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By the by, HMRC has failed its own audit for more than 20 consecutive years due to material fraud and error. Committed by HMRC.
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"This paper is the paper of the century, and to quote @Kevin_McKernan : "They knocked it out of the park on this one".
To summarize: The authors confirm presence of DNA in 4 COVID-19 Pfizer shot vials that exceeded EMA limits by 3-4 times, settled 'issues' pertaining to DNA quantification methods and provide strong evidence "true" DNA levels without RNA interference, show !spike persistence! which is still at high levels after 7 days, and exosomal shuttling which has major implications for shedding. The paper is not only a work of art in terms of the study layout, it is very well-written and settles ongoing 'issues' pertaining to allegations made by regulatory bodies (Therapeutic Goods Administration) that the DNA contamination issues is misinformation."
@dystopian_DU @BroadbentMP @SenatorRennick @SenatorAntic @SenRonJohnson @MRobertsQLD @juliangillespie @katiebeenanddid @jikkyleaks @lifebiomedguru
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Our Calendar for 2027 is now ready to order.
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The Lonach Highlanders on
the move they are from the Strathdon area of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, who form a unique part of the annual Lonach Highland and Friendly Society founded in 1823.
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To be clear, the extra cost of using methyl folate instead of folic acid works out at about 12-40 pence per person per year.
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UNEARTHED VIDEO: Pope Leo pushed Catholics to take the COVID jab in 2021.
"Roll up your sleeves and all of you get vaccinated, because it is truly a great service. As Pope Francis said: 'It is an act of love.'"
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Not only are all the recent popes the most holy ones ever, we are also living in the most holy era ever. 🥳🥳
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‘Fatima is the answer’
Transalpine Redemptorists’ Bishop @FrMichaelMary speaks on the papacy at 2026 CMRI conference.
✍️ @StephenKokx & @Radical_Fidelit integritymagazine.org/2026/1…
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Keynote address of our Bishop Michael Mary at the 2026 Fatima Conference hosted by the Congregation of Mary Immaculate Queen and introduced by His Lordship Bishop Pivarunas.
It is possible to watch this and all the conferences on the CMRI Youtube chanel here:
youtu.be/Lw2PvP-hJ_0
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"You and the bishops begin by invoking Our Lord’s prayer in John 17, “that they may be one as we are one.” This is so repulsive that I can hardly find the words to express my disgust. How wicked that you would try to use Christ’s own words to manipulate souls into remaining in communion with Robert Prevost and his apostate Synodal Circus.
Yes, Christ did indeed desire unity, but unity around the true Faith. He never meant unity as affiliation with an institution that is in total rebellion against God and completely at odds with the Faith handed down through the centuries. Unity, SACBC, can NEVER be separated from Catholic Truth, and you have nothing left of that..."
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No Crisis. An Optimum.
For three decades you have been told that Earth faces a climate emergency. That CO₂ is a pollutant. That the air you breathe and the weather you live in are dangerously abnormal and getting worse. Governments repeat it. Networks repeat it. Your children bring it home from school as settled fact.
It's huge lie. It is a story that gets the sign wrong on every physical variable it names. Set the story aside for ten minutes and look at what the instruments actually record.
The gas plants eat
Everything alive is built from atmospheric CO₂. Every leaf, every grain of wheat, every muscle fiber in every animal, every cell of you reading this. Plants pull carbon out of the air, and the rest of the food chain lives on what they build.
The air now holds 420 parts per million of CO₂. Across the last 540 million years, the average has been closer to 2500. During the Cambrian explosion, when complex life first flooded the oceans, it was 4500. The dinosaurs lived at 1700. Commercial greenhouses pump in CO₂ until they reach 1000 to 1500 ppm, because that is where plants grow fastest and strongest.
So where are we? At roughly a sixth of the geological average. At roughly a third of what plants actually want. In the whole long history of green life on this planet, we are living at the low end of the fuel gauge.
How low? Below 150 ppm, photosynthesis stops. Plants die. Everything that eats plants dies. Everything that eats those animals dies. The whole biosphere ends. Before humans started burning coal, the air sat at 280 ppm. Only 130 ppm above zero. At the last ice age it was 180 ppm. Thirty ppm above the end of the world.
