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With regard to the alleged drunken brawl and uncouth behaviour of an Army Officer and his fiancée in Bhubaneswar, Gen (Retd) V K Singh, former COAS and ex-Union Minister, in his post used highly inappropriate language castigating Police in general and Odisha Police in particular. When I called him out, several retired Army Officers responded with uncivilized and irrelevant comments. Later, I wrote to Defence Minister suggesting to court-martial and punish the Army Officer involved and Lt. Gen. PS Shekhawat for conduct unbecoming of soldiers and committing grave offences under sections 21(c), 45, 48 and other relevant provisions of the Army Act, 1950. It is eliciting a lot uncouth and loutish online behaviour which only the scum of the society, not the “disciplined” Army Officers indulge in. They are calling the Indian Police all sorts of names. They are also personally attacking me by sharing ad nauseum some trash of old pieces of yellow journalism with false and motivated allegations against me which I had countered by issuing a signed rejoinder way back in 2018, that is two years before I retired on superannuation in 2020. As my conscience is crystal clear, I care a foot for all that yellow journalism trash. The old adage, “when the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser” is so apt for the conduct of these philistines. Even in my first post I had made it amply clear that my response is not to make it Army vs Police but to put facts of the case which none was discussing. It was about seeking truth as there are innocent lives at stake. Everyone including the 5 police officers suspended even before conducting enquiry, deserves justice in a nation whose motto is "satyamev jayate". I respect our Army not necessarily because it is the best, but because it is the last line of defence against our external enemies. While the Army Officers are generally disciplined and well-behaved when they are in their units, a few of them become unruly when freed on leave or otherwise and sometimes they even try to overawe and boss over the local police officials. Police officers generally ignore it by being indulgent to them. But things get stormy when their behaviour become outrightly criminal. But why do they behave like that? Pakistan Army has been ruling Pakistan for much of its existence. Therefore, our Army Officers seem to suffer from a syndrome that is best captured by the Onida TV tagline, “neighbour's envy, owner's pride”, leading to a combination of false sense of entitlement, deprivation and victimhood. As a result, they nurture utter contempt for civil authority, and a few of them indulge in boorishness. While propagandizing themselves as holier-than-thou, they invent all sorts of false victimhood stories to rally against the civil authority. Their false propaganda feeds to👇this kind of caricaturing of all except Army. Since they have been calling the Indian Police all sorts of names, I too can retort back with facts about Army and loss of Indian territory to China, Kargil, etc. But once again, my objective is not to show our Army in poor light or to make it Army Vs Police. Therefore, in spite of extreme provocation I won't venture into those thorny trails. I also, exhort all Army Officers, both serving and retired, to reflect on their performance rather than indulging in bashing of civil authority especially the Police, and work to protect every inch of our territory, and save Hindus who have been facing genocidal attacks in Jammu & Kashmir, in Manipur and elsewhere. Finally, I also appeal to them that we must have mutual respect individually and for our organisations as we are all one with different functions and our work should always complement and promote our national interest. If there are any aberrations let us resolve them amicably by avoiding public spats, acrimony and rancour.
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With regard to the alleged drunken brawl and uncouth behaviour of an Army Officer and his fiancée in Bhubaneswar, Gen (Retd) V K Singh, former COAS and ex-Union Minister, in his post used highly inappropriate language castigating Police in general and Odisha Police in particular. When I called him out, several retired Army Officers responded with uncivilized and irrelevant comments. Later, I wrote to Defence Minister suggesting to court-martial and punish the Army Officer involved and Lt. Gen. PS Shekhawat for conduct unbecoming of soldiers and committing grave offences under sections 21(c), 45, 48 and other relevant provisions of the Army Act, 1950. It is eliciting a lot uncouth and loutish online behaviour which only the scum of the society, not the “disciplined” Army Officers indulge in. They are calling the Indian Police all sorts of names. They are also personally attacking me by sharing ad nauseum some trash of old pieces of yellow journalism with false and motivated allegations against me which I had countered by issuing a signed rejoinder way back in 2018, that is two years before I retired on superannuation in 2020. As my conscience is crystal clear, I care a foot for all that yellow journalism trash. The old adage, “when the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser” is so apt for the conduct of these philistines. Even in my first post I had made it amply clear that my response is not to make it Army vs Police but to put facts of the case which none was discussing. It was about seeking truth as there are innocent lives at stake. Everyone including the 5 police officers suspended even before conducting enquiry, deserves justice in a nation whose motto is "satyamev jayate". I respect our Army not necessarily because it is the best, but because it is the last line of defence against our external enemies. While the Army Officers are generally disciplined and well-behaved when they are in their units, a few of them become unruly when freed on leave or otherwise and sometimes they even try to overawe and boss over the local police officials. Police officers generally ignore it by being indulgent to them. But things get stormy when their behaviour become outrightly criminal. But why do they behave like that? Pakistan Army has been ruling Pakistan for much of its existence. Therefore, our Army Officers seem to suffer from a syndrome that is best captured by the Onida TV tagline, “neighbour's envy, owner's pride”, leading to a combination of false sense of entitlement, deprivation and victimhood. As a result, they nurture utter contempt for civil authority, and a few of them indulge in boorishness. While propagandizing themselves as holier-than-thou, they invent all sorts of false victimhood stories to rally against the civil authority. Their false propaganda feeds to👇this kind of caricaturing of all except Army. Since they have been calling the Indian Police all sorts of names, I too can retort back with facts about Army and loss of Indian territory to China, Kargil, etc. But once again, my objective is not to show our Army in poor light or to make it Army Vs Police. Therefore, in spite of extreme provocation I won't venture into those thorny trails. I also, exhort all Army Officers, both serving and retired, to reflect on their performance rather than indulging in bashing of civil authority especially the Police, and work to protect every inch of our territory, and save Hindus who have been facing genocidal attacks in Jammu & Kashmir, in Manipur and elsewhere. Finally, I also appeal to them that we must have mutual respect individually and for our organisations as we are all one with different functions and our work should always complement and promote our national interest. If there are any aberrations let us resolve them amicably by avoiding public spats, acrimony and rancour.

