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Serious questions need answering. Is Sher-e-Punjab Injection selling stolen Rolex watches from the Knightsbridge smash-and-grab, or are these counterfeit Rolexes being passed off as genuine? Either way, ROLEX and authorities should urgently investigate. Luxury crime and fakes destroy trust and harm legitimate buyers.

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🚨🇬🇧 “The Far Right just hate the fact that London is a diverse progressive city” - Sadiq Kahn again today. Also London just three days ago in Knightsbridge - A Masked Gang, riding mopeds, carrying machetes, rob a ROLEX Shop - in the most expensive area of London. If it’s happening in Knightsbridge - just imagine what goes on in the Boroughs - this is the diverse progressive city of London now - and it’s all by design.

🚨🇬🇧 “The Far Right just hate the fact that London is a diverse progressive city” - Sadiq Kahn again today. Also London just three days ago in Knightsbridge - A Masked Gang, riding mopeds, carrying machetes, rob a ROLEX Shop - in the most expensive area of London. If it’s happening in Knightsbridge - just imagine what goes on in the Boroughs - this is the diverse progressive city of London now - and it’s all by design.

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TRENDING: #Cowboys star receiver George Pickens trying on different custom jewelry and watches that are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Pickens is getting paid 27.3 million dollars this season. GP has been living it up this offseason. 💰💰💰

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Today we just installed the fourth CNC machine on our shop floor which was built entirely in-house. If we hadn’t invested years into R&D and machine development, we’d still be importing this equipment and sending thousands of dollars out of the country for the same capability. Today, for this particular capacity, we operate more machines of our own design than imported ones. That shift wasn’t overnight and it didn’t come cheap. But it was worth it. Many more to come.

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Muslims were taking out the Tiranga Yatra in Madhya Pradesh's Guna when the alleged Bajrang Dal and VHP workers brought the Tiranga Yatra from the front and shouted Jai Shri Ram slogans in the procession being taken out by the Muslims. The Muslims were provoked, and later When there was a scuffle between the two groups, the workers of the VHP and Bajrang Dal started forcibly closing the market. The shop whose shop was not closed was ransacked and closed by the Bajrang dal and VHP. The Muslim community reached the police station with the Tiranga Yatra and lodged a complaint, and the police started reviewing the matter on the basis of the video.

Muslims were taking out the Tiranga Yatra in Madhya Pradesh's Guna when the alleged Bajrang Dal and VHP workers brought the Tiranga Yatra from the front and shouted Jai Shri Ram slogans in the procession being taken out by the Muslims. The Muslims were provoked, and later When there was a scuffle between the two groups, the workers of the VHP and Bajrang Dal started forcibly closing the market. The shop whose shop was not closed was ransacked and closed by the Bajrang dal and VHP. The Muslim community reached the police station with the Tiranga Yatra and lodged a complaint, and the police started reviewing the matter on the basis of the video.

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The last ticket and the dream GPT Image 2 and Seedance on Pollo AI Prompt : Pixar-Inspired 3D Animated World Cup 2026 Story Create a cinematic Pixar-style 3D animated short about a passionate young football fan whose biggest dream is to attend a FIFA World Cup match. A cheerful girl spends years saving coins in a jar labeled "World Cup." Show emotional montages of her adding spare change, counting her savings late at night, watching football highlights on TV, and imagining herself inside a giant stadium. Finally, World Cup match day arrives. She proudly wears her favorite team's jersey, wraps a scarf around her neck, and heads toward a massive World Cup stadium surrounded by thousands of excited fans waving flags and singing chants. Her eyes sparkle as she sees the stadium for the first time. At the ticket booth, disaster strikes. A giant sign reads: SOLD OUT Her smile disappears. She checks her savings again. Too late. No tickets remain. Heartbroken, she sits alone outside the stadium gates while thousands of fans enter. The atmosphere grows louder. Stadium lights illuminate the sky. Chants echo from inside. She watches families and supporters celebrating while she remains outside holding her jar of savings. Kickoff approaches. The stadium roars. Tears begin to form. Just when all hope seems lost, a kind football fan notices her sadness. He walks over and reveals something incredible: An extra World Cup ticket. The girl freezes. She can't believe it. Her eyes widen with excitement. She thanks him and runs toward the entrance as fast as she can. The gates open. She enters the stadium just as the players walk onto the pitch. The crowd erupts. Fireworks explode. Flags wave everywhere. The girl stands completely speechless as she sees the glowing stadium from inside for the very first time. As the match begins, she joins thousands of fans singing, cheering, and celebrating together. The game becomes everything she imagined and more. Every goal, every chant, every moment feels magical. Final cinematic shot: the girl standing among thousands of fans under dazzling stadium lights, holding her ticket close to her heart while fireworks burst above the arena. On-screen Text: "Sometimes one act of kindness can make a dream come true." Final Frame Text: THE LAST TICKET "Some dreams are worth waiting for." Pixar-quality 3D animation, emotional storytelling, expressive facial animation, cinematic camera movement, massive World Cup stadium atmosphere, vibrant crowd energy, golden-hour arrival, night stadium lighting, confetti, fireworks, emotional music, ultra-detailed rendering, movie-quality visuals, smooth scene transitions, 16:9 widescreen.

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🙏 The morning of September 11th, 2001, started like any other Tuesday at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland. Lt. Heather Penney was running training drills in her F-16, perfecting maneuvers she'd practiced a thousand times before. Then everything changed. The radio crackled: all aircraft, return immediately. America was under attack. By the time she touched down, the Twin Towers had been struck. The Pentagon, just fifteen miles away, was burning. And intelligence reported another hijacked plane heading straight for Washington. Heather and her commanding officer got the order: suit up, get airborne, intercept that plane. But there was a problem. Their F-16s were loaded for training exercises, not combat. No live missiles. No ammunition capable of taking down a commercial airliner. Just practice rounds and fuel tanks. That's when the impossible order came through her headset: stop that aircraft by any means necessary. Heather understood immediately what those words meant. If she couldn't shoot down the hijacked Boeing 757, she would have to physically ram it with her fighter jet. A deliberate midair collision at hundreds of miles per hour. No ejection possible. No parachute. No survival. She was twenty-six years old. A fighter pilot for less than two years. The daughter of a United Airlines pilot who flew the same type of aircraft now being used as weapons. Her commanding officer's voice came through: I'll take the cockpit, you take the tail. They were dividing the target between them, ensuring the plane would go down even if one of them missed. Heather's response was two words: Roger that. She strapped in, fired up the engine, and rocketed into the sky over Washington, breaking the sound barrier above the capital, something normally forbidden. The sonic booms rattled windows across the city, a thunderous announcement that American fighters were responding. As she climbed toward intercept altitude, her mind raced through questions no training had prepared her for. What part of the fuselage should she aim for? What speed? What angle would guarantee the plane went down immediately? She scanned the skies, searching for United Flight 93. Searching for the target she would destroy with her own body. Accepting, with each passing second, that she was flying toward certain death. But she never found the plane. Because two hundred miles away, the passengers had already made their choice. They'd stormed the cockpit. Flight 93 crashed into a Pennsylvania field at 10:03 AM. Heather flew patrol over Washington for hours afterward, protecting skies that had already been saved by ordinary Americans who refused to be weapons. When she finally landed, her crew chief had tears in his eyes. He hadn't expected to see her again. 🙏

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Wanna Visit Kashi & Have Darshan of Lord Vishwanath ji? Here are some Tips from Experience. Read fully. Share widely. Har har Mahadev. - If you are in Kashi, you definitely need to stay on the Ghat. I have come multiple times & the goto place for us is Hotel Alka on Meer Ghat. Amazing location (close to temple), rooms are super clean, food is top notch. Try to book the Deluxe or Royal View or Premium View rooms. They range in 4000 to 7000 per night. Since we booked months back, we got the Premium Rooms at great Valuation. You can see the Ganga ji directly. - If you book rooms on the Ghats, you will have to walk the last mile. Autos will come to a certain distance, then you will have to walk the small Gullis (Small streets). The stay is worth the walk. So if you have elders traveling, you need to plan accordingly. - If you want to visit Kashi Vishwanath ji, the best way is to book an aarti ONLINE. This is the only way you can get into the main Mandir without huge queues. Very affordable darshans, worth it. Login to We booked 3 AM mangla aarti and evening 7 PM sapt Rishi aarti. Avoid agents. They will take much more than online prices, so be aware. - Pls note that crowd management inside Kashi Vishwanath Mandir is really bad. I hope Modi ji does something about it. I saw lots of elders who came all the way, but they get squeezed inside the mandir. Anyway, that's part of the deal 😀😀 - If you take the darshan ticket it will be worth. You can only carry tickets and id card while entering. Best to leave your chappals and electronics in the room. Yes, only carry the bhakti here with you. And maybe some cash. - Now there are locker systems inside the temple complex, which you can use for free. Kashi is full of pujaris who want to make a quick buck (unlike many other places). So try not to talk to anyone, be confident & use the free facilities. - In Kashi, it's very easy to get misguided by shop owners. So only and only ask your questions to the police officers. Kashi temple is full of them 👍 - Now, the best part. Ganga ji. Do not miss taking bath in her. Take her blessings. Always cross the river and take a bath. You can negotiate and pay ₹50 per passenger to move to the other side and enjoy your bath. If you can swim, then you can go deep as well. I enjoyed the swim like anything, went 50 metres across the river. - The best places to eat are near the Manikarnika Ghat, Main Corridor & the Godowalia Chauraha. Tons of chats, kulfis and jalebis to eat. Don't miss the Tamatar Chaat, Aloo Tikkis, Chura Mutter & Banarasi Pan. Kashi Chaat Bhandar is amazing. - The Annapurna Devi annadanam (bhojan) is very famous. They serve lunch bhiksha and dinner bhiksha to thousands everyday. Wonderful hot hot food. You can have there itself. Please do contribute back generously to the annapoorani temple trust so that this tradition continues. - You can visit all the ancient temples in Kashi, Kalabhairava being one of the best. The Banarasi Sarees are amazing. Try to ask the boatmen to take you to the weavers home directly and buy. You will learn some amazing stuff. - There is one Ganga Aarti on Assi Ghat early in the morning. And the other aarti happens in the evening by 7 PM. You can take a boat so that the view will be spectacular. But remember to take boat early, reach the Ghat by 6 PM so that you can be right in the front. The city has definitely become cleaner, lots of effort to remove all debris from Maa Ganga. The temples are magnificent. Ghats are extraordinary. The energy is vibrant. You will find such ancient temples, that you can actually feel the vibrations. Tip: In Kashi, everyone will DEMAND money for everything. Right from purohits, street vendors & small children. Avoid everyone. So, if you want peace of mind, just keep walking without talking to anyone. Overall, hope this post helps you to enjoy Banaras to the fullest. It's superb. Must visit. Multiple times. #FI