Rising CO₂ moves life away from that cliff. Not toward it.
There is no such thing as a global temperature
Before going further, throw out a phrase that has done enormous damage. "Global temperature." It does not exist. It is not a physical quantity. Nothing in nature has that temperature. No instrument can measure it. It is a number manufactured by institutions and sold to the public as if it were a reading off a thermometer.
It is a blatant and TOTAL lie. It was built to propagandize and to brainwash. Every headline about the planet "warming by 1.5 degrees" or "approaching a dangerous threshold" rests on that invented number. Pull the number out and the headline collapses.
So forget "global warming." It is a slogan built on a quantity that was concocted for the purpose of frightening you. Stick to what instruments at specific places actually record, and to the physical and biological changes you can see and measure directly.
What is actually happening to the Earth
You do not have to take anyone's word for the direction things are moving. Satellites have been watching.
The planet is getting greener. Leaf area has grown across a quarter to half of all vegetated land in the satellite era, and CO₂ is the main reason. Global grain production has tripled since 1961. The Sahel, the strip of Africa south of the Sahara, is pushing green back into what used to be desert. Growing seasons in the farming belts of North America, Europe, and Asia are longer than they were a generation ago.
These are not projections. These are measurements of physical things. More leaves. More grain. More forest where there was sand. The world your parents grew up on had less food and less forest than the world you live on now.
What is actually happening to people
Climate activists tell you the weather is killing more of us. The death records say the opposite. Deaths from floods, droughts, storms, and extreme temperatures are down roughly 95 to 98 percent per person since the 1920s. The planet has four times as many people on it as it did then, and far fewer of them die from weather.
Insurance payouts for weather disasters show no upward trend once you adjust for the fact that there are more people with more stuff in harm's way. Even the IPCC, in its own latest report, quietly admits it has "low confidence" that most types of extreme weather are getting worse.
The emergency is not in the data. It is in the headlines about the data.
What the past tells us
Every time in human history that proxy records show warmer, wetter local conditions, civilizations expanded. The mid-Holocene, when the Sahara was green and farming spread across Eurasia. The Roman period, when the empire fed itself from North African grain and grew wine in Britain. The Medieval period, when Vikings farmed Greenland and European cathedrals went up on the strength of good harvests.
Every time local proxies show cold and drought, people died. The Little Ice Age brought the Great Famine, the Black Death, the collapse of Norse Greenland, witch hunts over failed crops, and revolutions driven by hunger.
Go further back. During the last interglacial, hippos lived in what is now the Thames. During the Pliocene, boreal forest grew on Ellesmere Island, within a thousand miles of the North Pole. Life, including every ancestor of every mammal alive today, did better in those windows than in the glacial periods that bracketed them.
Where we actually are
Pull back and look at the window we live in. CO₂ at the low end of what plants want, finally climbing back toward the range in which green life was built to flourish. Local proxy records across the planet showing a biosphere that is already thriving. Grain yields at record highs. Forests expanding. Deserts in retreat. Fewer people dying of weather than at any point in recorded history. More people fed, housed, lit, warmed, and connected than any generation that came before.
This is not a crisis. This is a shining city on a hill. And the trajectory is upward, provided we do not let the lie strangle it.
The crisis story only works if you flip every sign. You have to invoke a "global temperature" that does not exist. You have to call the gas that builds every living thing a pollutant. You have to call the warm, wet periods that fed every great civilization dangerous. You have to call the coldest, driest, most carbon-starved stretch in the geological record normal, and treat every step away from it as a threat.
That is not science. That is an inversion. It was built to frighten you into surrendering your energy, your food supply, your industry, and your freedom.
Stamp out the lie
The math deniers have had three decades of unchallenged airtime. They have captured curricula, redirected trillions of dollars, shuttered power plants, criminalized industries, and taught a generation of children to fear the air they exhale.
They have done it with numbers that do not exist and sign errors on numbers that do.
