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Shocking development, 🇮🇳INDIA just dropped a Nuclear Bomb on 🇨🇳China’s RARE EARTH EMPIRE !​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ 🇨🇳China: “India, you’re finished! We own 94% of rare earth magnets. One ban and your EVs are DEAD! 🇮🇳India: “Wrong! Our tiny $5M startup just invented a crazy motor with ZERO rare earths! Pure software...

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🚨 BIG: An 🇮🇳 Indian startup may have achieved what global automakers have been working on for years. It could also help reduce the EV industry's dependence on 🇨🇳 China's rare earth magnet supply chain. Bengaluru-based Vimag Labs has secured a patent for a rare earth-free electric motor platform that replaces permanent magnets with software-controlled magnetic fields. If successfully commercialised, the technology could reduce the EV industry's dependence on Chinese rare earth supplies.
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🚨 BIG: An 🇮🇳 Indian startup may have achieved what global automakers have been working on for years. It could also help reduce the EV industry's dependence on 🇨🇳 China's rare earth magnet supply chain. Bengaluru-based Vimag Labs has secured a patent for a rare earth-free electric motor platform that replaces permanent magnets with software-controlled magnetic fields. If successfully commercialised, the technology could reduce the EV industry's dependence on Chinese rare earth supplies.

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🇨🇳 China: This is over… We just restricted the export of rare earth metals and graphite! Your battery production is officially paralyzed! 🇯🇵 Japan: Sips matcha 🍵 That’s cute… but our new vehicles are rolling off the assembly line right now. 🇨🇳 China: IMPOSSIBLE! You have no raw materials! Your supply chains are starved! 🇯🇵 Japan: Solid-state batteries, my friend. We replaced your rare minerals with next-gen tech that charges in 10 minutes and uses materials we can source easily. Your "mineral monopoly" is basically just a paperweight now. 🇨🇳 China: Frantically checks patents 📉 (Context: Japan's automotive industry aggressively pushing solid-state battery technology to bypass traditional lithium and rare-earth supply bottlenecks.)
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🇨🇳 China: This is over… We just restricted the export of rare earth metals and graphite! Your battery production is officially paralyzed! 🇯🇵 Japan: Sips matcha 🍵 That’s cute… but our new vehicles are rolling off the assembly line right now. 🇨🇳 China: IMPOSSIBLE! You have no raw materials! Your supply chains are starved! 🇯🇵 Japan: Solid-state batteries, my friend. We replaced your rare minerals with next-gen tech that charges in 10 minutes and uses materials we can source easily. Your "mineral monopoly" is basically just a paperweight now. 🇨🇳 China: Frantically checks patents 📉 (Context: Japan's automotive industry aggressively pushing solid-state battery technology to bypass traditional lithium and rare-earth supply bottlenecks.)

US Army

1,374,981 views • 19 days ago

Massive power shift happening right now 🔥 🇨🇳 China: "We control 80% of global rare-earth processing. Any country stepping out of line will face export restrictions." 🇦🇺 Australia: "Try us. We hold the raw reserves. We’re fast-tracking domestic refining and supply deals with Japan, India, and Europe. No single nation holds a monopoly on our future." 🔥🔥 Basically, Australia is breaking the supply chain monopoly 💪
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Massive power shift happening right now 🔥 🇨🇳 China: "We control 80% of global rare-earth processing. Any country stepping out of line will face export restrictions." 🇦🇺 Australia: "Try us. We hold the raw reserves. We’re fast-tracking domestic refining and supply deals with Japan, India, and Europe. No single nation holds a monopoly on our future." 🔥🔥 Basically, Australia is breaking the supply chain monopoly 💪