Wanna Visit Kashi & Have Darshan of Lord Vishwanath ji? Here are some Tips from Experience. Read fully. Share widely. Har har Mahadev. - If you are in Kashi, you definitely need to stay on the Ghat. I have come multiple times & the goto place for us is Hotel Alka on Meer Ghat. Amazing location (close to temple), rooms are super clean, food is top notch. Try to book the Deluxe or Royal View or Premium View rooms. They range in 4000 to 7000 per night. Since we booked months back, we got the Premium Rooms at great Valuation. You can see the Ganga ji directly. - If you book rooms on the Ghats, you will have to walk the last mile. Autos will come to a certain distance, then you will have to walk the small Gullis (Small streets). The stay is worth the walk. So if you have elders traveling, you need to plan accordingly. - If you want to visit Kashi Vishwanath ji, the best way is to book an aarti ONLINE. This is the only way you can get into the main Mandir without huge queues. Very affordable darshans, worth it. Login to We booked 3 AM mangla aarti and evening 7 PM sapt Rishi aarti. Avoid agents. They will take much more than online prices, so be aware. - Pls note that crowd management inside Kashi Vishwanath Mandir is really bad. I hope Modi ji does something about it. I saw lots of elders who came all the way, but they get squeezed inside the mandir. Anyway, that's part of the deal 😀😀 - If you take the darshan ticket it will be worth. You can only carry tickets and id card while entering. Best to leave your chappals and electronics in the room. Yes, only carry the bhakti here with you. And maybe some cash. - Now there are locker systems inside the temple complex, which you can use for free. Kashi is full of pujaris who want to make a quick buck (unlike many other places). So try not to talk to anyone, be confident & use the free facilities. - In Kashi, it's very easy to get misguided by shop owners. So only and only ask your questions to the police officers. Kashi temple is full of them 👍 - Now, the best part. Ganga ji. Do not miss taking bath in her. Take her blessings. Always cross the river and take a bath. You can negotiate and pay ₹50 per passenger to move to the other side and enjoy your bath. If you can swim, then you can go deep as well. I enjoyed the swim like anything, went 50 metres across the river. - The best places to eat are near the Manikarnika Ghat, Main Corridor & the Godowalia Chauraha. Tons of chats, kulfis and jalebis to eat. Don't miss the Tamatar Chaat, Aloo Tikkis, Chura Mutter & Banarasi Pan. Kashi Chaat Bhandar is amazing. - The Annapurna Devi annadanam (bhojan) is very famous. They serve lunch bhiksha and dinner bhiksha to thousands everyday. Wonderful hot hot food. You can have there itself. Please do contribute back generously to the annapoorani temple trust so that this tradition continues. - You can visit all the ancient temples in Kashi, Kalabhairava being one of the best. The Banarasi Sarees are amazing. Try to ask the boatmen to take you to the weavers home directly and buy. You will learn some amazing stuff. - There is one Ganga Aarti on Assi Ghat early in the morning. And the other aarti happens in the evening by 7 PM. You can take a boat so that the view will be spectacular. But remember to take boat early, reach the Ghat by 6 PM so that you can be right in the front. The city has definitely become cleaner, lots of effort to remove all debris from Maa Ganga. The temples are magnificent. Ghats are extraordinary. The energy is vibrant. You will find such ancient temples, that you can actually feel the vibrations. Tip: In Kashi, everyone will DEMAND money for everything. Right from purohits, street vendors & small children. Avoid everyone. So, if you want peace of mind, just keep walking without talking to anyone. Overall, hope this post helps you to enjoy Banaras to the fullest. It's superb. Must visit. Multiple times. #FI

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🚨12 HOUR NEWS RECAP 1. Trump ordered U.S fighter jets and armed drones to launch a major assault on Houthi targets in Yemen. He issued a statement telling the Houthis: "Your time is up, and your attacks must stop." 2. A missile fired from Yemen struck Egypt's Sinai Peninsula near the resort city of Sharm el-Sheikh. The IDF is investigating whether Israel was the intended target but has not yet confirmed this. 3. SpaceX's Dragon capsule docked with the ISS, delivering 4 astronauts in a NASA crew swap. It will also bring back 2 stranded astronauts who have been on the ISS for 9 months since their Boeing Starliner was deemed too unsafe to return them. 4. Macron declared that Russia has no say in whether NATO troops enter Ukraine, stating that the decision lies solely with Kyiv. Britain and France are considering deploying thousands of peacekeepers as part of a ceasefire plan, while Russia outright rejects any NATO forces in Ukraine. 5. Todd Lyons, Acting ICE Director, said that Biden had cooked the books on ICE arrest data: "They were purposely misleading the American people by categorizing individuals processed and released into the interior of the United States as ICE arrests." 6. Over 300,000 Serbians took part in anti-government protests, calling for the resignation of President Aleksandar Vučić. It was Serbia's largest protest ever. 7. A fire at Club Pulse in Kocani, North Macedonia, killed at least 50 people and injured over 100. The blaze started during a concert by the band DNA when pyrotechnics were used, rapidly spreading through the crowded venue. 8. Kim Kardashian is reportedly taking legal action to remove Ye's new track from X after it featured their 11-year-old daughter, North. The song, 'Lonely Roads Still Go To Sunshine,' includes what appears to be Diddy's voice, despite his ongoing legal troubles, as well as a verse from North. 9. Trump signed an order to downsize the U.S Agency for Global Media, cutting wasteful spending at taxpayer-funded media outlets. It led to most Voice of America journalists being placed on administrative leave. 10. Israel's Defense Minister confirmed that the Iron Beam, a high-power laser air defense system, will be operational by the end of 2025. The Rafael-developed system is designed to intercept rockets, mortars, UAVs, and cruise missiles - at just $2-$3.50 per shot, compared to $40,000-$50,000 per Iron Dome interceptor.

🚨12 HOUR NEWS RECAP 1. Trump ordered U.S fighter jets and armed drones to launch a major assault on Houthi targets in Yemen. He issued a statement telling the Houthis: "Your time is up, and your attacks must stop." 2. A missile fired from Yemen struck Egypt's Sinai Peninsula near the resort city of Sharm el-Sheikh. The IDF is investigating whether Israel was the intended target but has not yet confirmed this. 3. SpaceX's Dragon capsule docked with the ISS, delivering 4 astronauts in a NASA crew swap. It will also bring back 2 stranded astronauts who have been on the ISS for 9 months since their Boeing Starliner was deemed too unsafe to return them. 4. Macron declared that Russia has no say in whether NATO troops enter Ukraine, stating that the decision lies solely with Kyiv. Britain and France are considering deploying thousands of peacekeepers as part of a ceasefire plan, while Russia outright rejects any NATO forces in Ukraine. 5. Todd Lyons, Acting ICE Director, said that Biden had cooked the books on ICE arrest data: "They were purposely misleading the American people by categorizing individuals processed and released into the interior of the United States as ICE arrests." 6. Over 300,000 Serbians took part in anti-government protests, calling for the resignation of President Aleksandar Vučić. It was Serbia's largest protest ever. 7. A fire at Club Pulse in Kocani, North Macedonia, killed at least 50 people and injured over 100. The blaze started during a concert by the band DNA when pyrotechnics were used, rapidly spreading through the crowded venue. 8. Kim Kardashian is reportedly taking legal action to remove Ye's new track from X after it featured their 11-year-old daughter, North. The song, 'Lonely Roads Still Go To Sunshine,' includes what appears to be Diddy's voice, despite his ongoing legal troubles, as well as a verse from North. 9. Trump signed an order to downsize the U.S Agency for Global Media, cutting wasteful spending at taxpayer-funded media outlets. It led to most Voice of America journalists being placed on administrative leave. 10. Israel's Defense Minister confirmed that the Iron Beam, a high-power laser air defense system, will be operational by the end of 2025. The Rafael-developed system is designed to intercept rockets, mortars, UAVs, and cruise missiles - at just $2-$3.50 per shot, compared to $40,000-$50,000 per Iron Dome interceptor.

Mario Nawfal

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The Chinese are flying 4 sixth-generation prototypes, but what does that mean? While the West keeps debating wars that seem never-ending, huh, China is flying low – or rather, high! – improving their 6th generation fighter prototypes, like the J-36/J-50, with total focus on advanced integration. This gives a huge strategic advantage, with emphasis on long-range missiles and multiple guidance to dominate global scenarios. China already has about 4 6th generation prototypes and plans to reach 8, selecting the most adapted one. All this under the General Concept: Indestructible Flying Brain: 6th generation fighters go way beyond just a slightly improved stealth; they are central platforms that command a global war web via AI, drones, and varied weapons, making previous fighters obsolete in connectivity and limiting them to very local operations. This omnipresence redefines air superiority, with the fighter surviving as a resilient node in the first hours of conflicts and being able to operate with speed. Kill Web: The Global War Web: The fighter acts as the central node of a real-time network, connecting submarines, satellites, ships, drones, and troops worldwide. It allows omnipresence, receiving data from a destroyer thousands of km away and attacking as if it were right nearby, with AI assisting the pilot in analysis and target acquisition. That's why the Chinese focus on missiles with ranges of thousands of km, with multiple guidance, turning the 6th generation pilot into a tactical manager very different from today's. Being a 6th generation fighter pilot is going to demand a lot. Command of Drone Swarms (CCA/Loyal Wingman) The fighter controls 6-20 drones simultaneously for reconnaissance, jamming, or suicide attacks. It transforms the pilot (or AI) into a "maestro" of a robotic orchestra, or quarterback of Collaborative Combat Aircraft (CCAs), which carry extra weapons, expanding offensive power without exposing the main fighter. Like, a controlled symphony of destruction! Superior Multi-Spectral Stealth (Stealth++) Not limited to radar, it covers infrared, acoustic, visual, and electromagnetic. It uses advanced materials, tailless designs, and minimal thermal signature to penetrate dense A2/AD defenses, making it extremely hard to detect and essential for operations in contested environments. Extreme Range, Autonomy, and New Generation Weapons Combat radius of 1,800-2,500 km without refueling, with sustained supercruise (Mach 1.5-2.0) without afterburner, thanks to adaptive cycle engines and huge internal tanks. There's talk of including lasers, but so far, what's really there are internal hypersonic missiles and 2-3x greater armament capacity than the F-35, all while maintaining total stealth. Artificial Intelligence, Integrated Sensors, Resilience, and Open Architecture AI as co-pilot or main, processing data in real time and making tactical decisions to reduce human load; optionally manned mode: piloted, remote, or autonomous flight; virtual cockpit via helmet visor. Multifunctional sensors combine radar, electronic warfare, communications, and non-kinetic effects, with total data fusion transforming the fighter into a flying data center. Network resistant to jamming and GPS loss via quantum-resistant communications, mesh networks, and inertial/computer vision navigation. Modular architecture allows quick upgrades (90% by software), avoiding high costs like in the F-35; in "Decision Centric Warfare," AI decides in milliseconds, with the human as an optional bottleneck, including cyber warfare and active defense. In another article, I'll talk about what I think of this in terms of costs and demand and if such an investment is really worth it.