M. Nageswara Rao IPS (Retired)

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Human Trafficking Complaint Spurs Police Action in Alberton: Senior Velocity Capital Executive Under Investigation Johannesburg – 5 December 2025 A senior executive at New York-based private equity firm Velocity Capital Management is under formal investigation following a human trafficking complaint lodged at Brixton Police Station on 26 November. Nishant Jain, Vice President at Velocity Capital, is the primary subject of the probe, which has triggered a series of high-level law enforcement operations across Gauteng. In a swift follow-up raid on Friday, police and immigration officials descended on a warehouse in Alrode, Alberton, resulting in the arrest of three foreign nationals found to be in South Africa illegally. The multi-agency operation, conducted at 12:15 on 5 December, involved the Ekurhuleni Tactical Response Team, Brixton Detectives, the Provincial Investigation Unit, and Home Affairs Immigration Officers. During the raid, officers inspected documents of workers on site. Three men were detained after failing to produce valid permits or passports: - Ashok Basti (Dubai passport V7597594) - Dinanath Vishvakarma (passport S5585682) - Kishori Maharajganj (passport R2506560) The trio is currently being held at Alberton SAPS and will be handed over to the Department of Home Affairs for deportation processing and further investigation into possible trafficking links. Authorities have described the warehouse raid as directly connected to the ongoing human trafficking case. The Gauteng Provincial Investigation Unit is leading the probe and says additional arrests and searches are likely as new evidence emerges. Neither Nishant Jain nor Velocity Capital Management has issued a public statement at this stage. The investigation remains active and is expected to widen in the coming days.
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Human Trafficking Complaint Spurs Police Action in Alberton: Senior Velocity Capital Executive Under Investigation Johannesburg – 5 December 2025 A senior executive at New York-based private equity firm Velocity Capital Management is under formal investigation following a human trafficking complaint lodged at Brixton Police Station on 26 November. Nishant Jain, Vice President at Velocity Capital, is the primary subject of the probe, which has triggered a series of high-level law enforcement operations across Gauteng. In a swift follow-up raid on Friday, police and immigration officials descended on a warehouse in Alrode, Alberton, resulting in the arrest of three foreign nationals found to be in South Africa illegally. The multi-agency operation, conducted at 12:15 on 5 December, involved the Ekurhuleni Tactical Response Team, Brixton Detectives, the Provincial Investigation Unit, and Home Affairs Immigration Officers. During the raid, officers inspected documents of workers on site. Three men were detained after failing to produce valid permits or passports: - Ashok Basti (Dubai passport V7597594) - Dinanath Vishvakarma (passport S5585682) - Kishori Maharajganj (passport R2506560) The trio is currently being held at Alberton SAPS and will be handed over to the Department of Home Affairs for deportation processing and further investigation into possible trafficking links. Authorities have described the warehouse raid as directly connected to the ongoing human trafficking case. The Gauteng Provincial Investigation Unit is leading the probe and says additional arrests and searches are likely as new evidence emerges. Neither Nishant Jain nor Velocity Capital Management has issued a public statement at this stage. The investigation remains active and is expected to widen in the coming days.

PSAFLIVE

13,855 views • 8 months ago

Today we are leaving for North Bengal. I will be staying there for two days to see rescue and restoration works there. My Chief Secretary is accompanying me, DG of Police has already gone there. Police and administration have been doing rescue and restoration operations in all affected areas. Community kitchens have been opened, distressed people are being given all-out support. Tourists are being safely evacuated and where hotel accommodation is to be arranged, that will be done at our cost. North Bengal State Transport Corporation and our other transport organisations are mobilizing streams of special Volvo and long-distance buses for evacuating the stranded tourists. While death cannot be compensated, we shall give Rs 5 lakh to the families of each deceased, and a Special Homeguard' s job to a kin in each such family as a special gesture. I shall visit some areas in North Bengal today and tomorrow, and our administration will reach out all humanitarian help to all those affected by the flood in each place. If the Central Government did its job of dredging of the Ganga-Hugli river at several critical points, and if DVC did its desiltation works which it is not wilfully doing, if their dams and barrages were not so used in this manner against us, and if central government money was spent for the necessary public works in Bengal rather than squandering funds away in other unrelated pursuits, our people would have been spared of the man- made flood that we are facing in large tracts of North and South Bengal in this season. Our own Irrigation works and check dams etc have been useful in arresting the damages in many areas. We are there, always, every moment. Sharing some photos showing our police, fire brigade and disaster management officers and men in rescue operations at this moment.
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Today we are leaving for North Bengal. I will be staying there for two days to see rescue and restoration works there. My Chief Secretary is accompanying me, DG of Police has already gone there. Police and administration have been doing rescue and restoration operations in all affected areas. Community kitchens have been opened, distressed people are being given all-out support. Tourists are being safely evacuated and where hotel accommodation is to be arranged, that will be done at our cost. North Bengal State Transport Corporation and our other transport organisations are mobilizing streams of special Volvo and long-distance buses for evacuating the stranded tourists. While death cannot be compensated, we shall give Rs 5 lakh to the families of each deceased, and a Special Homeguard' s job to a kin in each such family as a special gesture. I shall visit some areas in North Bengal today and tomorrow, and our administration will reach out all humanitarian help to all those affected by the flood in each place. If the Central Government did its job of dredging of the Ganga-Hugli river at several critical points, and if DVC did its desiltation works which it is not wilfully doing, if their dams and barrages were not so used in this manner against us, and if central government money was spent for the necessary public works in Bengal rather than squandering funds away in other unrelated pursuits, our people would have been spared of the man- made flood that we are facing in large tracts of North and South Bengal in this season. Our own Irrigation works and check dams etc have been useful in arresting the damages in many areas. We are there, always, every moment. Sharing some photos showing our police, fire brigade and disaster management officers and men in rescue operations at this moment.

Mamata Banerjee

21,588 views • 10 months ago

Since Professor V Kamakoti has been nominated in the committee to overhaul our education system, he is being mocked by opposition leaders for his beliefs. Today, I sat to check his academic credentials . Alongside serving as the Director of IIT Madras, his academic and professional accomplishments include: • 250+ Research Papers and Patents: He has published over 250 research papers in leading international journals and conferences and holds numerous national and international patents. • Development of the SHAKTI Microprocessor: He led the design and development of SHAKTI, India’s first indigenous, open-source microprocessor. Microprocessor Development Programme (MDP): He heads this flagship initiative of the Ministry of Electronics and Information Technology (MeitY), aimed at strengthening India’s semiconductor and chip-design ecosystem. • Record Patent Filings – “One Patent a Day”: As Director of IIT Madras, he introduced the vision of “One Patent a Day.” Under his leadership, the institute filed a record 417 patents during 2024–25. • Role in the National Security Advisory Board (NSAB): As an NSAB member, he provides strategic advice to the Government of India on cybersecurity, telecommunications security, and digital infrastructure. • Leadership of the AI Task Force: He chaired the Artificial Intelligence Task Force constituted by the Ministry of Commerce and Industry, helping shape India’s AI policy framework. • Information Security Education and Awareness (ISEA): He oversees initiatives under the ISEA programme to build India’s cybersecurity workforce and promote public awareness of information security. • Research in VLSI and Hardware Security: His primary academic contributions lie in VLSI design, algorithms, and strengthening cryptographic security at the silicon hardware level. • Institutional Reforms at IIT Madras: Since assuming office as Director in 2022, he has helped IIT Madras retain its top position in the NIRF rankings while launching new online degree programmes and expanding the institute’s startup ecosystem. In recognition of his outstanding contributions to science and technology, he has been awarded the Padma Shri (2026), the DRDO Academic Excellence Award, and the IBM Faculty Award. Here is in his native village, moving on roads in a Prabhat Feri invoking the Grama Devta.
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Since Professor V Kamakoti has been nominated in the committee to overhaul our education system, he is being mocked by opposition leaders for his beliefs. Today, I sat to check his academic credentials . Alongside serving as the Director of IIT Madras, his academic and professional accomplishments include: • 250+ Research Papers and Patents: He has published over 250 research papers in leading international journals and conferences and holds numerous national and international patents. • Development of the SHAKTI Microprocessor: He led the design and development of SHAKTI, India’s first indigenous, open-source microprocessor. Microprocessor Development Programme (MDP): He heads this flagship initiative of the Ministry of Electronics and Information Technology (MeitY), aimed at strengthening India’s semiconductor and chip-design ecosystem. • Record Patent Filings – “One Patent a Day”: As Director of IIT Madras, he introduced the vision of “One Patent a Day.” Under his leadership, the institute filed a record 417 patents during 2024–25. • Role in the National Security Advisory Board (NSAB): As an NSAB member, he provides strategic advice to the Government of India on cybersecurity, telecommunications security, and digital infrastructure. • Leadership of the AI Task Force: He chaired the Artificial Intelligence Task Force constituted by the Ministry of Commerce and Industry, helping shape India’s AI policy framework. • Information Security Education and Awareness (ISEA): He oversees initiatives under the ISEA programme to build India’s cybersecurity workforce and promote public awareness of information security. • Research in VLSI and Hardware Security: His primary academic contributions lie in VLSI design, algorithms, and strengthening cryptographic security at the silicon hardware level. • Institutional Reforms at IIT Madras: Since assuming office as Director in 2022, he has helped IIT Madras retain its top position in the NIRF rankings while launching new online degree programmes and expanding the institute’s startup ecosystem. In recognition of his outstanding contributions to science and technology, he has been awarded the Padma Shri (2026), the DRDO Academic Excellence Award, and the IBM Faculty Award. Here is in his native village, moving on roads in a Prabhat Feri invoking the Grama Devta.