Us_militryPower

498,282 views • 28 days ago

“India only has a problem with one neighbouring country. And that country was born out of India. But there are many people standing behind that country and creating problems," says RSS General Secretary Hosabale in America Very interesting claim. Except India’s problems are not limited to one neighbour. Bangladesh 🇧🇩 has had disputes with India 🇮🇳 over border killings, water sharing, and political interference. Nepal 🇳🇵 has repeatedly clashed with India 🇮🇳 over blockades, maps, and sovereignty concerns. Maldives 🇲🇻 has openly pushed back against Indian political and military overreach. China 🇨🇳 has an active military confrontation with India 🇮🇳 on the border. And Pakistan 🇵🇰 is hardly the exception India 🇮🇳 pretends it is. As for the “born out of India 🇮🇳 ” line, that is historically lazy and politically dishonest. Neither India 🇮🇳 nor Pakistan 🇵🇰 was “born out of” the other. Both emerged from the partition of British India in 1947. They were successor states, not parent and child. So no, this is not history. It is just a sloppy attempt to dress political arrogance as civilizational wisdom.…
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“India only has a problem with one neighbouring country. And that country was born out of India. But there are many people standing behind that country and creating problems," says RSS General Secretary Hosabale in America Very interesting claim. Except India’s problems are not limited to one neighbour. Bangladesh 🇧🇩 has had disputes with India 🇮🇳 over border killings, water sharing, and political interference. Nepal 🇳🇵 has repeatedly clashed with India 🇮🇳 over blockades, maps, and sovereignty concerns. Maldives 🇲🇻 has openly pushed back against Indian political and military overreach. China 🇨🇳 has an active military confrontation with India 🇮🇳 on the border. And Pakistan 🇵🇰 is hardly the exception India 🇮🇳 pretends it is. As for the “born out of India 🇮🇳 ” line, that is historically lazy and politically dishonest. Neither India 🇮🇳 nor Pakistan 🇵🇰 was “born out of” the other. Both emerged from the partition of British India in 1947. They were successor states, not parent and child. So no, this is not history. It is just a sloppy attempt to dress political arrogance as civilizational wisdom.…

SadiaSattar

52,663 views • 3 months ago

🇨🇳🇮🇱🇮🇷 China didn’t pick a side in the Iran war, it picked both. The magnets inside Israel’s Arrow interceptors are Chinese-processed rare earths, while the navigation system guiding Iran’s Fattah-2 missiles is also from China. According to the Australian Strategic Policy Institute, nearly every major U.S-aligned interceptor system, Patriot, THAAD, Arrow, David’s Sling, relies on Chinese rare earth processing for the magnets that make guidance, steering, and targeting possible. No magnets, no interception, and right now, there is no backup plan. China controls roughly 90% of the rare earth supply chain. The U.S imports 100% of its finished magnets. To match that with domestic production will take a decade, minimum. Iran’s arsenal, Fattah-2, Emad, Kheibar Shekan, even Shahed drones, leans heavily on Chinese inputs: satellite navigation via BeiDou, propellants, electronics, and components. Add Russian and Chinese satellite imagery, and you get targeting precision layered on top of supply dependence. Why this matters: Both sides are burning through their stockpiles. Israel has already expended a significant share of its Arrow and David’s Sling interceptors. Iran is launching barrages that are equally finite, especially as production sites get hit with airstrikes. And every launch, defensive or offensive, tightens their dependency on China.
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🇨🇳🇮🇱🇮🇷 China didn’t pick a side in the Iran war, it picked both. The magnets inside Israel’s Arrow interceptors are Chinese-processed rare earths, while the navigation system guiding Iran’s Fattah-2 missiles is also from China. According to the Australian Strategic Policy Institute, nearly every major U.S-aligned interceptor system, Patriot, THAAD, Arrow, David’s Sling, relies on Chinese rare earth processing for the magnets that make guidance, steering, and targeting possible. No magnets, no interception, and right now, there is no backup plan. China controls roughly 90% of the rare earth supply chain. The U.S imports 100% of its finished magnets. To match that with domestic production will take a decade, minimum. Iran’s arsenal, Fattah-2, Emad, Kheibar Shekan, even Shahed drones, leans heavily on Chinese inputs: satellite navigation via BeiDou, propellants, electronics, and components. Add Russian and Chinese satellite imagery, and you get targeting precision layered on top of supply dependence. Why this matters: Both sides are burning through their stockpiles. Israel has already expended a significant share of its Arrow and David’s Sling interceptors. Iran is launching barrages that are equally finite, especially as production sites get hit with airstrikes. And every launch, defensive or offensive, tightens their dependency on China.