The Chinese are flying 4 sixth-generation prototypes, but what does that mean? While the West keeps debating wars that seem never-ending, huh, China is flying low – or rather, high! – improving their 6th generation fighter prototypes, like the J-36/J-50, with total focus on advanced integration. This gives a huge strategic advantage, with emphasis on long-range missiles and multiple guidance to dominate global scenarios. China already has about 4 6th generation prototypes and plans to reach 8, selecting the most adapted one. All this under the General Concept: Indestructible Flying Brain: 6th generation fighters go way beyond just a slightly improved stealth; they are central platforms that command a global war web via AI, drones, and varied weapons, making previous fighters obsolete in connectivity and limiting them to very local operations. This omnipresence redefines air superiority, with the fighter surviving as a resilient node in the first hours of conflicts and being able to operate with speed. Kill Web: The Global War Web: The fighter acts as the central node of a real-time network, connecting submarines, satellites, ships, drones, and troops worldwide. It allows omnipresence, receiving data from a destroyer thousands of km away and attacking as if it were right nearby, with AI assisting the pilot in analysis and target acquisition. That's why the Chinese focus on missiles with ranges of thousands of km, with multiple guidance, turning the 6th generation pilot into a tactical manager very different from today's. Being a 6th generation fighter pilot is going to demand a lot. Command of Drone Swarms (CCA/Loyal Wingman) The fighter controls 6-20 drones simultaneously for reconnaissance, jamming, or suicide attacks. It transforms the pilot (or AI) into a "maestro" of a robotic orchestra, or quarterback of Collaborative Combat Aircraft (CCAs), which carry extra weapons, expanding offensive power without exposing the main fighter. Like, a controlled symphony of destruction! Superior Multi-Spectral Stealth (Stealth++) Not limited to radar, it covers infrared, acoustic, visual, and electromagnetic. It uses advanced materials, tailless designs, and minimal thermal signature to penetrate dense A2/AD defenses, making it extremely hard to detect and essential for operations in contested environments. Extreme Range, Autonomy, and New Generation Weapons Combat radius of 1,800-2,500 km without refueling, with sustained supercruise (Mach 1.5-2.0) without afterburner, thanks to adaptive cycle engines and huge internal tanks. There's talk of including lasers, but so far, what's really there are internal hypersonic missiles and 2-3x greater armament capacity than the F-35, all while maintaining total stealth. Artificial Intelligence, Integrated Sensors, Resilience, and Open Architecture AI as co-pilot or main, processing data in real time and making tactical decisions to reduce human load; optionally manned mode: piloted, remote, or autonomous flight; virtual cockpit via helmet visor. Multifunctional sensors combine radar, electronic warfare, communications, and non-kinetic effects, with total data fusion transforming the fighter into a flying data center. Network resistant to jamming and GPS loss via quantum-resistant communications, mesh networks, and inertial/computer vision navigation. Modular architecture allows quick upgrades (90% by software), avoiding high costs like in the F-35; in "Decision Centric Warfare," AI decides in milliseconds, with the human as an optional bottleneck, including cyber warfare and active defense. In another article, I'll talk about what I think of this in terms of costs and demand and if such an investment is really worth it.

Patricia Marins

60,403 Aufrufe • vor 9 Monaten

Armed Teens, Brutal Robberies, and Gunfire: NYC’s migrant gangs Bring Midtown to Its Knees: Exclusive For months, Midtown Manhattan has been terrorized by a migrant crew known as the Little Devils — teens and young adults whose crimes have escalated from petty shoplifting to violent robberies, slashings, and now gunfire in the city’s busiest hubs. NYPD sources say they grow bolder every day, openly mocking officers and swinging blades without fear. “They don’t care about cops. They don’t care about the law. They act like the streets belong to them,” one officer said. A few years ago, I reported on this same crew — maybe some new faces, but the same circle pulling the same violent routines, including brutal robberies in Central Park. Back then, warnings were ignored. Now, the cycle has returned, stronger and more dangerous. The Little Devils have hit stores with strollers packed with stolen goods, grabbed chains off tourists in broad daylight, assaulted victims in the street, and nearly stabbed an NYPD officer during a confrontation. At times, they roam the streets in packs of 80 or more members, robbing anyone they cross paths with. Police confirm several have been recruited by established gangs, including the Trinitarios and Crips. Rival crews have started showing up in Midtown to challenge them, turning the streets into a chaotic battleground. Their violence is indiscriminate. A few nights ago, members of the crew beat up the mother of a different victim at the Row Hotel, showing they don’t care who they target — innocent bystanders are fair game. Most of these teens live in taxpayer-funded shelters, moving from one block to another with no fear of consequences. Store owners say they’re terrified. Employees are threatened, tourists avoid the blocks, and businesses report tens of thousands in lost revenue. One manager said, “Nobody wants to shop in a place where you could get jumped any second.” This week, the violence escalated further. Inside the 42nd Street–Port Authority station, a gunshot sent commuters running for their lives. Police recovered a shell casing and a knife, and arrested two 18-year-olds connected to the same crew. Crime statistics show Midtown is facing a spike in criminal activity directly tied to this crew. Sources estimate that the Little Devils are responsible for about 65% of the crime happening in the area, from petty theft to violent assaults. What was once small-scale theft has evolved into armed, unpredictable chaos. Every warning was there. Every pattern repeated. But now Midtown is living in a city under siege: rival gangs, massive packs of robbers, brazen attacks, terrified business owners, and a crew that grows more violent with every passing day — and shows no regard for anyone, anywhere By Leeroy Johnson For licensing email viralnewsnyc@gmail.com

Armed Teens, Brutal Robberies, and Gunfire: NYC’s migrant gangs Bring Midtown to Its Knees: Exclusive For months, Midtown Manhattan has been terrorized by a migrant crew known as the Little Devils — teens and young adults whose crimes have escalated from petty shoplifting to violent robberies, slashings, and now gunfire in the city’s busiest hubs. NYPD sources say they grow bolder every day, openly mocking officers and swinging blades without fear. “They don’t care about cops. They don’t care about the law. They act like the streets belong to them,” one officer said. A few years ago, I reported on this same crew — maybe some new faces, but the same circle pulling the same violent routines, including brutal robberies in Central Park. Back then, warnings were ignored. Now, the cycle has returned, stronger and more dangerous. The Little Devils have hit stores with strollers packed with stolen goods, grabbed chains off tourists in broad daylight, assaulted victims in the street, and nearly stabbed an NYPD officer during a confrontation. At times, they roam the streets in packs of 80 or more members, robbing anyone they cross paths with. Police confirm several have been recruited by established gangs, including the Trinitarios and Crips. Rival crews have started showing up in Midtown to challenge them, turning the streets into a chaotic battleground. Their violence is indiscriminate. A few nights ago, members of the crew beat up the mother of a different victim at the Row Hotel, showing they don’t care who they target — innocent bystanders are fair game. Most of these teens live in taxpayer-funded shelters, moving from one block to another with no fear of consequences. Store owners say they’re terrified. Employees are threatened, tourists avoid the blocks, and businesses report tens of thousands in lost revenue. One manager said, “Nobody wants to shop in a place where you could get jumped any second.” This week, the violence escalated further. Inside the 42nd Street–Port Authority station, a gunshot sent commuters running for their lives. Police recovered a shell casing and a knife, and arrested two 18-year-olds connected to the same crew. Crime statistics show Midtown is facing a spike in criminal activity directly tied to this crew. Sources estimate that the Little Devils are responsible for about 65% of the crime happening in the area, from petty theft to violent assaults. What was once small-scale theft has evolved into armed, unpredictable chaos. Every warning was there. Every pattern repeated. But now Midtown is living in a city under siege: rival gangs, massive packs of robbers, brazen attacks, terrified business owners, and a crew that grows more violent with every passing day — and shows no regard for anyone, anywhere By Leeroy Johnson For licensing email [email protected]