Rahul Kaushik

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FACT CHECK: Here at the first trial, the Commonwealth’s own expert witness, Ian Whiffin, confirms the necessity & importance of hash values for the sake of “hash verification”, a necessary step in authenticating the data & being able to verify that it hasn’t been altered or manipulated. In fact, Whiffin actually gives this testimony in response to a question about when the data have been altered or tampered with, if there’s a way for the forensic examiner (him) to detect it, and/or verify its authenticity and integrity. Remarkably, despite the DFIR industry standard methodology of hash verifying a digital forensic extraction, like that of Jen McCabe’s iPhone, prior to conducting any analysis on it with any forensic tools, Ian Whiffin testified that notably, for his work on this case, not only did he abandon this standard methodology, but he also admitted that the forensic extraction of Jen McCabe’s iPhone, which he received from the Commonwealth, was stripped of its hash value. Perhaps more remarkably, this stunning fact apparently didn’t raise any red flags for Ian Whiffin when conducting his analysis in this case, where he’s providing testimony in a murder trial. One must ask themselves why that is? However, defense expert Richard Green, in his affidavit, states that: “Typically, forensic examiners are provided with the raw image file and the associated: hash value documentation together. After validating the hash value, I would then accept that the data has not been manipulated. Here, however, the hash documentation was not provided with the raw image of the cell phone. Instead, it was withheld from the defense. As a forensic examiner having received hundreds of imaged phones over the course of my decades-long career, this was unprecedented.” Contrary to Mr. Whiffin’s approach, upon initially receiving a purported extraction of Jen McCabe’s iPhone without a hash value to authenticate and verify the integrity of the data, Mr. Green promptly requested the hash value and corresponding GrayKey supplemental files from the Commonwealth in order to conduct his analysis. After making this demand, and when the Commonwealth had to produce the hash verification data for Jen McCabe’s iPhone, remarkably, the Commonwealth also produced—for the first time, and over a year later on February 8, 2023—the Full File System Extraction of Jen McCabe’s iPhone (see “Notice of Discovery VIII,” attached). Unlike the initial purported “extraction” produced by Trooper Nicholas Guarino, this one contained Jen McCabe’s incriminating 2:27am Google search and all of the manual deletions of her communications, among other incriminating evidence, surrounding the murder of Officer John O’Keefe (see defense’s Rule 17 motion from April 12, 2023, attached). So, this begs the question: If Ian Whiffin knows the importance of hash verification in validating the authenticity of the data he’s working with in the first place, then why didn’t he take the same actions as defense expert Richard Green did to responsibly and reliably provide analysis in this case? If Whiffin ought to be deemed an expert, qualified to provide analysis and testimony at trial, then why did he abandon his industry’s standard methodology of hash verification in this case? Even Cellebrite knows this is a no-no! What say you? #KarenReadTrial #Cellebrite #DFIR
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FACT CHECK: Here at the first trial, the Commonwealth’s own expert witness, Ian Whiffin, confirms the necessity & importance of hash values for the sake of “hash verification”, a necessary step in authenticating the data & being able to verify that it hasn’t been altered or manipulated. In fact, Whiffin actually gives this testimony in response to a question about when the data have been altered or tampered with, if there’s a way for the forensic examiner (him) to detect it, and/or verify its authenticity and integrity. Remarkably, despite the DFIR industry standard methodology of hash verifying a digital forensic extraction, like that of Jen McCabe’s iPhone, prior to conducting any analysis on it with any forensic tools, Ian Whiffin testified that notably, for his work on this case, not only did he abandon this standard methodology, but he also admitted that the forensic extraction of Jen McCabe’s iPhone, which he received from the Commonwealth, was stripped of its hash value. Perhaps more remarkably, this stunning fact apparently didn’t raise any red flags for Ian Whiffin when conducting his analysis in this case, where he’s providing testimony in a murder trial. One must ask themselves why that is? However, defense expert Richard Green, in his affidavit, states that: “Typically, forensic examiners are provided with the raw image file and the associated: hash value documentation together. After validating the hash value, I would then accept that the data has not been manipulated. Here, however, the hash documentation was not provided with the raw image of the cell phone. Instead, it was withheld from the defense. As a forensic examiner having received hundreds of imaged phones over the course of my decades-long career, this was unprecedented.” Contrary to Mr. Whiffin’s approach, upon initially receiving a purported extraction of Jen McCabe’s iPhone without a hash value to authenticate and verify the integrity of the data, Mr. Green promptly requested the hash value and corresponding GrayKey supplemental files from the Commonwealth in order to conduct his analysis. After making this demand, and when the Commonwealth had to produce the hash verification data for Jen McCabe’s iPhone, remarkably, the Commonwealth also produced—for the first time, and over a year later on February 8, 2023—the Full File System Extraction of Jen McCabe’s iPhone (see “Notice of Discovery VIII,” attached). Unlike the initial purported “extraction” produced by Trooper Nicholas Guarino, this one contained Jen McCabe’s incriminating 2:27am Google search and all of the manual deletions of her communications, among other incriminating evidence, surrounding the murder of Officer John O’Keefe (see defense’s Rule 17 motion from April 12, 2023, attached). So, this begs the question: If Ian Whiffin knows the importance of hash verification in validating the authenticity of the data he’s working with in the first place, then why didn’t he take the same actions as defense expert Richard Green did to responsibly and reliably provide analysis in this case? If Whiffin ought to be deemed an expert, qualified to provide analysis and testimony at trial, then why did he abandon his industry’s standard methodology of hash verification in this case? Even Cellebrite knows this is a no-no! What say you? #KarenReadTrial #Cellebrite #DFIR

