𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐... 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 Kaizer Chiefs forward Luke Baartman dedicated his Man of the Match award to his grandmother following an impressive performance in their 3-1 win against Kruger United last night. 🎥: Kaizer Chiefs #FARPost #BetwayPremshow more

Can you really say he deserves this nomination? I... doubt it. No doubt, Ronwen Williams isn't just one of the first eleven among the South African AFCON players. He was the best among them. He did not just play at the Africa Cup of Nations (AFCON) 2024; he has redefined what it means to be a custodian between the posts. His performance wasn't merely exceptional; it was a masterclass in goalkeeping that will be talked about for years to come. In the quarterfinals against Cape Verde, Williams didn't just save penalties;he choreographed a dance of rebellion, stopping four out of five shots in the shootout. This wasn't just skill; it was as if he had peered into the future, knowing precisely where each ball would go. This feat alone would have been enough to etch his name in AFCON history, but Williams was just warming up. His journey through the tournament was marked by clean sheets and crucial saves, showcasing a blend of athleticism, intuition, and sheer willpower. Against Morocco, a team riding high on confidence, Williams stood tall, his presence in goal was like that of an immovable fortress. Each save was not just a stop; it was a statement, a declaration that on this day, in this tournament, he was unbeatable. The semifinals against Nigeria, laughs! The clash of the Titans. The real AFCON finals, no offence. A match where the stakes were as high as the tension, saw Williams concede but only after a battle where he seemed to stretch time itself, diving, parrying, and commanding his area with the authority of a seasoned general. His performance in the penalty shootouts wasn't just about stopping the ball; it was about breaking the spirit of the opposition, making them doubt their abilities with every save. When the tournament concluded, and the awards were handed out, there was no surprise when Williams was named the Goalkeeper of the Tournament. This wasn't just an award; it was an acknowledgment of a stellar performance that transcended the ordinary. That's an extraordinary performance. His stats - five clean sheets, six penalties saved, and an array of saves that defied physics - tell a story of dominance, of a goalkeeper who didn't just play the game but owned it. Bosso ke mang? Ke Williams! Oga na master! I celebrate Williams, not just for his individual brilliance but for how he carried an entire nation's hopes on his shoulders. In a tournament where every game was a battle, Williams was South Africa's greatest shield, their beacon of hope, and ultimately, their hero even while bowing to the Super Eagles. His performance at AFCON 2024 will be remembered not just for what he did on the field but for how he inspired a generation of goalkeepers and football fans across Africa. In the Hall of AFCON fame, many names will be remembered, but few will shine as brightly as Williams, whose gloves seemed to have a mind of their own, saving not just goals but etching moments into the hearts of football lovers everywhere. His was not just a performance; it was a phenomenon, a testament to what one individual can achieve when they rise to the occasion, not just as a player, but as a legend in the making. So, I DOUBT that he doesn't just deserve the nomination, especially being the first goalkeeper in history to be nominated for the Yashin Trophy while playing for a club in Africa. He deserves to win it. And I am very proud of him. I mean, watch these 👇🏾 God bless Ronwen Williams God bless South Africa God Bless Africashow more

The body of a 28-year-old journalist was found in... a septic tank on the premises of a contractor whom he had recently exposed for corruption in #Chhattisgarh. #MukeshChandrakar, who worked with a local news channel, was found dead on January 3 in #Bijapur district. Mukesh, who had been missing since the night of January 1, recently conducted an investigation against contractor #SureshChandrakar, exposing alleged irregularities in a Rs 120-crore road construction project in #Bastar. The expose had prompted the government to initiate an enquiry into the contractor's activities. Mukesh's elder brother, #YukeshChandrakar, filed a missing person report after his phone remained switched off following a meeting arranged by Suresh Chandrakar's brother, Ritesh, at one of the contractor's properties. On January 3, Mukesh's body was discovered inside the water tank on the premises of Suresh's property in Chattanpara, where he was last seen. "The victim's brother informed us that Mukesh had been missing since January 1. We initiated action, scanned CCTV footage and also found his last location. We found Mukesh's dead body inside a tank in the evening today," a senior police official said. The police acted swiftly, arresting Suresh Chandrakar from #Hyderabad and Ritesh from #Delhi, sources said. One labourer who helped in getting rid of the body has also been arrested. Several suspects, including those from the contractor's circle, are being questioned, police said.show more