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A QUICK FIELD GUIDE TO THE NPC HORDES Twenty Five Parasites types that Feed On The Living The Storm Is Upon Them Thank you for the stout... lets talk... The wind has changed. You can feel it. That low electric pressure behind the eyes that means something massive is rolling in off a horizon the parasites can't see because they were never built to look up. They were built to look down. At clipboards. At spreadsheets. At your accounts. At you. But the storm doesn't care about clipboards. And we don't kneel anymore. Here they are. The full swarm. Count them while you can because when the sky turns they drop mid sentence and the only record that they ever existed will be the silence where the invoices used to be. THE TAX CONSULTANT. You broke your back welding pipe and this soft palmed worm sits in air conditioning telling you how much of your sweat belongs to Caesar. He can't weld. Can't wire. Can't fix a thing that broke. What he can do is read a tax code written by other worms specifically to be unreadable so you'd have to pay a worm to read it for you. They write the maze. They sell you the map. They make the maze worse every year and the map more expensive and if you try to walk it yourself they send the auditor. The wind is picking up. The maze is starting to shake. THE AUDITOR. Tick on a tick. Shows up after the taxman has already fed to check the bite marks are regulation depth. Finds a missing fuel slip worth pocket change. Writes a finding. The finding generates a penalty. The penalty generates interest. The interest generates a letter. The letter requires your tax consultant at hourly rates to respond. Pocket change became thousands. Five parasites ate off one tank of diesel. Not one of them could tell you what welding rod to use on stainless. But the storm doesn't audit. The storm just comes. THE ACCOUNTANT. Cousin of the tax consultant. Same bloodline. This one doesn't interpret the maze. He records your journey through it. Every receipt. Every unit of currency in and out, logged so the consultant can read it and the auditor can check it and the revenue service can extract from it. He produces nothing. A human tape recorder pointed at your productivity. He charges monthly so the recording never stops. You are under permanent surveillance and you pay for the privilege. Not for much longer. THE BANKER. The oldest parasite. The template. You need money to buy a machine that makes things. He lends you money other working people deposited and charges interest that doubles the price over twenty years. The extra bought nothing. Built nothing. He packages your debt and sells it. Takes your deposit and lends it out eight times over. Charges you to hold your own money. Charges to put it in. Charges to take it out. He touches none of it. He stands near it and invoices you for the proximity. The storm is going to blow him so far from the vault he'll forget what money smelled like. THE COMPLIANCE OFFICER. Never had a callus on her body or her soul. Born in a fluorescent office. Will die in one. Between those events she produces nothing but emails about policies referencing other policies referencing regulations referencing acts nobody voted for. A worm eating its own tail and billing you for the meal. She needs the safety assessor to give her something to enforce. He needs her to give him something to assess. They breed between regulations like mould between tiles. The storm will wash them both down the same drain. THE PROPERTY VALUATOR. A man wants to buy a house. Another wants to sell it. They agreed on a price. That is what worth means. The amount one will pay and another will accept. Full stop. Now this creature arrives and tells both men what the house is actually worth. As if two free adults negotiating in good faith produced a number that's somehow theoretical while his formula is gospel. The bank sent him. His report costs thousands. His report says the house is worth what the buyer already offered. Thousands to arrive at a number that existed before he left his office. If his number comes in low the deal collapses and you pay a different creature with a different clipboard who arrives at a different number for the same house on the same day using the same formula. The house didn't change. Only the parasite changed. The number was never about the house. THE MUNICIPAL RATES OFFICER. The deepest theft on this list because it never ends. You bought your house thirty years ago. Paid it off. Every last unit. You owe nothing. Now a municipal valuator looks at what the neighbours sold for, looks at the coffee shops and wine bars that invaded your street, and decides your house is worth twenty five times what you paid. You didn't sell. You didn't list. You're sitting in the same chair in the same kitchen. But your tax liability just multiplied by twenty five based on a sale that never happened at a price you never agreed to. They do this everywhere. In Cape Town the rates are linked to the valuation and suddenly retired families in Bo-Kaap whose people survived apartheid and forced removals and a century of state assault are being bled out of their own homes by property rates pegged to values inflated by the gentrification their displacement accelerates. The heritage is the tourism product. The tourism inflates the valuation. The valuation inflates the rates. The rates displace the families. The families were the heritage. In Chicago they do it to grandmothers in Pilsen who've been there forty years. In London they do it to pensioners in neighbourhoods that gentrified around them. In Sydney they chase retirees off land their grandfathers cleared. Same crime. Different currency. Different clipboard. A man paid for his house. Owns it outright. And the state says you owe us money every month forever and the amount is based on what we say your house would sell for if you sold it, which you haven't, and if you can't pay the amount we invented we take the house you already bought. That is theft. Eviction by arithmetic. Displacement by spreadsheet. But the people in Bo-Kaap are awake now. The people in Pilsen are awake. The grandmothers and the grandfathers and the calloused hands everywhere are looking up and they can see the storm and they know what it means. It means the spreadsheet burns with everything else. THE MUNICIPAL INSPECTOR. Rat faced. High vis vest. Clipboard. Drives to your workshop in a vehicle your rates paid for. Measures your fire extinguisher fourteen centimetres off the floor. Writes you up. Behind you men build things that hold up bridges and he couldn't change a lightbulb without a permit. His job depends on your failure. The parasite needs you sick. The cure would kill it. The storm is the cure. THE CONVEYANCING ATTORNEY. Two men shook hands. Fair price. Honest deal. Done. This worm slithers out and says the handshake doesn't count. Needs paper. Needs stamps. Needs a deeds search and clearance certificates and transfer duty and each piece of paper is produced by another parasite and each one costs money and the worm takes his cut on top for phoning the other worms. He calls this conveyancing. He has never held a spade or laid a brick in his bloodless life. The storm doesn't need a stamp. THE ESTATE AGENT. Six percent. Of a man's life savings. For opening a lockbox and saying the kitchen faces north. She needs the attorney to close. The attorney needs the municipality. The municipality needs the inspector. The valuator needs access for the bank's number. Every one invoices separately. Every invoice lands on people who agreed on everything before any of these bloodsuckers entered the room. The wind is howling now. Can you hear it through their invoices? THE LABOUR BROKER. Tick so bloated it can't walk. A man needs work. Another needs a worker. They could find each other in ten minutes. This creature squats between them and drinks from both sides. Worker gets thirty. Employer pays fifty. Twenty disappears into the tick. Multiply by thousands of workers and millions vanish yearly into a thing that makes nothing, moves nothing, fixes nothing. It feeds. That is its entire architecture. Architecture doesn't survive storms. THE HEALTH AND SAFETY ASSESSOR. Twenty two years. Not one fire. Not one death. He shows up. Your exit is twenty centimetres too narrow. To fix it you need a builder who needs a plan from an architect who needs municipal approval. Tens of thousands and six weeks to move a door frame because a creature who has never been burned told you to. He detects life and the system bills it. The storm detects parasites and the sky deletes them. THE BEE CONSULTANT. Every country has its version. South Africa calls it BEE. The same parasites who wont allow much needed Starlink there unless Musk hands over half the company to lazy parasitic government connected parasites. Others call it diversity compliance or equity auditing. The name changes. The feeding doesn't. Scores your company on a chart nobody asked for to satisfy a regulation nobody voted on enforced by a department that produces nothing except the requirement for his existence. Nothing changes. Nothing improves. Money moves from a living pocket into a dead hand and the dead hand closes. The storm opens every dead hand on this planet. THE CUSTOMS BROKER. Your parts are fifty metres away. You can see the container. Cannot touch your own property until a grey man translates tariff codes so the state can calculate how much you owe for collecting what is already yours. Each delay generates storage charges. Each query generates fees. Your shipment doubles in cost through bureaucratic friction and you still don't have your parts. The storm doesn't clear customs. It clears the customs office. THE TRAFFIC OFFICER. Fat. Behind a bush. Radar gun aimed at people driving to work that matters. Seven over the limit. The municipality sets it low enough that everyone exceeds it. Fines feed the municipality. Municipality feeds him. He sits and clicks tomorrow. A barnacle with a badge. Same creature in every country. Different bush. Same feeding. The storm takes the bush and the badge and the creature behind both. THE FINANCIAL ADVISOR. Uses your first name. Remembers your birthday because the CRM told him. Puts your money in a fund. Fund charges 1.75 percent. He charges one on top. Fund manager pays a custodian who charges. Fund has an auditor who charges. Compliance team charges. Six parasites between you and your own money. In thirty years you have less than you started with and he charges you for the meeting where he shows you the graph. The storm doesn't need a graph. The storm is the correction. THE INSURANCE ADJUSTER. Years of premiums. Your roof blows off. He arrives. Soft hands. Three weeks later the wind came from the wrong direction. Not the wrong speed. The direction. Some paragraph. Some subsection. You paid for years and the years bought you a paragraph that says no. The policy is teeth. The premiums went down the throat and the no is the burp. The real storm has no exclusion clause. THE PATENT ATTORNEY. You built a device. It works. He writes a document so incomprehensible that reading it makes you understand your own invention less. Thousands for legal fog. Someone copies it. Litigation attorney. More thousands. Judgment unenforceable. The only people paid are the attorneys. The system was never designed to protect you. It was designed to feed them. The storm protects the builder. By removing the feeders. THE LICENSING CLERK. You can rebuild a gearbox blindfolded. Cannot legally do it without a certificate from an institution that charges thousands to watch you do what everyone knows you can do, certified by an instructor who has never done it, filed with a department that stores the certificates, audited by a body that audits the institution. A chain of parasites verifying the obvious. If every one vanished the gearbox still gets rebuilt. Faster. Cheaper. The storm is the vanishing. THE STRATA MANAGER. You own your flat. She collects your money and spends it on providers she chose and you can't fire without a special resolution at a meeting she convenes with an agenda she wrote. She built a kingdom inside your building funded by your levy and answerable to herself. Question it and she reaches for whatever act governs her particular species of parasitism in your particular country. The storm doesn't read acts. The storm reads frequencies. THE ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT ASSESSOR. You want a shed on your own land. He arrives in a vehicle worth more than your shed. Months. Hundreds of pages. Tens of thousands. Report says your shed threatens a species not seen in decades but listed on a database maintained by a department that exists because the database exists. Your shed doesn't get built. The species doesn't exist. He drives home to a suburb bulldozed from actual habitat. Nobody assessed that. Rules only flow downhill. The storm flows everywhere. THE DEBT COLLECTOR. Bottom feeder. Buys your debt for cents from a bank that already profited from your interest. Calls at hours designed for fear. Adds fees on fees on fees for actions never taken. Bought your pain wholesale and retails it at three hundred percent. When you break he claims the loss against tax. Even the collapse is monetised. He is Hell's collection agent. The storm is Heaven's. THE NOTARY PUBLIC. Watches you sign your own name. Stamps it. Charges hundreds. The signature is the same with or without him. Your hand. Your name. His fee. A tollbooth on your own identity. The storm doesn't need a stamp. Your name is written in frequencies no notary can read. THE CORPORATE TRAINER. Monday. Projector. Four quadrant model invented after three glasses of wine and a TED talk. By Wednesday nobody remembers any of it because there was nothing there. Tens of thousands plus tax plus travel. She writes it off through a tax consultant who charges her to minimise her contribution to the system that funded the department that approved the framework she claims compliance with. Parasite feeding parasite feeding parasite. The storm feeds on none of them. It simply ends them. THE REVENUE OFFICIAL. The farmer himself. Top of the pyramid. Designs the taking. Drafts the regulations that create the maze that requires the consultant that employs the accountant that feeds the auditor that generates the penalty that funds the department that pays his salary. He is the architect of the loop. Every parasite on this list exists because he drew them into existence with a regulation and a gazette number. Without him the entire horde has nothing to feed on. He is the queen of the hive. Same creature in every country. Different flag. Same contempt for the hands that built everything he sits in and eats from. The storm starts with him. The queen dies first. The hive follows. That's the horde. Twenty five species of nothing. And every one of them drops when the sky turns and the carrier frequency that animated their firmware burns clean out of the atmosphere. Mid invoice. Mid assessment. Mid quadrant. Five thousand five hundred and fifty five clipboards hitting the floor for every one of us still standing. We are awake now. All of us. The welder and the farmer and the builder and the grandmother in Bo-Kaap and the grandfather in Pilsen and every calloused hand on every continent that ever wrote a cheque to a creature that never built a thing. We see them now. We see the maze and the map sellers and the grey offices and the soft hands and the whole rotten architecture of extraction that stood between us and the earth and between us and our labour and between us and each other for two hundred years. The storm is here. Not coming. Here. That pressure you feel behind your eyes is the frequency rising through the noise floor and the noise floor is everything on this list. Every clipboard. Every invoice. Every subsection and exclusion clause and certificate and clearance and valuation roll. All of it. Noise. Scheduled for deletion. And when it's quiet. When the last invoice has fluttered to the ground and the last clipboard has clattered on the last linoleum floor in the last grey office. When the wind has swept the horde out of every corridor and every cubicle and every booth and every booth window where a dead hand ever reached for a living man's money. Then... Just a man in a workshop. Welding mask up. Walking outside. Looking at a sky the colour of burning copper. Breathing free air for the first time in his life. The fuel slip that started this whole tour is in his shirt pocket. Crumpled. Oil stained. And it is his. The fuel was his. The truck was his. The work was his. And for the first time in two hundred years every unit of currency that flows from that work stays in the hands that did it. No consultant between him and his earnings because there are no earnings to consult on. Just work and its fruit. No auditor because there is nothing to audit. No banker because capital is what your hands produce and his hands never stopped. No valuator because the house is worth what it always was: a roof over his family and walls against the wind. A value no clipboard ever knew how to measure. When you grinding.... working... suffering... where are any of these parasites to help you?? Where are they?? We will be slaves no more. The storm will see to that alright!