Olivia

20,211 views • 1 year ago

#امپورٹڈ_حکومت_نامنظور PTI ladies – leading from the front ~ Dedicated to the mothers, daughters and sisters of my nation 🇵🇰 “The world needs strong women. Women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved, women who live bravely, both tender and fierce, women of indomitable will.” – Amy Tenney And indeed, it is the strong women of Pakistan who are defining the critical phase in the nation’s history. I applaud the womenfolk from different segments of our society who are standing firm to resist fascism. Their sacrifices and efforts will always be remembered. 14th of March marked a day of resistance against fascism which is the hallmark of the current regime. Police and Rangers were deployed in huge numbers around Chairman Imran Khan’s residence to unlawfully arrest the former Prime Minister, where thousands of his supporters had gathered to deny the regime from executing the illegitimate action. We resisted tooth and nail against relentless shelling and baton charge denying the arrest of our Chairman. For hours on end, I suffered a barrage of shelling but stayed steadfast to lead the unarmed protestors. Moreover, the day of 25th of May last year will go down in Pakistan’s history as a day that, amongst other features, signified the rise of Pakistani women to stand up for their rights in the face of extreme state barbarism. Countless ladies from all walks of life showed their will and resilience that day as they came to the streets in protest against the imported Government, braving teargas shells and police baton charge. Amongst the political leadership, most remarkable of all was the sheer strength of character and courage shown by Dr. Yasmin Rashid, a 71-year-old cancer survivor who was harassed by the police initially the night before the march and then on the roads, as police goons damaged her car, smashing the windscreen and pulled her off the vehicle. The remarkably resilient lady, however, was not intimidated and continued her journey to Islamabad. I myself braved through some of the most gruesome behaviour of police as innocent protestors in my convoy from Southern Punjab were continually subjected to the worst form of shelling by the police. Multiple vehicles were smashed up by thugs in bandannas facilitating the police, as it was clear the Government was hellbent on trampling over the right of peaceful protest we as the citizens of Pakistan are supposed to have. My convoy, regardless, moved on with intent, removing obstacles and making way for the other marchers as we were amongst the first ones to reach D-Chowk. I also continually updated the progress of the march from my social media accounts. Additionally, the bravery shown by Shireen Mazari – the way she has risen to challenge and has exposed sheer hypocrisy and double standards is also commendable. She has most effectively taken up the burning issue of the diplomatic cipher at the heart of the regime change episode, and called out different parties to clarify their positions regarding how they are fulfilling their duties to the country. Amongst countless womenfolk in PTI, some notable leaders to specifically mention here include Barrister Maleeka Bokhari who stood firm and continued to move on despite the heavy shelling, and has also wonderfully been working on the cases for the restoration of the rights of protestors. Others including Kanwal Shauzab MNA, Aliya Hamza Malik and Musarrat Cheema are role models for women across the country in this struggle for freedom. This struggle for defying the imposed imported Government and for genuine freedom of Pakistan is a national movement rather than a political one. And the nation’s females are an integral part of the resistance. The nation won’t be cowed down by state brutalities as we know the power of truth trumps everything. When a nation is blessed with responsible and courageous females, it cannot be denied its true freedom for long. #WomenEmpowerment #9thAprilBlackDay
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#امپورٹڈ_حکومت_نامنظور PTI ladies – leading from the front ~ Dedicated to the mothers, daughters and sisters of my nation 🇵🇰 “The world needs strong women. Women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved, women who live bravely, both tender and fierce, women of indomitable will.” – Amy Tenney And indeed, it is the strong women of Pakistan who are defining the critical phase in the nation’s history. I applaud the womenfolk from different segments of our society who are standing firm to resist fascism. Their sacrifices and efforts will always be remembered. 14th of March marked a day of resistance against fascism which is the hallmark of the current regime. Police and Rangers were deployed in huge numbers around Chairman Imran Khan’s residence to unlawfully arrest the former Prime Minister, where thousands of his supporters had gathered to deny the regime from executing the illegitimate action. We resisted tooth and nail against relentless shelling and baton charge denying the arrest of our Chairman. For hours on end, I suffered a barrage of shelling but stayed steadfast to lead the unarmed protestors. Moreover, the day of 25th of May last year will go down in Pakistan’s history as a day that, amongst other features, signified the rise of Pakistani women to stand up for their rights in the face of extreme state barbarism. Countless ladies from all walks of life showed their will and resilience that day as they came to the streets in protest against the imported Government, braving teargas shells and police baton charge. Amongst the political leadership, most remarkable of all was the sheer strength of character and courage shown by Dr. Yasmin Rashid, a 71-year-old cancer survivor who was harassed by the police initially the night before the march and then on the roads, as police goons damaged her car, smashing the windscreen and pulled her off the vehicle. The remarkably resilient lady, however, was not intimidated and continued her journey to Islamabad. I myself braved through some of the most gruesome behaviour of police as innocent protestors in my convoy from Southern Punjab were continually subjected to the worst form of shelling by the police. Multiple vehicles were smashed up by thugs in bandannas facilitating the police, as it was clear the Government was hellbent on trampling over the right of peaceful protest we as the citizens of Pakistan are supposed to have. My convoy, regardless, moved on with intent, removing obstacles and making way for the other marchers as we were amongst the first ones to reach D-Chowk. I also continually updated the progress of the march from my social media accounts. Additionally, the bravery shown by Shireen Mazari – the way she has risen to challenge and has exposed sheer hypocrisy and double standards is also commendable. She has most effectively taken up the burning issue of the diplomatic cipher at the heart of the regime change episode, and called out different parties to clarify their positions regarding how they are fulfilling their duties to the country. Amongst countless womenfolk in PTI, some notable leaders to specifically mention here include Barrister Maleeka Bokhari who stood firm and continued to move on despite the heavy shelling, and has also wonderfully been working on the cases for the restoration of the rights of protestors. Others including Kanwal Shauzab MNA, Aliya Hamza Malik and Musarrat Cheema are role models for women across the country in this struggle for freedom. This struggle for defying the imposed imported Government and for genuine freedom of Pakistan is a national movement rather than a political one. And the nation’s females are an integral part of the resistance. The nation won’t be cowed down by state brutalities as we know the power of truth trumps everything. When a nation is blessed with responsible and courageous females, it cannot be denied its true freedom for long. #WomenEmpowerment #9thAprilBlackDay