A Ransom Was Paid and Two Chinese Executives Were... Killed in Manila, the Suspect Fled to the USA Xia Ke Fu and his Chinese-American partner went to Manila in June 2024 for what they were told was a business deal. Their families paid 3 million RMB to get them back, and both were killed anyway, their bodies left in a ravine in Camarines Sur. On July 20 the man China calls the ringleader, named only as Liu, walked off a commercial flight at Beijing Capital Airport in handcuffs, repatriated from the United States. The Ministry of Public Security says Liu led a group that repeatedly kidnapped and killed Chinese nationals in the Philippines. He fled to the US after the 2024 killings. Beijing issued an Interpol Red Notice, shared evidence with US law enforcement, and the US arrested him in October 2024. MPS is presenting the handover as a product of the Xi-Trump summit and a China-US win against transnational crime. Xia was a marketing director at Suzhou RainMed Medical Technology; his partner held US citizenship, and a friend reported the kidnapping to the FBI's Los Angeles office. Philippine police named eight persons of interest in 2024, five foreigners and three Filipinos, but the man Beijing wanted was already in the US. MPS gave no charge against Liu and did not say under what legal mechanism the US sent him back.show more

🚨12 HOUR NEWS RECAP 1.⁠ Russia pushed back against... accusations they interfered in the recent Georgian elections, saying, "There are attempts to interfere, but not from Russia's side." 2.⁠ The U.S is running out of air-defense missiles as conflicts intensify in the Middle East and Ukraine, raising concerns about its readiness for a potential Pacific conflict. 3.⁠ A man died after a Hezbollah rocket struck the northern Israeli town of Ma'alot-Tarshiha. 4.⁠ Steve Bannon was released from prison one week before the U.S election. 5.⁠ The Houthis claimed responsibility for a drone that exploded in an open area in the southern coastal city of Ashkelon. There were no injuries in the attack. 6.⁠ Following the assassination of Hassan Nasrallah in September, Hezbollah has appointed his deputy, Naim Qassem, as their new leader. 7.⁠ The China Manned Space Agency (CMSA) released the latest design for the spacesuit their astronauts will wear on a mission to the Moon, scheduled to take place by 2030. 8.⁠ After it appeared that YouTube was shadow-banning Joe Rogan's interview with Trump, making it difficult for people to search for it, Joe uploaded it to X. Within a few hours, it racked up millions of views. 9.⁠ As Kim Jong Un's relationship with Putin strengthens, North Korea is preparing to launch another military satellite with technological help from Russia. 10.⁠ Biden cast his ballot early, showing his ID before voting, which led people to question why the Dems are so against voter ID checks.show more