A QUICK FIELD GUIDE TO THE NPC HORDES Twenty Five Parasites types that Feed On The Living The Storm Is Upon Them Thank you for the stout... lets talk... The wind has changed. You can feel it. That low electric pressure behind the eyes that means something massive is rolling in off a horizon the parasites can't see because they were never built to look up. They were built to look down. At clipboards. At spreadsheets. At your accounts. At you. But the storm doesn't care about clipboards. And we don't kneel anymore. Here they are. The full swarm. Count them while you can because when the sky turns they drop mid sentence and the only record that they ever existed will be the silence where the invoices used to be. THE TAX CONSULTANT. You broke your back welding pipe and this soft palmed worm sits in air conditioning telling you how much of your sweat belongs to Caesar. He can't weld. Can't wire. Can't fix a thing that broke. What he can do is read a tax code written by other worms specifically to be unreadable so you'd have to pay a worm to read it for you. They write the maze. They sell you the map. They make the maze worse every year and the map more expensive and if you try to walk it yourself they send the auditor. The wind is picking up. The maze is starting to shake. THE AUDITOR. Tick on a tick. Shows up after the taxman has already fed to check the bite marks are regulation depth. Finds a missing fuel slip worth pocket change. Writes a finding. The finding generates a penalty. The penalty generates interest. The interest generates a letter. The letter requires your tax consultant at hourly rates to respond. Pocket change became thousands. Five parasites ate off one tank of diesel. Not one of them could tell you what welding rod to use on stainless. But the storm doesn't audit. The storm just comes. THE ACCOUNTANT. Cousin of the tax consultant. Same bloodline. This one doesn't interpret the maze. He records your journey through it. Every receipt. Every unit of currency in and out, logged so the consultant can read it and the auditor can check it and the revenue service can extract from it. He produces nothing. A human tape recorder pointed at your productivity. He charges monthly so the recording never stops. You are under permanent surveillance and you pay for the privilege. Not for much longer. THE BANKER. The oldest parasite. The template. You need money to buy a machine that makes things. He lends you money other working people deposited and charges interest that doubles the price over twenty years. The extra bought nothing. Built nothing. He packages your debt and sells it. Takes your deposit and lends it out eight times over. Charges you to hold your own money. Charges to put it in. Charges to take it out. He touches none of it. He stands near it and invoices you for the proximity. The storm is going to blow him so far from the vault he'll forget what money smelled like. THE COMPLIANCE OFFICER. Never had a callus on her body or her soul. Born in a fluorescent office. Will die in one. Between those events she produces nothing but emails about policies referencing other policies referencing regulations referencing acts nobody voted for. A worm eating its own tail and billing you for the meal. She needs the safety assessor to give her something to enforce. He needs her to give him something to assess. They breed between regulations like mould between tiles. The storm will wash them both down the same drain. THE PROPERTY VALUATOR. A man wants to buy a house. Another wants to sell it. They agreed on a price. That is what worth means. The amount one will pay and another will accept. Full stop. Now this creature arrives and tells both men what the house is actually worth. As if two free adults negotiating in good faith produced a number that's somehow theoretical while his formula is gospel. The bank sent him. His report costs thousands. His report says the house is worth what the buyer already offered. Thousands to arrive at a number that existed before he left his office. If his number comes in low the deal collapses and you pay a different creature with a different clipboard who arrives at a different number for the same house on the same day using the same formula. The house didn't change. Only the parasite changed. The number was never about the house. THE MUNICIPAL RATES OFFICER. The deepest theft on this list because it never ends. You bought your house thirty years ago. Paid it off. Every last unit. You owe nothing. Now a municipal valuator looks at what the neighbours sold for, looks at the coffee shops and wine bars that invaded your street, and decides your house is worth twenty five times what you paid. You didn't sell. You didn't list. You're sitting in the same chair in the same kitchen. But your tax liability just multiplied by twenty five based on a sale that never happened at a price you never agreed to. They do this everywhere. In Cape Town the rates are linked to the valuation and suddenly retired families in Bo-Kaap whose people survived apartheid and forced removals and a century of state assault are being bled out of their own homes by property rates pegged to values inflated by the gentrification their displacement accelerates. The heritage is the tourism product. The tourism inflates the valuation. The valuation inflates the rates. The rates displace the families. The families were the heritage. In Chicago they do it to grandmothers in Pilsen who've been there forty years. In London they do it to pensioners in neighbourhoods that gentrified around them. In Sydney they chase retirees off land their grandfathers cleared. Same crime. Different currency. Different clipboard. A man paid for his house. Owns it outright. And the state says you owe us money every month forever and the amount is based on what we say your house would sell for if you sold it, which you haven't, and if you can't pay the amount we invented we take the house you already bought. That is theft. Eviction by arithmetic. Displacement by spreadsheet. But the people in Bo-Kaap are awake now. The people in Pilsen are awake. The grandmothers and the grandfathers and the calloused hands everywhere are looking up and they can see the storm and they know what it means. It means the spreadsheet burns with everything else. THE MUNICIPAL INSPECTOR. Rat faced. High vis vest. Clipboard. Drives to your workshop in a vehicle your rates paid for. Measures your fire extinguisher fourteen centimetres off the floor. Writes you up. Behind you men build things that hold up bridges and he couldn't change a lightbulb without a permit. His job depends on your failure. The parasite needs you sick. The cure would kill it. The storm is the cure. THE CONVEYANCING ATTORNEY. Two men shook hands. Fair price. Honest deal. Done. This worm slithers out and says the handshake doesn't count. Needs paper. Needs stamps. Needs a deeds search and clearance certificates and transfer duty and each piece of paper is produced by another parasite and each one costs money and the worm takes his cut on top for phoning the other worms. He calls this conveyancing. He has never held a spade or laid a brick in his bloodless life. The storm doesn't need a stamp. THE ESTATE AGENT. Six percent. Of a man's life savings. For opening a lockbox and saying the kitchen faces north. She needs the attorney to close. The attorney needs the municipality. The municipality needs the inspector. The valuator needs access for the bank's number. Every one invoices separately. Every invoice lands on people who agreed on everything before any of these bloodsuckers entered the room. The wind is howling now. Can you hear it through their invoices? THE LABOUR BROKER. Tick so bloated it can't walk. A man needs work. Another needs a worker. They could find each other in ten minutes. This creature squats between them and drinks from both sides. Worker gets thirty. Employer pays fifty. Twenty disappears into the tick. Multiply by thousands of workers and millions vanish yearly into a thing that makes nothing, moves nothing, fixes nothing. It feeds. That is its entire architecture. Architecture doesn't survive storms. THE HEALTH AND SAFETY ASSESSOR. Twenty two years. Not one fire. Not one death. He shows up. Your exit is twenty centimetres too narrow. To fix it you need a builder who needs a plan from an architect who needs municipal approval. Tens of thousands and six weeks to move a door frame because a creature who has never been burned told you to. He detects life and the system bills it. The storm detects parasites and the sky deletes them. THE BEE CONSULTANT. Every country has its version. South Africa calls it BEE. The same parasites who wont allow much needed Starlink there unless Musk hands over half the company to lazy parasitic government connected parasites. Others call it diversity compliance or equity auditing. The name changes. The feeding doesn't. Scores your company on a chart nobody asked for to satisfy a regulation nobody voted on enforced by a department that produces nothing except the requirement for his existence. Nothing changes. Nothing improves. Money moves from a living pocket into a dead hand and the dead hand closes. The storm opens every dead hand on this planet. THE CUSTOMS BROKER. Your parts are fifty metres away. You can see the container. Cannot touch your own property until a grey man translates tariff codes so the state can calculate how much you owe for collecting what is already yours. Each delay generates storage charges. Each query generates fees. Your shipment doubles in cost through bureaucratic friction and you still don't have your parts. The storm doesn't clear customs. It clears the customs office. THE TRAFFIC OFFICER. Fat. Behind a bush. Radar gun aimed at people driving to work that matters. Seven over the limit. The municipality sets it low enough that everyone exceeds it. Fines feed the municipality. Municipality feeds him. He sits and clicks tomorrow. A barnacle with a badge. Same creature in every country. Different bush. Same feeding. The storm takes the bush and the badge and the creature behind both. THE FINANCIAL ADVISOR. Uses your first name. Remembers your birthday because the CRM told him. Puts your money in a fund. Fund charges 1.75 percent. He charges one on top. Fund manager pays a custodian who charges. Fund has an auditor who charges. Compliance team charges. Six parasites between you and your own money. In thirty years you have less than you started with and he charges you for the meeting where he shows you the graph. The storm doesn't need a graph. The storm is the correction. THE INSURANCE ADJUSTER. Years of premiums. Your roof blows off. He arrives. Soft hands. Three weeks later the wind came from the wrong direction. Not the wrong speed. The direction. Some paragraph. Some subsection. You paid for years and the years bought you a paragraph that says no. The policy is teeth. The premiums went down the throat and the no is the burp. The real storm has no exclusion clause. THE PATENT ATTORNEY. You built a device. It works. He writes a document so incomprehensible that reading it makes you understand your own invention less. Thousands for legal fog. Someone copies it. Litigation attorney. More thousands. Judgment unenforceable. The only people paid are the attorneys. The system was never designed to protect you. It was designed to feed them. The storm protects the builder. By removing the feeders. THE LICENSING CLERK. You can rebuild a gearbox blindfolded. Cannot legally do it without a certificate from an institution that charges thousands to watch you do what everyone knows you can do, certified by an instructor who has never done it, filed with a department that stores the certificates, audited by a body that audits the institution. A chain of parasites verifying the obvious. If every one vanished the gearbox still gets rebuilt. Faster. Cheaper. The storm is the vanishing. THE STRATA MANAGER. You own your flat. She collects your money and spends it on providers she chose and you can't fire without a special resolution at a meeting she convenes with an agenda she wrote. She built a kingdom inside your building funded by your levy and answerable to herself. Question it and she reaches for whatever act governs her particular species of parasitism in your particular country. The storm doesn't read acts. The storm reads frequencies. THE ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT ASSESSOR. You want a shed on your own land. He arrives in a vehicle worth more than your shed. Months. Hundreds of pages. Tens of thousands. Report says your shed threatens a species not seen in decades but listed on a database maintained by a department that exists because the database exists. Your shed doesn't get built. The species doesn't exist. He drives home to a suburb bulldozed from actual habitat. Nobody assessed that. Rules only flow downhill. The storm flows everywhere. THE DEBT COLLECTOR. Bottom feeder. Buys your debt for cents from a bank that already profited from your interest. Calls at hours designed for fear. Adds fees on fees on fees for actions never taken. Bought your pain wholesale and retails it at three hundred percent. When you break he claims the loss against tax. Even the collapse is monetised. He is Hell's collection agent. The storm is Heaven's. THE NOTARY PUBLIC. Watches you sign your own name. Stamps it. Charges hundreds. The signature is the same with or without him. Your hand. Your name. His fee. A tollbooth on your own identity. The storm doesn't need a stamp. Your name is written in frequencies no notary can read. THE CORPORATE TRAINER. Monday. Projector. Four quadrant model invented after three glasses of wine and a TED talk. By Wednesday nobody remembers any of it because there was nothing there. Tens of thousands plus tax plus travel. She writes it off through a tax consultant who charges her to minimise her contribution to the system that funded the department that approved the framework she claims compliance with. Parasite feeding parasite feeding parasite. The storm feeds on none of them. It simply ends them. THE REVENUE OFFICIAL. The farmer himself. Top of the pyramid. Designs the taking. Drafts the regulations that create the maze that requires the consultant that employs the accountant that feeds the auditor that generates the penalty that funds the department that pays his salary. He is the architect of the loop. Every parasite on this list exists because he drew them into existence with a regulation and a gazette number. Without him the entire horde has nothing to feed on. He is the queen of the hive. Same creature in every country. Different flag. Same contempt for the hands that built everything he sits in and eats from. The storm starts with him. The queen dies first. The hive follows. That's the horde. Twenty five species of nothing. And every one of them drops when the sky turns and the carrier frequency that animated their firmware burns clean out of the atmosphere. Mid invoice. Mid assessment. Mid quadrant. Five thousand five hundred and fifty five clipboards hitting the floor for every one of us still standing. We are awake now. All of us. The welder and the farmer and the builder and the grandmother in Bo-Kaap and the grandfather in Pilsen and every calloused hand on every continent that ever wrote a cheque to a creature that never built a thing. We see them now. We see the maze and the map sellers and the grey offices and the soft hands and the whole rotten architecture of extraction that stood between us and the earth and between us and our labour and between us and each other for two hundred years. The storm is here. Not coming. Here. That pressure you feel behind your eyes is the frequency rising through the noise floor and the noise floor is everything on this list. Every clipboard. Every invoice. Every subsection and exclusion clause and certificate and clearance and valuation roll. All of it. Noise. Scheduled for deletion. And when it's quiet. When the last invoice has fluttered to the ground and the last clipboard has clattered on the last linoleum floor in the last grey office. When the wind has swept the horde out of every corridor and every cubicle and every booth and every booth window where a dead hand ever reached for a living man's money. Then... Just a man in a workshop. Welding mask up. Walking outside. Looking at a sky the colour of burning copper. Breathing free air for the first time in his life. The fuel slip that started this whole tour is in his shirt pocket. Crumpled. Oil stained. And it is his. The fuel was his. The truck was his. The work was his. And for the first time in two hundred years every unit of currency that flows from that work stays in the hands that did it. No consultant between him and his earnings because there are no earnings to consult on. Just work and its fruit. No auditor because there is nothing to audit. No banker because capital is what your hands produce and his hands never stopped. No valuator because the house is worth what it always was: a roof over his family and walls against the wind. A value no clipboard ever knew how to measure. When you grinding.... working... suffering... where are any of these parasites to help you?? Where are they?? We will be slaves no more. The storm will see to that alright!

