The scenes in Belfast last night were shocking and completely unacceptable. There is no justification for the violence and disorder that we saw threatening our communities, nor for those who encouraged it, online or elsewhere. It is clear that people were targeted last night because of their background and I will not tolerate it. Those responsible will feel the full force of the law. I’ve spoken to the Chief Constable of the Police Service of Northern Ireland to convey my thanks to them and the frontline emergency services for their bravery in keeping people safe. I’ve also spoken to the First Minister and Deputy First Minister to discuss the ongoing situation. Appealing for calm must be the priority, and that is what I urge now. We must let the police get on with their work.

The far right in Belfast are attacking homes that belong to black and brown people including families. Children are living in fear as they attack with bricks, sticks and other objects. Where’s the police? Keir Starmer and Shabana Mahmood. - WE FEEL UNSAFE

Last week, I was telling people that the real place to watch in Europe for a violent uprising in response to the oppressive government regimes, was Ireland. I’m not shocked at all to see this. x.com/TheBritLad/status/1989…

Video with subtitles of yesterday’s attempted beheading of a young British man by a Somali migrant in Belfast. It’s a hard watch but Europeans must see it. Those who intervened and smashed a shovel over the attackers’ head are heroes They most likely saved that young man’s life

When I was 15, I met a guy online who was older, in his 20's. He was weird, made me uncomfortable and I decided not to hook up with him again. He had a different experience and the next day showed up outside my house in his truck waiting for me. My dad had to threaten him. I couldn't tell him why he was there. Then he followed me around every so often in his truck when I rode my bike. He messaged me constantly. I blocked him and he changed his screename. I deleted my account, he found the new one. His truck would be sitting in the parking lot at my school. Throughout my 20's, he was a constant threat in the background. He would disappear for a year or two, then I'd get a random IM on yahoo, 'Hey gorgeous...' I'd realize instantly. He'd show up at my work acting like my boyfriend. He tried disguising himself with someone else's photo until he got me talking and then reveal himself hoping I'd see his devotion and love him. I'd get a text, 'Hey gorgeous...' I'd get a new phone... 'Hey gorgeous...' He'd be on every dating site, then dating app. Always anonymous until he revealed himself again. Every interaction I told him no. I used to tell him sweet things to avoid his anger. Then I told him directly how I felt. I even tried being cruel and frank to show I had no interest. He'd disappear. Then 'Hey gorgeous...' By the time I met Jacob, I'd walled myself in to only people I knew. I'd adapted everything around safety, always with a thought of avoiding him. I told people as I got older and they witnessed my face turn white when he found me again, or saw me suddenly stop and leave a store or the park. 'Call the police.' The police said they needed his name, address, and evidence he was threatening me. He never told me his real name. It changed. Where he lived changed. He was 45 minutes away, then down the street, then in another state. People told me I was being paranoid. I was overreacting. He had a crush on me. Maybe I should give him a chance. 'It's just online... it's not real.' Every so often a friend would describe him casually, 'oh I talked to this guy who said he knew you. Was asking about you...' He attended my father's funeral. He stared in the corner, waited until I was surrounded by people to approach me with that same big dumb smile and said, 'I'm always here for you.' I was standing next to my grandmother. No one - no one - took it seriously. I began to question myself. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe I had overreacted. He never physically hurt me. He never did anything but say hello and ask for another date. Just a few months ago, I was cleaning up my emails, passwords etc and realized I still had a few dating site profiles out there. I signed into one to delete it. Within minutes... minutes... 'Hey gorgeous!!' I've carried this anxiety around, quietly, shamefully, for 28 years. You don't understand how these impossible experiences feel until you're trapped in one. Speaking out is giving them power and validation. Most people live it quietly, like I did. Imagine how brave you have to be to speak to the NYT about the most protected, supported Democratic candidate in the country right now.

My inbox has been flooded with messages from parents who say their doctors told them their baby would have a disability and recommended abortion. They refused and delivered baby. Baby was born with no disability. Of course not every case, but thousands and thousands.

Meet James, he's a rootin' tootin' Texan who drives a Chevy in a cowboy hat and eats BBQ with a napkin. As a born and raised Texan, I am definitely falling for this it is super duper convincing!! He's just like me! 😂😂😂

Our problem is we still think we have something to lose.

NVIDIA wants a data center in your home. A partnership with Span would put AI compute units outside new construction homes, spreading compute across neighborhoods instead of massive warehouses. Homeowners would get free electricity, internet, and backup power. Would you do it?

You’re standing in a long line at the deli. A guy walks in behind you, shifts to your left to walk next to the line and slides in front of the guy several people ahead of you. An urban planner reminds you that really is the most efficient way of managing a line.