Mario Nawfal

465,189 views • 4 months ago

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The Sacred Scroll

52,833 views • 7 months ago

The next iPhone will cost more, and the reason has almost nothing to do with Apple. The chip that stores your photos cost Apple about 13 dollars last year. This year it runs around 51. Multiply that across every phone, laptop, and console on earth, and you are looking at the first consumer bill for the AI boom, arriving in the pocket of someone who never asked for it. Tim Cook, who has run Apple's supply chain for forty years, called it a hundred-year flood, something he has never seen. Memory prices have quadrupled in places. The cause is brutally simple. AI data centers are now expected to swallow roughly 70 percent of the world's memory production this year. Seven chips in ten go to server farms. Phones, cars, and laptops fight over the three that are left. This is one force wearing two faces. The same AI demand making the device in your hand more expensive is minting record fortunes for the handful of companies that feed it. Memory makers in Seoul just hit all-time highs in the same week Apple warned you to brace for higher prices. The shortage and the windfall are the identical event, seen from opposite ends. Then comes the part almost no one traces all the way down. Beneath the chips sit rare earth minerals, and one country controls them. China processes around 90 percent of the world's rare earths and makes roughly 94 percent of the high-performance magnets that spin inside every fab and cooling system. The polishing compound that finishes a wafer, the magnets in the machines that build it, run through Beijing. And through 2025, China has been turning that grip into leverage, licensing what leaves. So the chain is complete. AI wants memory, memory needs minerals, and the minerals answer to one government. The price of your phone is now a foreign policy.
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The next iPhone will cost more, and the reason has almost nothing to do with Apple. The chip that stores your photos cost Apple about 13 dollars last year. This year it runs around 51. Multiply that across every phone, laptop, and console on earth, and you are looking at the first consumer bill for the AI boom, arriving in the pocket of someone who never asked for it. Tim Cook, who has run Apple's supply chain for forty years, called it a hundred-year flood, something he has never seen. Memory prices have quadrupled in places. The cause is brutally simple. AI data centers are now expected to swallow roughly 70 percent of the world's memory production this year. Seven chips in ten go to server farms. Phones, cars, and laptops fight over the three that are left. This is one force wearing two faces. The same AI demand making the device in your hand more expensive is minting record fortunes for the handful of companies that feed it. Memory makers in Seoul just hit all-time highs in the same week Apple warned you to brace for higher prices. The shortage and the windfall are the identical event, seen from opposite ends. Then comes the part almost no one traces all the way down. Beneath the chips sit rare earth minerals, and one country controls them. China processes around 90 percent of the world's rare earths and makes roughly 94 percent of the high-performance magnets that spin inside every fab and cooling system. The polishing compound that finishes a wafer, the magnets in the machines that build it, run through Beijing. And through 2025, China has been turning that grip into leverage, licensing what leaves. So the chain is complete. AI wants memory, memory needs minerals, and the minerals answer to one government. The price of your phone is now a foreign policy.