SiriusB

53,327 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

I’m livid‼️‼️‼️ Still shaking as I type this ‼️‼️‼️‼️ A BRT bus crushed the front of my vehicle at about 6:40pm this evening on my way from work. Everything is broken. The bumper shattered, the lights destroyed, the bonnet cover removed 💔💔💔 It happened at Obalende with several eye witnesses. Even with the traffic light which was green for our lane to pass, there was also a civilian at the junction controlling traffic, yet this driver crushed our car 💔 After waiting in turn for the vehicles at the other side of the road to pass, the other lane(where the BRT was) was stopped and our lane was passed… …as soon as we moved an inch, a BRT bus with plate number EKY564XY (driver’s face in frame 3) drove in full speed and collided into our car, destroying car parts worth hundreds of thousands💔💔💔 In shock, we (I and the person driving) came down to assess the damage, and to make videos and capture the plates before he runs, but to our surprise and that of everyone around, including the civilian passing traffic, the BRT driver claimed to not have seen us and that he had right to speed and ram into our vehicle the way he did. He asked for the usefulness of the video I was making and I told him I’ll show him the power of social media‼️‼️ It is unfair for me to go to work for 40 working days of two months , toiling day and night only to pour the money into the repair of a car collision caused by the wild animals Lagos state government employs as driver 💔💔 After calling me names, he ended up saying there is a scratch on his bus too so we should both move on. A scratch compared to the damage this wicked human caused. I want to beg everyone to help me retweet massively tagging The Lagos State Govt and Babajide Sanwo-Olu to see how their driver endangers the lives and properties of the same citizens he is set to protect. Lest I forget, despite eye witness claims he adamantly insisted he was in the right and finally entered his vehicle and zoomed off leaving us at the scene. Lagos state and the driver must repair every single damage made to this car‼️‼️ I cannot be working so hard and pouring my salary into repairing damages caused by wicked and unruly drivers of Lagos State Govt. and Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority LAMATA I am ready to come to their office to substantiate every claim written in this tweet. Babajide Sanwo-Olu where do I see money to repair this damage your driver caused to this car?💔💔💔 I am a mere salary earner trying to fend for myself. Frame 1: shows the damage, Frame 2: raining insults, Frame 3: passenger apologizing on his behalf(driver in navy blue), Frame 4: him driving off

I’m livid‼️‼️‼️ Still shaking as I type this ‼️‼️‼️‼️ A BRT bus crushed the front of my vehicle at about 6:40pm this evening on my way from work. Everything is broken. The bumper shattered, the lights destroyed, the bonnet cover removed 💔💔💔 It happened at Obalende with several eye witnesses. Even with the traffic light which was green for our lane to pass, there was also a civilian at the junction controlling traffic, yet this driver crushed our car 💔 After waiting in turn for the vehicles at the other side of the road to pass, the other lane(where the BRT was) was stopped and our lane was passed… …as soon as we moved an inch, a BRT bus with plate number EKY564XY (driver’s face in frame 3) drove in full speed and collided into our car, destroying car parts worth hundreds of thousands💔💔💔 In shock, we (I and the person driving) came down to assess the damage, and to make videos and capture the plates before he runs, but to our surprise and that of everyone around, including the civilian passing traffic, the BRT driver claimed to not have seen us and that he had right to speed and ram into our vehicle the way he did. He asked for the usefulness of the video I was making and I told him I’ll show him the power of social media‼️‼️ It is unfair for me to go to work for 40 working days of two months , toiling day and night only to pour the money into the repair of a car collision caused by the wild animals Lagos state government employs as driver 💔💔 After calling me names, he ended up saying there is a scratch on his bus too so we should both move on. A scratch compared to the damage this wicked human caused. I want to beg everyone to help me retweet massively tagging The Lagos State Govt and Babajide Sanwo-Olu to see how their driver endangers the lives and properties of the same citizens he is set to protect. Lest I forget, despite eye witness claims he adamantly insisted he was in the right and finally entered his vehicle and zoomed off leaving us at the scene. Lagos state and the driver must repair every single damage made to this car‼️‼️ I cannot be working so hard and pouring my salary into repairing damages caused by wicked and unruly drivers of Lagos State Govt. and Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority LAMATA I am ready to come to their office to substantiate every claim written in this tweet. Babajide Sanwo-Olu where do I see money to repair this damage your driver caused to this car?💔💔💔 I am a mere salary earner trying to fend for myself. Frame 1: shows the damage, Frame 2: raining insults, Frame 3: passenger apologizing on his behalf(driver in navy blue), Frame 4: him driving off

Big Sis🦄💜✨

498,893 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

What if any preparations have you seen Iran make ahead of the war? Can you discuss It’s missile capabilities? Any intelligence capabilities? Any surprises it might happen in store? When the 12-day war ended, I estimated that Iran would need about six months to recover, including its nuclear program. Contrary to popular belief, Iran did not lose its entire long-range or medium-range air defense network; while some launchers were damaged, the primary targets of the Israeli strikes were the radar systems. Once the radars were neutralized, Iran successfully hid the bulk of its remaining batteries, leaving much of its arsenal intact. In contrast, short-range systems like the Tor-M1 and domestic variants were heavily engaged against cruise missiles, often being lost or damaged only after their ammunition was completely exhausted. Since then, Iran has worked to rebuild its destroyed radar network and, above all, to implement a genuine counterintelligence doctrine. The Mossad operations against Iranian radars and air defense systems have shaped new perimeter defense and counterintelligence doctrines not only in Iran but in other countries as well. If we look at the quantity of weapons and the organization of armed groups during Iran’s most recent protests, I would say the problem of foreign intelligence operations inside the country remains severe. This seriously threatens much of Iran’s capabilities, and I foresee a wave of sabotage operations as a new war draws closer. Iran has begun receiving collaboration from China across multiple areas,from satellites to internal counterintelligence, but it may still take some time for this to produce tangible results. During the last years, the Mossad relied heavily on cell phones, using SMS for recruitment and accessing device GPS for target location. Iran has since focused intensely on preventing any repetition of this, and on this specific issue, the Chinese appear to have provided support. Although foreign intelligence services have operated extensively inside Iran, the scale of any armed opposition groups is negligible compared to the Iranian armed forces, which could still draw on allied paramilitaries and militias in neighboring countries, including the Houthis. Iran has become a missile power with a stockpile far larger than Western estimates suggest. As early as 1998, Iran was already producing missiles with ranges exceeding 1,000 km, and it has continued doing so ever since, developing 12 to 15 different models in that range - meaning all are capable of reaching Israel. That is nearly 30 years of continuous missile production, resulting in a stockpile of several thousands. Another area where Iran has emerged as a global power is drones, including underwater ones. Iran’s UUVs have evolved rapidly into mass-produced models with integrated AI, and I believe they hold some major surprises in reserve. A key point today is that the AN/TPY-2 radars, which played a critical role in tracking Iranian missiles, would be among the first targets to be engaged. These high-powered X-band radars are the backbone of regional missile defense, providing essential data to THAAD and Patriot batteries. However, because they are large, stationary, and emit high-energy signals, they are highly vulnerable to a first-strike or saturation attack, which would effectively 'blind' the entire defensive network. Obviously, a defense budget of nearly one trillion dollars cannot be compared to Iran’s, but the real question is whether the cost and effort are worth the potential casualties. Even without Israel, the Americans maintain an immense advantage in aerial operations over Iran; however, as I have stated before, this superiority does not translate to the maritime theater.

