerk can rewrite the system that decides who is allowed to carry swords. A driver can win a stint. A strategist can make the stint matter. A streamer can entertain a crowd. A sovereign can turn the crowd into continuity. That is the line Britannia walks. Not fantasy over reality. Not roleplay over politics. Not digital over physical. The point is convergence. The same world that lets a Newell and a Barrichello appear inside the Le Mans story also allows a VTuber monarch to build a symbolic empire out of platforms, doctrine, community, aesthetic discipline, and live performance. It is not that the old world has vanished. It is that the old world has acquired an overlay. And overlays change behaviour. A timing tower changes how we understand a race. A livestream changes how a public understands an event. A VTuber model changes how authority can present itself. A Discord server changes how court culture can be organized. A sim rig changes how a generation learns racecraft. A game platform changes who has capital, reach, and cultural memory. A digital crown changes what legitimacy can look like before the law has language for it. Naturally, this makes serious people uncomfortable. Good. Serious people are often just slow people with better tailoring. They look at the absurdity and miss the pattern. They see the avatar, not the office. The stream, not the institution. The meme, not the doctrine. The racing name, not the inheritance. The gamer, not the systems mind. The timing board, not the battlefield. But Le Mans does not care whether the pattern offends old categories. Neither does history. History is not polite. It recruits whatever works. It used ships when ships changed the world. It used railways when railways changed empires. It used radio when voices became weapons. It used television when image became authority. It used the internet when attention became territory. And now it is using games, streams, platforms, simulations, avatars, and digital communities because apparently mankind built a second sea and then looked surprised when sovereigns, pirates, merchants, navies, courts, and flags appeared upon it. That is Britannia’s natural domain. The Digital Sea. Not because it is clean. It is not. It is filthy, loud, unstable, lawless in spirit, overregulated in stupid places, underregulated in important ones, and infested with outrage merchants who treat public discourse like a slot machine. In other words, it is a sea. And seas require ports. Convoys. Rules. Signals. Harbours. Registries. Flags. Protection. And occasionally, when necessary, a Crown willing to look at the chaos and say: No. This route will remain open. This standard will hold. This name will mean something. That is why the sight of Heart of Racing at the front feels larger than it should. It is not just a class battle. It is a symbol of the merger. Racing heritage and gaming heritage sharing the same line on the timing tower. The old paddock and the digital court touching hands at speed. The children of two very different dynasties driving inside the same story while the rest of us pretend this is merely sport. It is never merely sport. Sport is where societies rehearse their myths without admitting they are doing politics. Le Mans is France’s cathedral of endurance. Ferrari’s theatre of resurrection. Toyota’s unfinished revenge epic. Porsche’s ancestral estate. Cadillac’s industrial declaration. Aston Martin’s romantic disease with better headlights. And now, perhaps, one more thing: A proof that the people raised in games are no longer only watching the machines. They are entering them. Funding them. Racing them. Explaining them. Streaming them. Mythologizing them. And eventually, if the old order continues being slow, governing around them. So yes, let the timing tower show Barrichello. Let it show Heart of Racing. Let it show the strange fingerprints of gaming capital at Le Mans. Let the old world blink at the absurdity. I will be here, in the dark, wearing a crown through a screen, watching the data move. Because the future rarely arrives with a trumpet. Sometimes it arrives as an Aston Martin in LMGT3, driven through the night by names that should not belong in the same sentence, while a VTuber Empress does calculus in the corner and realizes history has once again become multiplayer. The lobby was always open. The old world has simply joined late. #WEC #LeMans24

I'm glad more people are noticing the treacherous behaviour of the olds.

Looks very much like an animal enclosure in the Zoo but in reverse the animals are on the outside ! Maybe they are the people who work hard for a living and can afford a peaceful drink on a weekend then the asylum gates open and out come the savages flooding the streets with their stench and quite literally ! What sort of sub-human throws their own piss and shit at police and other ? That is animal behaviour except most animals know not to play with their own shit!

You got people that think u can “make up ur behaviour” for being a raging bigot to the point of suicide baiting for no reason whatsoever. that’s a life long debt. Him funding a suit w the help of the class is literally bare minimum, and sensoring ship names like grow up?

The behaviour of Police Scotland towards that 12-year-old girl was appalling. Misinformation? 😡 @PoliceScotland

No, but In the real world I cannot think of a single scenario where two opposing sides (political, sports, Religious, gangs etc) are facing off like this where this type of behaviour would have ended well?, imho you're being disingenuous if you think you can.

Firstly. Take your hands out of your pockets, incredible disgusting disrespectful totally unacceptable behaviour.

When you can't compete/argue logically, disrupt! Some low life reported @TravelBluez for inauthentic behaviour and X has suspended it. At this point, I don't even know what inauthentic behaviour means. X policy suggests usage of bots, spam, etc, which we don't indulge in.

This man speaks for a lot of Britain people. We simply don’t trust Farage based on his past behaviour.