Shanaka Anslem Perera ⚡

58,900 views • 1 month ago

> be Navneet Dalal > spawn in Chandigarh, India > do your engineering degree at NSIT, Delhi > grind two years in Indian software firms > get bored, fly to France > do a PhD on a problem most people call unsolvable > "teach a machine to find a human being in an image" > don't just improve the state of the art > beat it by 100 to 1000x > publish it in 2005 > call it Histograms of Oriented Gradients > watch it become THE standard for a decade > 25,000+ citations > every pedestrian-detection system on earth ends up running your work > a car brakes for someone in a crosswalk? that's your math > ...this is still just the PhD > not enough > co-found a webcam startup that reads hand gestures, 2011, no cloud, runs on the device > Apple names it App of the Year > rank #1 in 72 countries > Google tests it against their OWN algorithms > yours wins > Google buys the whole company for $40M > go run the vision behind Nest's cameras > installed in millions of homes > ...you are now, by any measure, at the top of the entire field > could name your price at any AI lab on earth > the man who built the iPod personally tells you not to do your next idea > do it anyway > disappear into 9 years on the single unsexiest machine in the house > refuse the LiDAR crutch everyone else bolts on > teach a robot to see a cluttered home the way your paper taught cars to see people > sock, cable, dog, spill, all understood, all handled, in real time > run all of it on a chip inside the robot so nothing ever leaves the house > ship Matic > WIRED 10/10. Benioff buys one. > everyone in AI is racing to build a mind > you spent 9 years on the quieter, harder thing > a machine that truly sees a living room > "he lost it" → "he saw it first"
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> be Navneet Dalal > spawn in Chandigarh, India > do your engineering degree at NSIT, Delhi > grind two years in Indian software firms > get bored, fly to France > do a PhD on a problem most people call unsolvable > "teach a machine to find a human being in an image" > don't just improve the state of the art > beat it by 100 to 1000x > publish it in 2005 > call it Histograms of Oriented Gradients > watch it become THE standard for a decade > 25,000+ citations > every pedestrian-detection system on earth ends up running your work > a car brakes for someone in a crosswalk? that's your math > ...this is still just the PhD > not enough > co-found a webcam startup that reads hand gestures, 2011, no cloud, runs on the device > Apple names it App of the Year > rank #1 in 72 countries > Google tests it against their OWN algorithms > yours wins > Google buys the whole company for $40M > go run the vision behind Nest's cameras > installed in millions of homes > ...you are now, by any measure, at the top of the entire field > could name your price at any AI lab on earth > the man who built the iPod personally tells you not to do your next idea > do it anyway > disappear into 9 years on the single unsexiest machine in the house > refuse the LiDAR crutch everyone else bolts on > teach a robot to see a cluttered home the way your paper taught cars to see people > sock, cable, dog, spill, all understood, all handled, in real time > run all of it on a chip inside the robot so nothing ever leaves the house > ship Matic > WIRED 10/10. Benioff buys one. > everyone in AI is racing to build a mind > you spent 9 years on the quieter, harder thing > a machine that truly sees a living room > "he lost it" → "he saw it first"

Kritarth Mittal | Soshals

95,854 views • 3 days ago

The situation at the forest department nursery in Vadgaon Sawtal, Ahilyanagar, is a heartbreak that cannot be ignored. For over three months, 21 leopards have been confined to cramped, suffocating cages. These majestic animals are in a dying state. Due to the extreme heat, foul smells, and constant congestion, they are hitting the bars in distress, causing themselves further injury. Two leopards have already died, and another is currently fading away. Our heritage teaches us "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam" the world is one family. This sacred philosophy does not just apply to humans; it encompasses every living soul. When we imprison these creatures in such inhumane conditions, we are failing our role as guardians of this global family. To ignore their suffering is to ignore a part of ourselves. The Reality on the Ground: 3 Months of imprisonment in nursery cages. Zero Movement due to cramped, inadequate spacing. Rising Temperatures making hot cages a death trap. These leopards deserve dignity and relocation to a proper facility, not a slow death in a cage. We cannot stay silent while our wildlife is treated with such neglect. We call upon the authorities to intervene immediately before more lives are lost. Maha Forest Official PETA PETAindia CMO Maharashtra PMO India गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India Wildlife SOS MoEF&CC President of India Priyanka Chaturvedi🇮🇳 Renuka Chowdhury Dilthi Gujarati
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The situation at the forest department nursery in Vadgaon Sawtal, Ahilyanagar, is a heartbreak that cannot be ignored. For over three months, 21 leopards have been confined to cramped, suffocating cages. These majestic animals are in a dying state. Due to the extreme heat, foul smells, and constant congestion, they are hitting the bars in distress, causing themselves further injury. Two leopards have already died, and another is currently fading away. Our heritage teaches us "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam" the world is one family. This sacred philosophy does not just apply to humans; it encompasses every living soul. When we imprison these creatures in such inhumane conditions, we are failing our role as guardians of this global family. To ignore their suffering is to ignore a part of ourselves. The Reality on the Ground: 3 Months of imprisonment in nursery cages. Zero Movement due to cramped, inadequate spacing. Rising Temperatures making hot cages a death trap. These leopards deserve dignity and relocation to a proper facility, not a slow death in a cage. We cannot stay silent while our wildlife is treated with such neglect. We call upon the authorities to intervene immediately before more lives are lost. Maha Forest Official PETA PETAindia CMO Maharashtra PMO India गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India Wildlife SOS MoEF&CC President of India Priyanka Chaturvedi🇮🇳 Renuka Chowdhury Dilthi Gujarati