Zartaj Gul Wazir

304,147 views • 3 years ago

As I walked into the Dunbar Vocational High School All-Class Reunion Picnic on Saturday, I saw Mayor police is a sickness Johnson ,leaving with part of his police security detail. As a candidate for Mayor of Chicago, moments like this remind me of the difference between those who govern from behind a security detail and those of us who are out walking with the people, listening to citizens, business owners, and families in every neighborhood. Just days earlier, Mayor Johnson signed an executive order creating another Office of Gun Violence Reduction. Meanwhile, police officers hands are tied, Chicago families continue to deal with shootings, carjackings, robberies, and violence in their neighborhoods. Chicago doesn't need another office. Chicago needs leadership that delivers results. As Mayor, I will focus on reductions in crime, transparent government, forensic audits, accountability for every taxpayer dollar, and restoring public safety in every neighborhood, not just during election season. The people of Chicago deserve a mayor who spends less time creating new layers of BS and more time making our communities safe again. I'm running to restore our city, put Chicagoans first, and make every neighborhood safe, prosperous, and accountable once again. Danielle Carter-Walters for Mayor 2027 Chicagoans First #daniellecarterwaltersformayor2027 #commonsensecarter #dunbarhighschoolreunion
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As I walked into the Dunbar Vocational High School All-Class Reunion Picnic on Saturday, I saw Mayor police is a sickness Johnson ,leaving with part of his police security detail. As a candidate for Mayor of Chicago, moments like this remind me of the difference between those who govern from behind a security detail and those of us who are out walking with the people, listening to citizens, business owners, and families in every neighborhood. Just days earlier, Mayor Johnson signed an executive order creating another Office of Gun Violence Reduction. Meanwhile, police officers hands are tied, Chicago families continue to deal with shootings, carjackings, robberies, and violence in their neighborhoods. Chicago doesn't need another office. Chicago needs leadership that delivers results. As Mayor, I will focus on reductions in crime, transparent government, forensic audits, accountability for every taxpayer dollar, and restoring public safety in every neighborhood, not just during election season. The people of Chicago deserve a mayor who spends less time creating new layers of BS and more time making our communities safe again. I'm running to restore our city, put Chicagoans first, and make every neighborhood safe, prosperous, and accountable once again. Danielle Carter-Walters for Mayor 2027 Chicagoans First #daniellecarterwaltersformayor2027 #commonsensecarter #dunbarhighschoolreunion

Danielle Carter-Walters

14,379 views • 2 months ago

This #MothersDay became the most unforgettable one for me ❤️ My daughter #AnshuRojaSelvamani graduated with Highest Distinction from Indiana University IU Bloomington with a Bachelor of Science degree in Computer Science Honors. She also brought immense pride to our family and to India by receiving the Herman B Wells Distinguished Senior Award from Indiana University, becoming the first Indian student to achieve this honor. 🇮🇳🏆 During her time at the university, she received several prestigious recognitions including the Maureen Biggers Leadership Award for Equity and Technology, Outstanding Student Leader CEW&T 2026, the Luddy Academic Excellence Award, multiple Dean’s List honors, and recognition as a Founders Scholar among others. No gift can be greater for a mother than seeing her child reach such heights through hard work, dedication, and values. Thank you.. my little girl for making this Mother’s Day so emotional and special. A proud mother today… forever grateful. ❤️🫶🥰 #MothersDay2026 #ProudMother #IndianAchievement #IndianaUniversity #WomenInEducation
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This #MothersDay became the most unforgettable one for me ❤️ My daughter #AnshuRojaSelvamani graduated with Highest Distinction from Indiana University IU Bloomington with a Bachelor of Science degree in Computer Science Honors. She also brought immense pride to our family and to India by receiving the Herman B Wells Distinguished Senior Award from Indiana University, becoming the first Indian student to achieve this honor. 🇮🇳🏆 During her time at the university, she received several prestigious recognitions including the Maureen Biggers Leadership Award for Equity and Technology, Outstanding Student Leader CEW&T 2026, the Luddy Academic Excellence Award, multiple Dean’s List honors, and recognition as a Founders Scholar among others. No gift can be greater for a mother than seeing her child reach such heights through hard work, dedication, and values. Thank you.. my little girl for making this Mother’s Day so emotional and special. A proud mother today… forever grateful. ❤️🫶🥰 #MothersDay2026 #ProudMother #IndianAchievement #IndianaUniversity #WomenInEducation

Roja Selvamani

201,165 views • 3 months ago

Well am not surprised, before I travelled with Gyan to US , armed police’s men stormed my house with one guy who is claiming that small part of my land i have built on since 2014 which my family is residing in at east airport belongs to him so one officer called Malaika of Ghana Police Service Suveillance Unit has deployed his men who pointed GUNS at me in front of my HOUSE after I parked my car , asked me “ what am I doing in front of my house “ ?? The case is reported at Regional Police Commander BUT MALAIKA & his MEN are still PROTECTING the “ SO CALLED “ New owner and his land guard to develop on my land as we speak in my absence !! I don’t know what the Ghana Police Service became Land Guards for land grabbers !! I HAVE SINCE REPORTED IT TO CID COMMISSIONER and Malaika Boss DCOP Teye . Am told my opponent is still developing the land in my absence as the police is yet to come out with the final investigation to advise the two parties . Imagine me Sammy Anim receiving this treatment, what about those vulnerable in Society and especially those in the diaspora, no wonder there are a lot of land guard activities in Accra !
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Well am not surprised, before I travelled with Gyan to US , armed police’s men stormed my house with one guy who is claiming that small part of my land i have built on since 2014 which my family is residing in at east airport belongs to him so one officer called Malaika of Ghana Police Service Suveillance Unit has deployed his men who pointed GUNS at me in front of my HOUSE after I parked my car , asked me “ what am I doing in front of my house “ ?? The case is reported at Regional Police Commander BUT MALAIKA & his MEN are still PROTECTING the “ SO CALLED “ New owner and his land guard to develop on my land as we speak in my absence !! I don’t know what the Ghana Police Service became Land Guards for land grabbers !! I HAVE SINCE REPORTED IT TO CID COMMISSIONER and Malaika Boss DCOP Teye . Am told my opponent is still developing the land in my absence as the police is yet to come out with the final investigation to advise the two parties . Imagine me Sammy Anim receiving this treatment, what about those vulnerable in Society and especially those in the diaspora, no wonder there are a lot of land guard activities in Accra !