Not just saying this coz cr7's stans are hilariously... triggered and running maliciously edited agendas on here - this is just a pure truth nuke: When you actually watch them both play across dozens of full games, Henry in his prime years was generally more unstoppable, more unpredictable, more dominant, more threatening, and more capable of carrying lesser teammates. It's fairly obvious too tbh Cr7 is clearly an all timer of course (nowhere near goat tho), has his own advantages (technical consistency in certain actions/areas, predatory goal-scoring), and deserves a bigger legacy due to immense longevity, skillset, adaptability, records - but he has also benefited massively from selfish main character syndrome + spending his prime stat-padding in two of the most expensive, dominant super teams ever - not to mention the 2 biggest global brands. After Penaldo (+Tevez) left and were replaced inadequately, Utd got a bit worse. Yet they still won more leagues, and got to another CL final shortly after. Real Madrid kept churning big titles no problem. After Henry left, Arsenal went 20+ years without sniffing the same heights. Of course Henry leaving is not the only, or even biggest reason for that - but it is indicative of the environments they operated in. Henry carried Arsenal to their 2 biggest milestones - the invincibles+06 CL final run - far more than Ronaldo has ever carried anything Both at their best, Henry makes you a bit more likely to win football matches in most scenarios. Virtually every defender who played against both around their primes, says Henry was better/tougher, and the tape backs it up. While Henry gets slated by his countrymen, he was better for France than Ronaldo was for Portugal. You can throw all the cherry picked out of context stats and all the ballon d'ors and all the dishonest edited fail comps - or you can extensively watch the actual tape. Henry has bullied and spanked every goat level defender multiple times - not sure Cristiano on his own wud make Carragher sweat much. As a pure individual, a good defender generally locks him up more easily, he's more reliant on elite service (this is all relative, and a matter of degrees ofc) It's also hilarious that Henry legit eats more negative, lazy narratives than cr7 does, despite Cristiano having a much bigger profile, much greater longevity - and still having equivalent black marks (forget world cup or euros record, dont look at his record vs Chelsea or liverpool, especially away, never mind his actual performances which his stats usually inflate) - people seem to lowkey understand in the back of their minds who should be held to higher standards + Henry is hit with bad faith agendas by every modern PL fan cuz they think he's 'gettable' (salah, kdb, cr7, even the odd hazard/drogba stan) Henry was legit a big part of Arsenal becoming a global superbrand, big part of why they have a cultural stranglehold. In his prime, rivals across England would regularly chant his name as he destroyed their teams, just coz of how outrageously good he was. Nothing manufactured. Despite all that he adjusted his role and deferred to Zidane for France and Messi for Barcelona, for the good of the team. Pendu on the other hand got botox, fillers and does buttlicking sycophantic interviews with Piers Morgan for the same reason he fouls his own teammates to statpad another tap in, shamelessly takes his shirt off for the cameras after an invisible performance + penalty to make it 4-1 in a CL final, performatively 'coaches' in euro 2016 (the players who actually won the game didn't notice), and tanked every team for the last 5+ years with his burdening presence: to bolster his own brand/legacy no matter what. Homelander is an unfair comparison, he cannot compete with CRkelly Google 'Cristiano Ronaldo Las Vegas' for more infoshow more

Has anyone had a mystical experience in a temple... before? You don’t need to share details (if not comfortable), but curious if it still happens. Kirtland Temple Mysticism: 1. The wind A sound like a rushing wind filled the house. The whole congregation stood up at once, moved by something none of them could see. Men began speaking in tongues. Then George A. Smith told them what he was looking at. The temple was full of angels. 2. The horseman Roger Orton said he saw an angel on a horse of fire with a flaming sword in his hand. Five more rode behind him. They circled the temple and held the line against whatever was trying to get in. He was not the prophet. He was one of the seventy. He said it out loud and men wrote it down. 3. The four words Edward Partridge wrote in his journal the day it happened. Many spoke in tongues. Some saw visions. Frederick Williams saw an angel. Then he went back and squeezed four more words in above the line. Or rather the Savior. 4. The neighbor Heber Kimball described the angel at the dedication the way you would describe a man who came to your door. Tall. Black eyes. White hair. A robe down near the ankles. Sandals on his feet. Sent to accept the house. That is not how people invent myths. That is how people report. 5. Easter, 1836 Easter Sunday. Passover week. Two men pulled the veil shut and prayed in silence. Christ stood on the breastwork of the pulpit and said the house was accepted. Then Moses. Then Elias. Then Elijah, in the same season Jewish families the world over were setting a place for him and opening the door. 6. Fifteen weeks People talk about the Kirtland Pentecost like it was one night. It was fifteen weeks. January 21 to May 1, 1836. Tongues, prophecy, fire on their heads, angels in the aisles, and the Lord himself.show more

Diversification isn’t optional, it’s your best defense in today’s... volatile market. #Investing #FinancialFreedom #WealthManagement #StockMarket Created with ImagineArt Creators Prompt: Scene 1 (00:00 – 00:01) Visual: Medium shot of a professional man with curly brown hair in a dark blue shirt and grey blazer, sitting at a wooden desk holding a brown coffee cup. In the background against a light grey studio wall, a holographic green candlestick chart rises upward. Camera / Action: Static eye-level shot. The man gestures with one hand while speaking directly to camera. Scene 2 (00:01 – 00:02) Visual: Same medium framing. The holographic overlay transitions into a volatile, fluctuating stock graph with a downward red trend line. Camera / Action: Subtle slow push-in. The man maintains eye contact and speaks with confident, engaging expression. Scene 3 (00:02 – 00:04) Visual: Close-up shot of the man smiling and speaking. Translucent futuristic HUD elements surround him, displaying pie charts, stock tickers, and glowing green analytics. Camera / Action: Slight camera drift, shallow depth of field focusing sharply on his facial expressions as he emphasizes points with both hands. Scene 4 (00:04 – 00:06) Visual: Wide tracking shot in a high-tech corporate control room. The man stands beside a massive wall-to-wall blue digital screen displaying world maps, data charts, and market metrics. Camera / Action: Medium pan following him as he turns, raises his arm, and points directly at an active trendline on the display. Scene 5 (00:06 – 00:07) Visual: Close-up portrait of the man speaking with serious conviction against a minimal light grey studio backdrop. Neon line graphs and floating numeric data points hover faintly beside him. Camera / Action: Static tight framing, crisp lighting highlighting facial details and hand gestures pointing forward. Scene 6 (00:07 – 00:09) Visual: Medium return shot at the wooden desk. The man rests both hands around his coffee cup, smiling warmly at the camera with neon green return metrics floating in the background. Camera / Action: Locked-off medium shot, friendly and authoritative closing pose with studio key lighting.show more