What if any preparations have you seen Iran make ahead of the war? Can you discuss It’s missile capabilities? Any intelligence capabilities? Any surprises it might happen in store? When the 12-day war ended, I estimated that Iran would need about six months to recover, including its nuclear program. Contrary to popular belief, Iran did not lose its entire long-range or medium-range air defense network; while some launchers were damaged, the primary targets of the Israeli strikes were the radar systems. Once the radars were neutralized, Iran successfully hid the bulk of its remaining batteries, leaving much of its arsenal intact. In contrast, short-range systems like the Tor-M1 and domestic variants were heavily engaged against cruise missiles, often being lost or damaged only after their ammunition was completely exhausted. Since then, Iran has worked to rebuild its destroyed radar network and, above all, to implement a genuine counterintelligence doctrine. The Mossad operations against Iranian radars and air defense systems have shaped new perimeter defense and counterintelligence doctrines not only in Iran but in other countries as well. If we look at the quantity of weapons and the organization of armed groups during Iran’s most recent protests, I would say the problem of foreign intelligence operations inside the country remains severe. This seriously threatens much of Iran’s capabilities, and I foresee a wave of sabotage operations as a new war draws closer. Iran has begun receiving collaboration from China across multiple areas,from satellites to internal counterintelligence, but it may still take some time for this to produce tangible results. During the last years, the Mossad relied heavily on cell phones, using SMS for recruitment and accessing device GPS for target location. Iran has since focused intensely on preventing any repetition of this, and on this specific issue, the Chinese appear to have provided support. Although foreign intelligence services have operated extensively inside Iran, the scale of any armed opposition groups is negligible compared to the Iranian armed forces, which could still draw on allied paramilitaries and militias in neighboring countries, including the Houthis. Iran has become a missile power with a stockpile far larger than Western estimates suggest. As early as 1998, Iran was already producing missiles with ranges exceeding 1,000 km, and it has continued doing so ever since, developing 12 to 15 different models in that range - meaning all are capable of reaching Israel. That is nearly 30 years of continuous missile production, resulting in a stockpile of several thousands. Another area where Iran has emerged as a global power is drones, including underwater ones. Iran’s UUVs have evolved rapidly into mass-produced models with integrated AI, and I believe they hold some major surprises in reserve. A key point today is that the AN/TPY-2 radars, which played a critical role in tracking Iranian missiles, would be among the first targets to be engaged. These high-powered X-band radars are the backbone of regional missile defense, providing essential data to THAAD and Patriot batteries. However, because they are large, stationary, and emit high-energy signals, they are highly vulnerable to a first-strike or saturation attack, which would effectively 'blind' the entire defensive network. Obviously, a defense budget of nearly one trillion dollars cannot be compared to Iran’s, but the real question is whether the cost and effort are worth the potential casualties. Even without Israel, the Americans maintain an immense advantage in aerial operations over Iran; however, as I have stated before, this superiority does not translate to the maritime theater.

Patricia Marins

21,142 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

A Citadel quant sat down next to me at Verve on Gough and asked why my laptop had four terminals open I was scanning Polymarket. Four panes. Each one a different agent. He was killing time before a flight. Saw the screens. "Is that a multi-agent setup on prediction markets. Who's orchestrating" Claude. One prompt per agent. They don't share memory. Only a queue file. He pulled up a chair. "Walk me through. I do this for equities at work. I want to see your agent separation" Agent 1 is the scanner. I piped raw JSON from the official Polymarket CLI straight into Claude and told it to score every live market on three things. Edge against my probability estimate. Book depth on both sides. Hours to resolution. Thresholds kill 93% of markets before the brain ever sees them. Edge under 7 cents gone. Depth under $500 gone. Under 4 hours to resolution gone. Over 168 gone. 487 live markets collapse to 35. "Seven cents is your transaction cost buffer" Yes. Below that the gas and spread eat the trade. A green fill popped. +$52 on a BTC dominance market. "And the brain" Agent 2. Runs four checks on every survivor. Base rate from history. News in the last six hours. Whether any of the 47 top wallets are currently holding. And a disposition check - is the crowd making a known cognitive error. Three out of four must agree. Otherwise drop it. 86 million trades. I let Claude rank every wallet with 100+ fills and a 70%+ win rate. It returned 47 names in four minutes. Top 20 wallets made more than the bottom 13,000 combined. "Concentration like that means the signal is there. Most retail books look like a normal curve. Yours looks like power law" Kelly sizing does the rest. Capped at quarter Kelly. If f-star goes negative the trade dies no matter how confident I feel. "Overbet once and the bankroll is gone. You respect that. Good" Agent 3 is execution. Three strategies pulled out of a 53k line Typescript repo. Arbitrage across related markets. Convergence when price moves toward my estimate. Whale copy with a 60 second delay on the 47 wallets. Two agents agree full position. One agent only half. Disagreement no trade. "What did you cut" Sports. 52% win rate. Already priced in before the scanner flags it. Markets under $50k in depth. Slippage makes every edge a coin flip. Holding to settlement. The top wallets exit at 73% of max profit every time. I copied that. Agent 4 watches exits. Three triggers. Target hit at 85% of expected move. Volume spike 3x the ten minute average. Thesis stale 24 hours with no movement. "91% of the smart wallets exit before resolution. That's the trade" Yeah. Being right is not the same as being profitable. Setup: Claude API $20 Hetzner VPS $5 Four repos free Total $25 a month $200 seed. 27 days ago. $14,300 now. 271 trades. 74% win rate. Sharpe 2.47. Copy here: "How long did the build take" Two weekends. One to wire the scanner and the CLI. One to get the agents talking through the queue file. He watched the volume exit trigger fire on a Fed cut market. Position closed at 0.71. +$184. "Nobody at my shop runs four agents on their own money. We run eight on the firm's. You got the same structure on a laptop for the price of a sandwich a month" He asked for the repos. I sent them. He messaged me from the gate. "Publishing this tomorrow. My PM is going to ask me why I didn't do it first" I told him his PM already has a Bloomberg. That's the problem.

A Citadel quant sat down next to me at Verve on Gough and asked why my laptop had four terminals open I was scanning Polymarket. Four panes. Each one a different agent. He was killing time before a flight. Saw the screens. "Is that a multi-agent setup on prediction markets. Who's orchestrating" Claude. One prompt per agent. They don't share memory. Only a queue file. He pulled up a chair. "Walk me through. I do this for equities at work. I want to see your agent separation" Agent 1 is the scanner. I piped raw JSON from the official Polymarket CLI straight into Claude and told it to score every live market on three things. Edge against my probability estimate. Book depth on both sides. Hours to resolution. Thresholds kill 93% of markets before the brain ever sees them. Edge under 7 cents gone. Depth under $500 gone. Under 4 hours to resolution gone. Over 168 gone. 487 live markets collapse to 35. "Seven cents is your transaction cost buffer" Yes. Below that the gas and spread eat the trade. A green fill popped. +$52 on a BTC dominance market. "And the brain" Agent 2. Runs four checks on every survivor. Base rate from history. News in the last six hours. Whether any of the 47 top wallets are currently holding. And a disposition check - is the crowd making a known cognitive error. Three out of four must agree. Otherwise drop it. 86 million trades. I let Claude rank every wallet with 100+ fills and a 70%+ win rate. It returned 47 names in four minutes. Top 20 wallets made more than the bottom 13,000 combined. "Concentration like that means the signal is there. Most retail books look like a normal curve. Yours looks like power law" Kelly sizing does the rest. Capped at quarter Kelly. If f-star goes negative the trade dies no matter how confident I feel. "Overbet once and the bankroll is gone. You respect that. Good" Agent 3 is execution. Three strategies pulled out of a 53k line Typescript repo. Arbitrage across related markets. Convergence when price moves toward my estimate. Whale copy with a 60 second delay on the 47 wallets. Two agents agree full position. One agent only half. Disagreement no trade. "What did you cut" Sports. 52% win rate. Already priced in before the scanner flags it. Markets under $50k in depth. Slippage makes every edge a coin flip. Holding to settlement. The top wallets exit at 73% of max profit every time. I copied that. Agent 4 watches exits. Three triggers. Target hit at 85% of expected move. Volume spike 3x the ten minute average. Thesis stale 24 hours with no movement. "91% of the smart wallets exit before resolution. That's the trade" Yeah. Being right is not the same as being profitable. Setup: Claude API $20 Hetzner VPS $5 Four repos free Total $25 a month $200 seed. 27 days ago. $14,300 now. 271 trades. 74% win rate. Sharpe 2.47. Copy here: "How long did the build take" Two weekends. One to wire the scanner and the CLI. One to get the agents talking through the queue file. He watched the volume exit trigger fire on a Fed cut market. Position closed at 0.71. +$184. "Nobody at my shop runs four agents on their own money. We run eight on the firm's. You got the same structure on a laptop for the price of a sandwich a month" He asked for the repos. I sent them. He messaged me from the gate. "Publishing this tomorrow. My PM is going to ask me why I didn't do it first" I told him his PM already has a Bloomberg. That's the problem.