Name the lie every time you hear it. "Global temperature" is not a measurement. CO₂ is not a pollutant. The warm periods were not catastrophes. The current window is not an emergency. The geological record is not on their side. The biological record is not on their side. The mortality record is not on their side. The math is not on their side.
Nothing is on their side except repetition and institutional power. Both lose to clearly stated truth, repeated by enough people, long enough.
The future is better than the past. The biosphere is healthier than it was a century ago. Humanity is richer, longer-lived, and better fed than at any moment in its history. The trajectory keeps climbing as long as we keep the lights on, the fields fertilized, and the lie out of the policy rooms.
Stamp out the lie.
The city on the hill gets brighter from here.
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NOW will you highlight the government mandatory drugging of us @RupertLowe10 ??
@elonmusk does DT know that labour are doing a slow ☠️⚰️ of uk citizens?
Folic acid doesn't just fail to help. It actively blocks the pathways folate is supposed to support.
There are two places this matters most — your blood-brain barrier folate receptors, and the kidney enzyme that recycles folate back into circulation.
Folic acid competes at both.
So if you're eating well, avoiding processed food, even supplementing — but still relying on enriched grains or a supplement with folic acid — you may be blocking the very system you're trying to support.
The form is not a minor detail. It determines whether folate actually reaches your brain and tissues or just circulates unmetabolized.
If you have MTHFR, this matters even more.
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What an absolutely excellent article on the legality (or not!) of the Folic Acid mandate!
Needs to be read and shared far and wide.
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The kilted officer in this photograph escaped a POW camp in occupied Poland and made it home to Scotland.
His name was Tommy Macpherson, not “Mad Jack” Churchill. I found the date that made his courage real, and it stopped me cold: 4 November 1943, exactly two years after his capture in North Africa.
Macpherson had spent those years escaping, being caught and trying again. His last breakout took him through Poland, onto a Swedish ship and home to RAF Kinloss. His refusal to stay beaten leaves me in awe.
On 8 June 1944, he parachuted into occupied France with a three-man Jedburgh team to lead Resistance fighters. He wore the kilt deliberately, making Allied authority visible before Allied armies arrived.
I admire the swagger. I am even prouder of the choice behind it: Macpherson had finally reached safety, then returned to danger.
Suggest you do your utmost to check flour products for folic acid [carcinogenic], in order to avoid intake where possible.
Replying to @FoInsight @rogerwilkoout
Yes:
WHO and Chris Whitty are behind the folic acid push.
WHO: nitter.gq/ClareCraigPath/status/…
Chris Whitty:
nitter.gq/CMO_England/status/186…
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In 2006, workers digging a road in Belgium unearthed the body of a soldier who had lain hidden for nearly ninety years.
Most of the battlefield dead were buried in haste, tumbled into shell holes with no time for ceremony. But not this one.
This young man had been laid to rest with unmistakable care — and when they learned who had done it, and why, it broke their hearts...
The place was Polygon Wood, near Zonnebeke, in Belgium's Flanders Fields — ground soaked in the blood of the First World War. A construction crew, breaking earth for roadworks, struck something their machines were never meant to find. Not rock. Not clay. Bones.
In this corner of Belgium, that is not as rare as you might think. More than a century after the guns fell silent, the soil around Ypres is still giving up its dead. The workers stopped at once and called the man who is summoned for exactly this: Johan Vandewalle, a Belgian battlefield archaeologist who has spent his life recovering the fallen of the Great War, and who runs a little café and museum nearby.
Over the following days, Vandewalle and his team carefully uncovered not one soldier but five, all young Australians, buried together where they fell. They would come to be known as the "Zonnebeke Five." Four of the bodies had suffered badly in the earth. But the fifth was different.
The fifth soldier had been wrapped, with great care, in a canvas groundsheet — the standard-issue sheet a soldier used for shelter. The wrapping had protected him so well that his remains, even his boots, were remarkably intact after ninety years. And there was one detail that stopped the excavators in their tracks.
His arms had been folded gently across his chest.