Sammy Anim Addo

22,945 views • 5 months ago

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

SiriusB

15,437 views • 4 months ago

WATCH | This is the State of the Roads in Gokwe Centre, A ZANU PF Stronghold .By Munyaradzi Zuzude, Political News Editor – Third Eye News Gokwe Centre, long regarded as one of ZANU PF’s most loyal political bastions, is now drawing attention for all the wrong reasons. The footage we’ve received paints a sobering picture: crumbling tarmac, impassable potholes, and dust-laden detours that speak volumes about the state of infrastructure in this rural hub.For a constituency that has consistently delivered overwhelming electoral support to the ruling party, the condition of its roads raises uncomfortable questions. Where is the return on loyalty? What happened to the promises of development, devolution, and rural transformation? Residents navigating these roads daily Farmers, Teachers, schoolchildren, and health workers are not asking for miracles. They are asking for basic infrastructure, for dignity, and for the fulfilment of pledges made at every campaign rally.This is not just a local issue. It is a national one. Gokwe’s roads are a mirror reflecting the broader disconnect between political rhetoric and lived reality. And if a stronghold like Gokwe is in this state, what does that say about areas with less political capital? As we head into 2026, the message from Gokwe is clear loyalty must be met with delivery. Anything less is betrayal dressed in party colours. Third Eye News — We See Through the Spin.
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WATCH | This is the State of the Roads in Gokwe Centre, A ZANU PF Stronghold .By Munyaradzi Zuzude, Political News Editor – Third Eye News Gokwe Centre, long regarded as one of ZANU PF’s most loyal political bastions, is now drawing attention for all the wrong reasons. The footage we’ve received paints a sobering picture: crumbling tarmac, impassable potholes, and dust-laden detours that speak volumes about the state of infrastructure in this rural hub.For a constituency that has consistently delivered overwhelming electoral support to the ruling party, the condition of its roads raises uncomfortable questions. Where is the return on loyalty? What happened to the promises of development, devolution, and rural transformation? Residents navigating these roads daily Farmers, Teachers, schoolchildren, and health workers are not asking for miracles. They are asking for basic infrastructure, for dignity, and for the fulfilment of pledges made at every campaign rally.This is not just a local issue. It is a national one. Gokwe’s roads are a mirror reflecting the broader disconnect between political rhetoric and lived reality. And if a stronghold like Gokwe is in this state, what does that say about areas with less political capital? As we head into 2026, the message from Gokwe is clear loyalty must be met with delivery. Anything less is betrayal dressed in party colours. Third Eye News — We See Through the Spin.

Zimbabwe Third Eye News🇿🇼 👁

12,514 views • 8 months ago

ILORIN, KWARA: On Sunday night, March 29, Naija Confra reported that a policeman had been k**led at Centre Igboro, Kwara State. That report was accurate, and the policeman was later identified as Olarenwaju or Lanre, alias Officer Banana. The Aye (NBM) cult group claimed responsibility for the attack, stating it was retaliation for the k**ling of an Aye number 1 man in Ilorin, named Ahmed Muse, by the police on March 6, which was reported by Naija Confra. During our investigation, we also discovered that the policeman, Olarenwaju, was an Eiye (ACN) member, and both Aye and Eiye have been clashing for some time in Ilorin. Eyewitnesses stated that the attackers, who were about 3 in number, came in a tricycle (keke), sh0t and k**led the policeman in the presence of his mother. He tried to run, but they made sure he did not survive the attack. While the Kwara State Police Command and the Commissioner of Police, Akimi Ojo, are doing their best to keep Kwara State safe, this should be a wake-up call to all police commands, not just Kwara State. If you do not deal with cultism decisively, the violence will surely reach your doorstep. Naija Confra has repeatedly sounded this warning, and it is now happening. Residents have long complained about cult-related issues in Ilorin, especially in areas like Emir’s Road, Post Office, Ile Film, Gambari, and Centre Igboro, where the policeman was recently k**led. We hope authorities begin to take our reports seriously and do more to keep communities safe. Reject Cultism.
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ILORIN, KWARA: On Sunday night, March 29, Naija Confra reported that a policeman had been k**led at Centre Igboro, Kwara State. That report was accurate, and the policeman was later identified as Olarenwaju or Lanre, alias Officer Banana. The Aye (NBM) cult group claimed responsibility for the attack, stating it was retaliation for the k**ling of an Aye number 1 man in Ilorin, named Ahmed Muse, by the police on March 6, which was reported by Naija Confra. During our investigation, we also discovered that the policeman, Olarenwaju, was an Eiye (ACN) member, and both Aye and Eiye have been clashing for some time in Ilorin. Eyewitnesses stated that the attackers, who were about 3 in number, came in a tricycle (keke), sh0t and k**led the policeman in the presence of his mother. He tried to run, but they made sure he did not survive the attack. While the Kwara State Police Command and the Commissioner of Police, Akimi Ojo, are doing their best to keep Kwara State safe, this should be a wake-up call to all police commands, not just Kwara State. If you do not deal with cultism decisively, the violence will surely reach your doorstep. Naija Confra has repeatedly sounded this warning, and it is now happening. Residents have long complained about cult-related issues in Ilorin, especially in areas like Emir’s Road, Post Office, Ile Film, Gambari, and Centre Igboro, where the policeman was recently k**led. We hope authorities begin to take our reports seriously and do more to keep communities safe. Reject Cultism.

Naija Confra

36,080 views • 5 months ago

பாரத சாரண சாரணியர் இயக்கத்தின் உயரிய விருதான “வெள்ளி யானை” விருது பெற்றோம். எனக்கு வழிகாட்டிய மாண்புமிகு தமிழ்நாடு முதலமைச்சர் திரு. M.K.Stalin அவர்களுக்கே இந்த விருதின் பெருமை சாரும்! நமது சாதனை முயற்சிகளுக்கெல்லாம் ஊக்கமளித்து ஆலோசனை வழங்கும் மாண்புமிகு தமிழ்நாடு துணை முதலமைச்சர் Udhay அவர்களுக்கு மனமார்ந்த நன்றியைத் தெரிவித்துக்கொள்கிறோம். #BSG வைரவிழா & முத்தமிழறிஞர் கலைஞர் நூற்றாண்டு பெருந்திரள் பேரணியைத் திருச்சியில் இந்தியாவே வியக்கும்படி நடத்தி முடித்திட தமிழ்நாடு சாரணர்கள் செய்திட்ட பங்களிப்பின் விளைச்சல்தான் இந்த விருது! இவ்விருதை சாரணர்களின் உழைப்பிற்கு அர்ப்பணிக்கிறேன். #SilverElephant விருது தந்துள்ள உற்சாகத்தோடு, நமது மாணவர்களின் நலனுக்கு மேலும் சிறப்பாக உழைக்க ஊக்கம் பெறுகிறேன். Honoured to receive the prestigious #SilverElephant award from the Bharat Scouts and Guides. This recognition truly belongs to our Honble Chief Minister Thiru. M.K.Stalin who has guided me at every step, and to the Honble Deputy Chief Minister Thiru. Udhay whose encouragement and counsel strengthen all our efforts. I express my sincere gratitude to both leaders. This award is a tribute to the remarkable dedication shown by Tamil Nadu Scouts & Guides in hosting the BSG Diamond Jubilee and the Muthamizharignar Kalaignar Centenary Jamboree in Tiruchirappalli, an event that won admiration from across India. I dedicate this award to the hard work and remarkable spirit of our Scouts and Guides. Inspired by this Silver Elephant honour, I am motivated to work even harder for the growth and well being of our students. Bharat Scouts and Guides, India #DiamondJubileeJamboree2025
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பாரத சாரண சாரணியர் இயக்கத்தின் உயரிய விருதான “வெள்ளி யானை” விருது பெற்றோம். எனக்கு வழிகாட்டிய மாண்புமிகு தமிழ்நாடு முதலமைச்சர் திரு. M.K.Stalin அவர்களுக்கே இந்த விருதின் பெருமை சாரும்! நமது சாதனை முயற்சிகளுக்கெல்லாம் ஊக்கமளித்து ஆலோசனை வழங்கும் மாண்புமிகு தமிழ்நாடு துணை முதலமைச்சர் Udhay அவர்களுக்கு மனமார்ந்த நன்றியைத் தெரிவித்துக்கொள்கிறோம். #BSG வைரவிழா & முத்தமிழறிஞர் கலைஞர் நூற்றாண்டு பெருந்திரள் பேரணியைத் திருச்சியில் இந்தியாவே வியக்கும்படி நடத்தி முடித்திட தமிழ்நாடு சாரணர்கள் செய்திட்ட பங்களிப்பின் விளைச்சல்தான் இந்த விருது! இவ்விருதை சாரணர்களின் உழைப்பிற்கு அர்ப்பணிக்கிறேன். #SilverElephant விருது தந்துள்ள உற்சாகத்தோடு, நமது மாணவர்களின் நலனுக்கு மேலும் சிறப்பாக உழைக்க ஊக்கம் பெறுகிறேன். Honoured to receive the prestigious #SilverElephant award from the Bharat Scouts and Guides. This recognition truly belongs to our Honble Chief Minister Thiru. M.K.Stalin who has guided me at every step, and to the Honble Deputy Chief Minister Thiru. Udhay whose encouragement and counsel strengthen all our efforts. I express my sincere gratitude to both leaders. This award is a tribute to the remarkable dedication shown by Tamil Nadu Scouts & Guides in hosting the BSG Diamond Jubilee and the Muthamizharignar Kalaignar Centenary Jamboree in Tiruchirappalli, an event that won admiration from across India. I dedicate this award to the hard work and remarkable spirit of our Scouts and Guides. Inspired by this Silver Elephant honour, I am motivated to work even harder for the growth and well being of our students. Bharat Scouts and Guides, India #DiamondJubileeJamboree2025