Everything was going perfectly… until the waiter accidentally exposed... him. Sir, same order as always? Bro went from romantic date to explaining his entire life in 3 seconds Prompt: Create a 15-second ultra-realistic cinematic romantic comedy scene set inside an elegant, expensive restaurant at night. The scene should begin like a sophisticated romantic movie and gradually turn into an awkward comedy. Scene 1 — The Perfect Date (0–4s) A young man in his mid-20s is sitting across from his crush at a luxurious upscale restaurant. He is dressed perfectly, clearly trying to impress her. Warm candlelight, elegant décor, soft background music, beautifully plated food, and romantic cinematic lighting. They are smiling and having a great conversation. The guy looks confident and happy, clearly thinking the date is going perfectly. Scene 2 — The Waiter Arrives (4–8s) A confident waiter approaches their table with a familiar smile. He looks directly at the guy and casually says: “Sir, same order as always?” The guy's smile immediately disappears. He freezes. His crush looks at him suspiciously. She asks: **“You've been here before?”** He nervously shakes his head. “No.” The waiter suddenly realizes his mistake. He looks embarrassed and says: “Oh… sorry. Wrong person.” The guy visibly relaxes. His crush also smiles and the romantic atmosphere returns. Scene 3 — The Second Punchline (8–12s) The waiter starts walking away, then suddenly stops. He turns back toward the guy. “Oh, one more thing…” The guy looks nervous again. The waiter casually adds: “You still owe us money from last time.” The guy's face completely drops. His crush slowly turns toward him in disbelief. Scene 4 — Final Reaction (12–15s) The guy desperately tries to explain himself: “I can explain.” His crush folds her arms and gives him a suspicious look. The waiter walks away completely unaware of the chaos he just caused. End on the guy's awkward expression as the romantic music abruptly stops. Visual style: high-end romantic comedy film, ultra-realistic actors, elegant restaurant interior, warm cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field, natural facial expressions, subtle camera movements, realistic waiter interaction, strong comedic timing, believable dialogue delivery, polished 4K cinematography. Important:The first half should genuinely feel like a beautiful romantic date. The comedy should come entirely from the waiter's innocent mistake and the increasingly awkward situation. No subtitles, no text overlays, no watermark.show more