No one does that in the frenzy of battle unless they love the man they are burying. This was not a body dumped in a crater. This was someone laid to rest, tenderly, by a hand that grieved. Someone had knelt in that hell and taken the time to do it right.
The question was: who was he, and who had buried him with such love?
In time, several of the Zonnebeke Five were identified through DNA, matched to living relatives back in Australia. The soldier in the groundsheet was Private John Hunter — known to his family as Jack — of the 49th Battalion, Australian Infantry, a young man from the town of Nanango in Queensland. And when his family's story was traced, through the memories passed down by his niece, the truth of that tender grave finally emerged.
Jack Hunter had not gone to war alone. He had a brother.
His name was James Hunter — Jim — and he was Jack's younger brother. The two of them, boys from the same Queensland home, had enlisted and ended up serving side by side in the very same battalion, in one of the most terrible battles of the most terrible war the world had ever known.
To understand what Jim did, you have to understand where he did it.
The fighting around Polygon Wood in September of 1917 was part of the wider campaign history remembers as Passchendaele — a byword for horror even by the standards of the First World War. The land had been shelled into oblivion. Trees were reduced to blackened splinters. The earth itself had been churned into a bottomless soup of mud and water, so deep that wounded men sometimes drowned in it before anyone could reach them.
It was into this that the Hunter brothers advanced, on the 26th of September, 1917.
Somewhere in that chaos of shellfire and machine guns, Jack was hit. And his younger brother Jim reached him.
Jack died there, in Jim's arms.
What Jim did next is the reason we tell this story at all. He was in the middle of an active battlefield. Shells were still falling. Another attack could come at any moment. Every instinct of survival screamed at him to move, to take cover, to save himself. Instead, Jim stayed with his brother's body — and he buried him.
He wrapped Jack in his groundsheet. He folded Jack's arms across his chest, the way you would lay out a loved one for a proper funeral. He dug a grave as best he could in that waterlogged ground, and he laid his brother in it, and he did his utmost to mark the spot so that he could one day come back and find him.
But Passchendaele did not let anything stay marked. The next barrage reshaped the ground. The rains filled the craters. The mud closed over everything. And by the time the battle had moved on, the little grave was gone, swallowed by the churned and ruined earth.
Jim Hunter survived the war. He went back, afterward, and searched for the place where he had buried his brother — but it had vanished, erased along with the whole shattered landscape. In time, he returned home to Australia. He carried Jack with him for the rest of his life, always believing, always hoping, that one day the two of them would somehow be reunited.
He died without ever finding his brother's grave. He never knew that anyone ever would.
And then, decades after Jim was gone, a road crew broke ground near Polygon Wood — and Jack came back into the light at last, still wrapped in the groundsheet his brother had folded around him, his arms still crossed where his brother's hands had placed them.
In 2007, Private John "Jack" Hunter was reburied with full military honours at the Buttes New British Cemetery, only a short distance from where he had fallen. He has a proper headstone now, carved with his name. It reads: "Beloved son of Harry and Emily Hunter, Nanango, QLD. At rest after being lost for 90 years." And his name was removed from the great Menin Gate memorial to the missing — because he was no longer missing. He had been found.
Johan Vandewalle could not let the story rest there. So moved was he by what one brother had done for another that he set out to build a permanent memorial to it — and to all the brothers who fought and suffered and died side by side in that war. In the years that followed, an Australian sculptor named Louis Laumen created the centrepiece: a life-size bronze of Jim cradling his dying brother Jack in his arms.
That memorial stands in Zonnebeke today, and people travel from Australia and around the world to see it. They stand before the two bronze brothers, and they read the story, and very often they weep — because the loss of seventeen million souls in that war is a number too vast for the human heart to hold, but one brother refusing to leave another is something we understand completely.
Jack and Jim Hunter were not statistics. They were two boys from a Queensland town who grew up together, and went to war together, and in the end lay only a groundsheet apart across ninety years.
One brother would not leave the other behind. And in the end, neither did history.
Had you ever heard the story of the Hunter brothers? Tell us below. And here's one for today: is there a story of devotion between brothers or sisters in your own family that has stayed with you all your life?
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