Dr. Anbil Mahesh

118,181 views • 9 months ago

This Kharjit caveman, known as Commander Shinia, is saying in the local language: "Kill Pakistan’s army and police." Worse, he claims that Allah Himself ordered this killing. People with this kind of thinking and ideology have caused severe damage to Islam and Pakistan. He acts as someone’s facilitator, yet still uses the name of Islam. It’s very possible he works for a foreign intelligence agency, because no Pakistani or Muslim could even think of doing what this long-haired commander is calling for, let alone act on it. Our only request is this: He is a local resident of Thor and for years has been sitting comfortably, issuing such announcements and fatwas with his group. This gang has martyred many travelers, Pakistan Army soldiers, and police officers. Sometimes they call themselves Taliban, sometimes Al-Qaeda, sometimes Fitnat-ul-Khawarij, sometimes just “commanders.” Their names and organizations keep changing, but the place and the people stay the same. It’s a strange story. We’ll just say this: Because of them, Diamer’s education, progress, peace, and stability have been destroyed. The area’s reputation is ruined, and largely because of them, Diamer suffers the highest poverty and unemployment. The time has come to eliminate them completely, in every sense. Whatever sacrifice is needed, the people of Diamer must make it and must cooperate with the government in every way. The government should also realize that these groups must be fully wiped out from Diamer to gain the trust of people. The tourism and business season has already started. By releasing videos like this, they create fear inside and outside Pakistan, blocking trade, tourism, and development. By spreading terrorism and panic on the Karakoram Highway, they want to inflict heavy damage on the nation and the country.
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This Kharjit caveman, known as Commander Shinia, is saying in the local language: "Kill Pakistan’s army and police." Worse, he claims that Allah Himself ordered this killing. People with this kind of thinking and ideology have caused severe damage to Islam and Pakistan. He acts as someone’s facilitator, yet still uses the name of Islam. It’s very possible he works for a foreign intelligence agency, because no Pakistani or Muslim could even think of doing what this long-haired commander is calling for, let alone act on it. Our only request is this: He is a local resident of Thor and for years has been sitting comfortably, issuing such announcements and fatwas with his group. This gang has martyred many travelers, Pakistan Army soldiers, and police officers. Sometimes they call themselves Taliban, sometimes Al-Qaeda, sometimes Fitnat-ul-Khawarij, sometimes just “commanders.” Their names and organizations keep changing, but the place and the people stay the same. It’s a strange story. We’ll just say this: Because of them, Diamer’s education, progress, peace, and stability have been destroyed. The area’s reputation is ruined, and largely because of them, Diamer suffers the highest poverty and unemployment. The time has come to eliminate them completely, in every sense. Whatever sacrifice is needed, the people of Diamer must make it and must cooperate with the government in every way. The government should also realize that these groups must be fully wiped out from Diamer to gain the trust of people. The tourism and business season has already started. By releasing videos like this, they create fear inside and outside Pakistan, blocking trade, tourism, and development. By spreading terrorism and panic on the Karakoram Highway, they want to inflict heavy damage on the nation and the country.

War Analyst

15,465 views • 3 months ago

Mogadishu FC had to play Kenya Police FC at Nyayo Stadium for one simple reason: Somalia does not have a certified CAF stadium. What I have seen in the recent video clips is heartbreaking. Our national flag — a symbol of pride and sacrifice — was tossed around and treated like trash by Somali supporters. That is not just an insult to Kenya; it is an insult to the very idea of respect between neighbours. It is barbaric and shameful that such behaviour. Congratulations to Kenya Police FC for the 3–1 win. But beyond the pitch, the National Police Service-Kenya must ensure that those caught desecrating our flag are arrested and made to answer for their actions. To my Somali brothers and sisters, my message is simple: Never take the kindness and patience of Kenyans for granted. For more than three decades, we sheltered you in your darkest hour, even during the rule of President Siyad Barre. Many of you passed through refugee camps in Utange (Mombasa), Dadaab, and Kakuma. Some of you went on to find new lives in the West, and many have since returned to settle in Kenya running away from western lifestyle and real threats of LGBT on your young ones. The return match is coming up this Sunday. I plead with you — behave with dignity. What was caught on that clip was neither sportsmanship nor respect. Those involved should face the full force of the law, and anyone trying to defend such disgraceful conduct shares in the guilt. Remember this truth: You may choose your actions, but you can never choose the consequences that is entirely in the hands of someone else.
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Mogadishu FC had to play Kenya Police FC at Nyayo Stadium for one simple reason: Somalia does not have a certified CAF stadium. What I have seen in the recent video clips is heartbreaking. Our national flag — a symbol of pride and sacrifice — was tossed around and treated like trash by Somali supporters. That is not just an insult to Kenya; it is an insult to the very idea of respect between neighbours. It is barbaric and shameful that such behaviour. Congratulations to Kenya Police FC for the 3–1 win. But beyond the pitch, the National Police Service-Kenya must ensure that those caught desecrating our flag are arrested and made to answer for their actions. To my Somali brothers and sisters, my message is simple: Never take the kindness and patience of Kenyans for granted. For more than three decades, we sheltered you in your darkest hour, even during the rule of President Siyad Barre. Many of you passed through refugee camps in Utange (Mombasa), Dadaab, and Kakuma. Some of you went on to find new lives in the West, and many have since returned to settle in Kenya running away from western lifestyle and real threats of LGBT on your young ones. The return match is coming up this Sunday. I plead with you — behave with dignity. What was caught on that clip was neither sportsmanship nor respect. Those involved should face the full force of the law, and anyone trying to defend such disgraceful conduct shares in the guilt. Remember this truth: You may choose your actions, but you can never choose the consequences that is entirely in the hands of someone else.