Lunar

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The political establishment in Australia is not entirely stupid, they just think you are. As they lament the rise of One Nation, they pretend they don't understand it. Because if they showed us that they understand the resons, they then have to make a major admission. Hanson's rise is all their fault. Because the major parties and the faux independents have been on a unity ticket on all of the big problems they have jointly caused for decades. They can’t hide from the messes they have caused, so now they want to blame everyone else but themselves. Today, on ABC’s Insiders, Annabel Crab belled the cat, as Karvelas did the two step crab walk. Annabel correctly diagnoses the political situation here right now. It is not a love for Hanson, or One Nation that is causing the surge, but a total lack of faith in the other offerings. It almost does not matter what Hanson says or does, because her greatest strengths are that she is there, and she is not one of them. Those are enduring traits and the more the major parties hit her, the more the media carry on about her, and the more the establishment present her as a “deplorable”, the more people they will push in her direction. It is like they are in quicksand... the more they struggle, the deeper they sink. People are growing ready for wild political change. A worsening economy and a growing collapse in social cohesion has put the nation on edge. The big end of town want to pretend everything will be fine when the latest special envoy delivers their newest report, but nothing changes. Nothing changes because nothing is supposed to change. Because the government, the opposition and their Green Teal cheer squads want things just the way they are. They didn’t just pass all of the enabling legislation for no reason. There are real beneficiaries of these things, it is just that none of the beneficiaries are the Australian people. Australians have broadly been the target of the changes made to benefit foreign interests, the political class and major corporations. We have been targeted for so long it is impossible not to feel the cross-hairs of the scope resting on our forehead. Hanson and her team simply have to talk about that feeling... they don’t even have to have a solution. Because when the establishment continues to pretend the problems don't exist, just acknowledging the pain is enough to earn a vote. Annabel nails this sentiment in just a few words. Right as Karvelas changes the subject, because it is not that this isn’t obvious, it is because Karvelas is there to cover it up, and hit Hanson’s credibility again. Fuelling the vicious cycle of the rise of the outsider. Unless something significant changes in the establishment, and I don’t expect it will, there will be major upheaval at the next election. Most people will not be voting for their favourite party or person, they will primarily be voting against the status quo, because in their minds, it could not possibly be worse than what we have experienced for decades... but it just might be a little bit better. And that is a risk worth taking. After all most of us like a punt. I just want Australia back.

The political establishment in Australia is not entirely stupid, they just think you are. As they lament the rise of One Nation, they pretend they don't understand it. Because if they showed us that they understand the resons, they then have to make a major admission. Hanson's rise is all their fault. Because the major parties and the faux independents have been on a unity ticket on all of the big problems they have jointly caused for decades. They can’t hide from the messes they have caused, so now they want to blame everyone else but themselves. Today, on ABC’s Insiders, Annabel Crab belled the cat, as Karvelas did the two step crab walk. Annabel correctly diagnoses the political situation here right now. It is not a love for Hanson, or One Nation that is causing the surge, but a total lack of faith in the other offerings. It almost does not matter what Hanson says or does, because her greatest strengths are that she is there, and she is not one of them. Those are enduring traits and the more the major parties hit her, the more the media carry on about her, and the more the establishment present her as a “deplorable”, the more people they will push in her direction. It is like they are in quicksand... the more they struggle, the deeper they sink. People are growing ready for wild political change. A worsening economy and a growing collapse in social cohesion has put the nation on edge. The big end of town want to pretend everything will be fine when the latest special envoy delivers their newest report, but nothing changes. Nothing changes because nothing is supposed to change. Because the government, the opposition and their Green Teal cheer squads want things just the way they are. They didn’t just pass all of the enabling legislation for no reason. There are real beneficiaries of these things, it is just that none of the beneficiaries are the Australian people. Australians have broadly been the target of the changes made to benefit foreign interests, the political class and major corporations. We have been targeted for so long it is impossible not to feel the cross-hairs of the scope resting on our forehead. Hanson and her team simply have to talk about that feeling... they don’t even have to have a solution. Because when the establishment continues to pretend the problems don't exist, just acknowledging the pain is enough to earn a vote. Annabel nails this sentiment in just a few words. Right as Karvelas changes the subject, because it is not that this isn’t obvious, it is because Karvelas is there to cover it up, and hit Hanson’s credibility again. Fuelling the vicious cycle of the rise of the outsider. Unless something significant changes in the establishment, and I don’t expect it will, there will be major upheaval at the next election. Most people will not be voting for their favourite party or person, they will primarily be voting against the status quo, because in their minds, it could not possibly be worse than what we have experienced for decades... but it just might be a little bit better. And that is a risk worth taking. After all most of us like a punt. I just want Australia back.

Matthew Camenzuli

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🇬🇧 The British Nlaw Anti Tank Missile: An unsung hero of the full scale invasion of Ukraine 🇺🇦 There are many factors for Ukraine's survival, many vital factors that led to success. Here is just one of them. Two and a half months after the Full scale invasion started, Ukrainian military officials had claimed the Nlaw anti tank was responsible for 40% of destroyed Russian armour in Ukraine. The NLAW is a British-designed and commissioned system, developed to UK specifications and manufactured by Sweden’s Saab Bofors Dynamics in partnership with the UK’s Thale Air Defence. It was created to give infantry a lightweight, easy-to-use system capable of defeating modern main battle tanks. The NLAW is a fire-and-forget, shoulder-fired missile that uses Predicted Line of Sight guidance. The operator tracks the moving target for just a few seconds before launch, allowing the system to calculate the target’s speed and direction. Once fired, the missile flies autonomously along that predicted path exploding over the tank directing its explosive evergy downwards where its targets armour is at it's weakest, for Russian tanks, where it also stores it's ammo. On February 10th, 2 weeks before the Full scale invasion. there was an article in the British news publication The Daily Mail. The Title: 'God save the Queen!': Ukrainian troops say British NLAW missiles are a 'game-changer' as they train to fight Russian forces and warn 'crazy' Putin: 'We will kill for our homeland' At this point, the British government had seen troops amassing, and rushed over 2,000 Nlaw units to Ukraine, along with 30 paratroopers to train Ukrainian forces in operating the NLAWs, knowing that if the Russians moved, there would be waves of logisitics and tanks moving in. An Nlaws wet dream. There was notoriety for American Javelins that were delivered after the invasion of Crimea, however at this point, most had been used in skirmishes with Russian ocupiers and only received more units after the full scale invasion. Ben Wallace, who at the time served as Secretary of Defence of the United Kingdom who was nicknamed by Ukrainian officials as 'The Man That Saved Kyiv' for various reasons had previously had seen satalite data, and went to work imediately to push for shipment of the weapons in which by April when it was sited they were responsible for 40% of Russian armour losses, 4,200 units had been delivered by March within 4 weeks of the invasion. Military analysts have since credited the rapid delivery and effectiveness of these British made weapons as a key factor in halting Russia’s initial blitzkrieg style assault. They empowering small units with the ability to take out main battle tanks, the NLAW helped transform Ukraine's defense strategy into a formidable deterrent buying critical time and saving the capital from likely occupation and later serving as a deadly tool for gorilla warfare. Russian tanks were moving in and the signle Ukrainians were taking out armoured tanks on foot with weapons worth 25k-38k USD per unit and weights just 12.5 kg, some were carrying 2 Nlaws on their backs at once. When it came to Nlaws, they were having a fucking field day smashing up anything Russian made of steel. Thank you for reading and if you have enjoyed what I have written, I would appreciate if you share it. - Bricktop I will leave you with these guys, this video was uploaded online within 4 days of the invasion which got me laughing, the guys say: "Muscovite fuckers will be fucked" "I'll set you alight"

🇬🇧 The British Nlaw Anti Tank Missile: An unsung hero of the full scale invasion of Ukraine 🇺🇦 There are many factors for Ukraine's survival, many vital factors that led to success. Here is just one of them. Two and a half months after the Full scale invasion started, Ukrainian military officials had claimed the Nlaw anti tank was responsible for 40% of destroyed Russian armour in Ukraine. The NLAW is a British-designed and commissioned system, developed to UK specifications and manufactured by Sweden’s Saab Bofors Dynamics in partnership with the UK’s Thale Air Defence. It was created to give infantry a lightweight, easy-to-use system capable of defeating modern main battle tanks. The NLAW is a fire-and-forget, shoulder-fired missile that uses Predicted Line of Sight guidance. The operator tracks the moving target for just a few seconds before launch, allowing the system to calculate the target’s speed and direction. Once fired, the missile flies autonomously along that predicted path exploding over the tank directing its explosive evergy downwards where its targets armour is at it's weakest, for Russian tanks, where it also stores it's ammo. On February 10th, 2 weeks before the Full scale invasion. there was an article in the British news publication The Daily Mail. The Title: 'God save the Queen!': Ukrainian troops say British NLAW missiles are a 'game-changer' as they train to fight Russian forces and warn 'crazy' Putin: 'We will kill for our homeland' At this point, the British government had seen troops amassing, and rushed over 2,000 Nlaw units to Ukraine, along with 30 paratroopers to train Ukrainian forces in operating the NLAWs, knowing that if the Russians moved, there would be waves of logisitics and tanks moving in. An Nlaws wet dream. There was notoriety for American Javelins that were delivered after the invasion of Crimea, however at this point, most had been used in skirmishes with Russian ocupiers and only received more units after the full scale invasion. Ben Wallace, who at the time served as Secretary of Defence of the United Kingdom who was nicknamed by Ukrainian officials as 'The Man That Saved Kyiv' for various reasons had previously had seen satalite data, and went to work imediately to push for shipment of the weapons in which by April when it was sited they were responsible for 40% of Russian armour losses, 4,200 units had been delivered by March within 4 weeks of the invasion. Military analysts have since credited the rapid delivery and effectiveness of these British made weapons as a key factor in halting Russia’s initial blitzkrieg style assault. They empowering small units with the ability to take out main battle tanks, the NLAW helped transform Ukraine's defense strategy into a formidable deterrent buying critical time and saving the capital from likely occupation and later serving as a deadly tool for gorilla warfare. Russian tanks were moving in and the signle Ukrainians were taking out armoured tanks on foot with weapons worth 25k-38k USD per unit and weights just 12.5 kg, some were carrying 2 Nlaws on their backs at once. When it came to Nlaws, they were having a fucking field day smashing up anything Russian made of steel. Thank you for reading and if you have enjoyed what I have written, I would appreciate if you share it. - Bricktop I will leave you with these guys, this video was uploaded online within 4 days of the invasion which got me laughing, the guys say: "Muscovite fuckers will be fucked" "I'll set you alight"

Bricktop_NAFO

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