🚨12 HOUR NEWS RECAP 1.⁠ Trump returned to the... White House, still full of energy, despite a marathon Middle East peace tour where he saw the last Israeli hostages released from Gaza and then flew to Egypt for the Sharm El-Sheikh Peace Summit with world leaders. 2.⁠ Screams of joy filled the air as Israeli hostages freed from Gaza after 2 years of captivity were finally reunited with their families. World leaders were united in their praise for Trump in bringing an end to the war. 3.⁠ Leaders from at least 27 countries gathered in Egypt to witness the signing of the historic peace agreement that brought to an end the Gaza war. Trump announced the Trump Declaration for Enduring Peace and Prosperity, declaring the war officially over and a new chapter of stability beginning. 4.⁠ Hamas accused Israel of violating the ceasefire agreement after airstrikes killed several people in Gaza, and the fatal shooting of 5 Palestinians who crossed a ceasefire line and approached Israeli forces. 5.⁠ Trump is due to posthumously award Charlie Kirk the Presidential Medal of Freedom at the White House later today. The ceremony falls on what would have been Charlie’s 32nd birthday. His widow, Erika, will attend with family and conservative leaders. 6.⁠ SpaceX’s latest Starship test flight completed one of its main objectives - opening its side payload door and releasing several dummy satellites while traveling at near-orbital speed. The booster executed its final landing maneuvers smoothly splashing down in the Indian Ocean, marking the second time a Version 2 Starship has completed a full flight profile. 7.⁠ Following Trump’s historic peace deal in Gaza, Time put him on its front cover using a picture he slammed as “the worst of all time. I never liked taking pictures from underneath angles, but this is a super bad picture and deserves to be called out.” 8.⁠ Torrential rains slammed central and Gulf Coast Mexico, killing at least 64 people and leaving 65 missing. Over 100,000 homes were flooded, power went out across 5 states, and entire roads and bridges were literally washed away. 9.⁠ A powerful nor’easter, the type of massive winter storm known for heavy coastal flooding and fierce winds, tore up the East Coast, hammering Long Beach with waves up to 16 feet and gusts reaching 45 mph. Reporters on scene described relentless surf and flooding from the Carolinas to New York. 10.⁠ Three police officers are dead and 13 others injured after a booby-trapped farmhouse exploded during an eviction raid in Castel D’Azzano, Italy. Police say 3 siblings refused to leave - and instead turned their home into a death trap, detonating gas cylinders as officers entered.show more

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a... while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.show more

Who is the "Thulla" in the Video tagged on... top right? Who are the "Groping Goons" in other Video below that? DGP, Odisha Odisha Police Who is the "Gesturing Tom" in the Photo, who is also part of that "Groping Goons"? CMO Odisha Governor Odisha Let's find out and Expose them and also seek Justice HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY SuryaCommand_IA Rajnath Singh Amit Shah Mohan Charan Majhi Prithiviraj Harichandan And do we want to suppprt Misinformation and Defamation against a woman just to save erring "Thullas"? NCW President of India Facts are clear NO need to let this pass ! Republic TIMES NOW IndiaToday News18 NDTV Zee News English NewsX World WION AajTak Times Now Navbharat Republic Bharat - रिपब्लिक भारत OTV ଓଟିଭି Doordarshan National दूरदर्शन नेशनल DD News All India Radio News PIB India The New Indian The Jaipur Dialogues Goa Chronicle Just to summarise Facts:- 1. Wrongful and unconstitutional arrest of serving officer by Odisha Police 2. Prevent the medical reports from being reported and changed hospitals to run Misinformation and Smear Campaign against Lady and Serving Officer 3. No CCTV footages in Police Station; an offence as per Supreme Court directions 4. Illegal arrest of Lady and Detention, without taking initial action against Goons and resisting to lodge FIR from her side 5. Disallowed initially meeting of the Serving Officer with authorised officers from Station Headquarters 6. Inspite of clear directions of the High Court Judge, the case was wilfully prevented to be listed till the Judge warned the concerned official on record 7. Even after Judge granted bail and ordered early release, Police still ensured that it took one more day to release 8. When Lady was released she was to go back to Jail for the last night but pressure from Army and an exceptional man in Police allowed her being readmitted into another department Concerned Senior Officials are acting, albeit sluggishly, while "Thullas" seem to be calling the shots to mislead Investigation and divert attention from core issues and Facts of the Case Need some from Odisha to Do More Naveen Patnaik Dharmendra Pradhan Baijayant Jay Panda Sambit Patra Need the Armed Forces to Wake Up and Smell the Coffee HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy Need Citizens to know that consuming alcohol, dancing, previous conduct, being rude and agitated after Groping & Molestation etc is NO reason to malign a Woman to derail action against "Thullas" Wrongful Arrest of a Serving Officer, incontravention to Laws, is a grave case of Highhandedness of Bharatpur Police Officials and they need to be Punished and Called Out too Nobody should feel elated after mistreating an Officer or his Lady Armed Forces are NOT trained to take Unwarranted Humiliation and have ample capacities to Do What is Necessary and Beyond Comprehension of Many and we have very good Instructors who can teach Moral Science in an Innovative Way Do NOT Test Our Patience ! #ArmyWillAct As a Nation we should put ourselves on Notice and Act Swiftly ! Narendra Modi Vice-President of India Lok Sabha Speaker गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India JAI HIND 🇮🇳show more