Mohammed Hersi : Mr Optimist

575,626 views • 11 months ago

Michael Garrett - NC Senate's Viral Statement on the Bad Bunny Halftime Show “I watched #BadBunny deliver the most American halftime show I have ever seen. Then I came home and watched it again. And I am not okay. In the best possible way. He sang every single word in Spanish. Every. Single. Word. He danced through sugarcane fields built on a football field in California while the President of the United States sat somewhere calling it “disgusting.” Lady Gaga came out and did the salsa. Ricky Martin lit up the night. A couple got married on the field. He handed his Grammy, the one he won eight days ago for Album of the Year, to a little boy who looked up at him the way every child looks up when they dare to believe the world has a place for them. And then this man, this son of a truck driver and a schoolteacher from Vega Baja, Puerto Rico, stood on the biggest stage on the planet and said “God bless America.” And then he started naming them. Chile. Argentina. Uruguay. Paraguay. Bolivia. Peru. Ecuador. Brazil. Colombia. Venezuela. Panama. Costa Rica. Nicaragua. Honduras. El Salvador. Guatemala. Mexico. Cuba. Dominican Republic. Jamaica. The United States. Canada. And then, his voice breaking with everything he carries, “Mi patria, Puerto Rico. Seguimos aquí.” My homeland, Puerto Rico. We are still here. The flags came. Every single one of them. Carried across that field by dancers and musicians while the jumbotron lit up with the only words that mattered: “THE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE.” I teared up. I’m not ashamed to say it. I sat on my couch and I wept because THAT is the America I believe in. That is the American story, not the sanitized, gated, English-only version that small and frightened people try to sell us. The REAL one. The messy, beautiful, multilingual, multicolored, courageous one. The one that has always been built by hands that speak every language and pray in every tongue and come from every corner of this hemisphere. That is the America I want Jack and Charlotte to know. That when the moment came, when the whole world was watching, a Puerto Rican kid who grew up to become the most-streamed artist on Earth stood in front of 100 million people, sang in his mother’s language, blessed every nation in the Americas, and spiked a football that read “Together, we are America” into the ground. Not with anger. With joy. With love so big it made hate look exactly as small as it is. And what did the President do? He called it “absolutely terrible.” He said “nobody understands a word this guy is saying.” He called it “a slap in the face to our Country.” The leader of the free world watched a celebration of love, culture, and everything this hemisphere has given to the world, and all he could see was something foreign. Something threatening. Something disgusting. Let that sink into your bones. The man who is supposed to represent all of us looked at the flags of our neighbors, heard the language of 500 million #Americans across this hemisphere, and felt attacked. That’s not strength. That’s not patriotism. That is poverty of the soul. Here’s what I want to say to everyone who posted about that show tonight, who shared it proudly, who turned away from Bad Bunny’s celebration because it was in Spanish and the flags weren’t only red, white, and blue: Your children will see those posts. Your grandchildren will find them. The internet doesn’t forget. And one day, when the history of this moment is written, when our kids and their kids look back at 2026 the way we look back at the people who stood on the wrong side of every bridge and every march and every moment that mattered, they will know exactly where you stood. They will see who chose Kid Rock over a hemisphere of flags. They will see who called love “disgusting.” And they will carry that knowledge the way all of us carry the knowledge of what our ancestors did when they were tested. The only thing more powerful than hate is love”
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Michael Garrett - NC Senate's Viral Statement on the Bad Bunny Halftime Show “I watched #BadBunny deliver the most American halftime show I have ever seen. Then I came home and watched it again. And I am not okay. In the best possible way. He sang every single word in Spanish. Every. Single. Word. He danced through sugarcane fields built on a football field in California while the President of the United States sat somewhere calling it “disgusting.” Lady Gaga came out and did the salsa. Ricky Martin lit up the night. A couple got married on the field. He handed his Grammy, the one he won eight days ago for Album of the Year, to a little boy who looked up at him the way every child looks up when they dare to believe the world has a place for them. And then this man, this son of a truck driver and a schoolteacher from Vega Baja, Puerto Rico, stood on the biggest stage on the planet and said “God bless America.” And then he started naming them. Chile. Argentina. Uruguay. Paraguay. Bolivia. Peru. Ecuador. Brazil. Colombia. Venezuela. Panama. Costa Rica. Nicaragua. Honduras. El Salvador. Guatemala. Mexico. Cuba. Dominican Republic. Jamaica. The United States. Canada. And then, his voice breaking with everything he carries, “Mi patria, Puerto Rico. Seguimos aquí.” My homeland, Puerto Rico. We are still here. The flags came. Every single one of them. Carried across that field by dancers and musicians while the jumbotron lit up with the only words that mattered: “THE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE.” I teared up. I’m not ashamed to say it. I sat on my couch and I wept because THAT is the America I believe in. That is the American story, not the sanitized, gated, English-only version that small and frightened people try to sell us. The REAL one. The messy, beautiful, multilingual, multicolored, courageous one. The one that has always been built by hands that speak every language and pray in every tongue and come from every corner of this hemisphere. That is the America I want Jack and Charlotte to know. That when the moment came, when the whole world was watching, a Puerto Rican kid who grew up to become the most-streamed artist on Earth stood in front of 100 million people, sang in his mother’s language, blessed every nation in the Americas, and spiked a football that read “Together, we are America” into the ground. Not with anger. With joy. With love so big it made hate look exactly as small as it is. And what did the President do? He called it “absolutely terrible.” He said “nobody understands a word this guy is saying.” He called it “a slap in the face to our Country.” The leader of the free world watched a celebration of love, culture, and everything this hemisphere has given to the world, and all he could see was something foreign. Something threatening. Something disgusting. Let that sink into your bones. The man who is supposed to represent all of us looked at the flags of our neighbors, heard the language of 500 million #Americans across this hemisphere, and felt attacked. That’s not strength. That’s not patriotism. That is poverty of the soul. Here’s what I want to say to everyone who posted about that show tonight, who shared it proudly, who turned away from Bad Bunny’s celebration because it was in Spanish and the flags weren’t only red, white, and blue: Your children will see those posts. Your grandchildren will find them. The internet doesn’t forget. And one day, when the history of this moment is written, when our kids and their kids look back at 2026 the way we look back at the people who stood on the wrong side of every bridge and every march and every moment that mattered, they will know exactly where you stood. They will see who chose Kid Rock over a hemisphere of flags. They will see who called love “disgusting.” And they will carry that knowledge the way all of us carry the knowledge of what our ancestors did when they were tested. The only thing more powerful than hate is love”

Ethical American

252,837 views • 6 months ago