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27,742 views • 5 months ago

showing the tattoo to P'Faye and our experience of meeting Faye Malisorn 🌻🤍 Vietnam will always hold a special place in our heart Because it gave us chance to meet you 🌻our promise to you is not just a line, it’s a truth that lives within us, just like the words tattooed on my skin-"I promise not to go, if you promise to stay".Meeting you felt like being surrounded by the purest form of love gentle, genuine, and full of light. Being around you was like embracing in warmth and calm. Your aura is something so rare, so positive. It’s healing in the softest, most powerful way. When I was leaving, you said, “Can’t wait to see you again.” and those words, I am gonna take in my heart, Don’t worry… we will be back soon — to once again surround ourself with all the love, strength, and kindness that lives within you. You inspire us endlessly not just with your beauty, which radiates far beyond your face, but with the depth of your heart. I’m so incredibly proud of who you are. You’ve taught us how to hold our head high even in life’s darkest moments, and how to keep gratitude alive in our heart no matter the storm. Meeting you has been an honor beyond words a golden soul with unshakable integrity, the courage to stand against what’s wrong, and a heart that never breaks a promise. I promise to be here for you no matter what🌻Until we meet again, I’m sending you all the blessings in the universe. With all our love, from India to you 🇮🇳 🌻 LOVE LETTER TO PERAYA #Faye1stFMinHCMC #FayePeraya #ฝ้ายพีรญา
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showing the tattoo to P'Faye and our experience of meeting Faye Malisorn 🌻🤍 Vietnam will always hold a special place in our heart Because it gave us chance to meet you 🌻our promise to you is not just a line, it’s a truth that lives within us, just like the words tattooed on my skin-"I promise not to go, if you promise to stay".Meeting you felt like being surrounded by the purest form of love gentle, genuine, and full of light. Being around you was like embracing in warmth and calm. Your aura is something so rare, so positive. It’s healing in the softest, most powerful way. When I was leaving, you said, “Can’t wait to see you again.” and those words, I am gonna take in my heart, Don’t worry… we will be back soon — to once again surround ourself with all the love, strength, and kindness that lives within you. You inspire us endlessly not just with your beauty, which radiates far beyond your face, but with the depth of your heart. I’m so incredibly proud of who you are. You’ve taught us how to hold our head high even in life’s darkest moments, and how to keep gratitude alive in our heart no matter the storm. Meeting you has been an honor beyond words a golden soul with unshakable integrity, the courage to stand against what’s wrong, and a heart that never breaks a promise. I promise to be here for you no matter what🌻Until we meet again, I’m sending you all the blessings in the universe. With all our love, from India to you 🇮🇳 🌻 LOVE LETTER TO PERAYA #Faye1stFMinHCMC #FayePeraya #ฝ้ายพีรญา

𝐅𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 🇮🇳

26,676 views • 1 year ago

🇮🇳 & Cavemen Misconceptions Before Conflict: Public Support India believed that Pakistan’s polarized environment would prevent its people from supporting their armed forces. They were proven wrong when the Pakistani nation united resolutely against India. The Taliban assumed they could leverage the "Islamic biradar card" to avoid Pakistan’s retaliation. However, fed up with terrorism, the Pakistani people overwhelmingly supported action against terrorists. International Support India assumed years of diplomatic posturing, amplified by Jaishankar’s laser eyes moments, would rally global support and isolate Pakistan. They failed miserably on the diplomatic front. Afghanistan expected China and Russia to come to their rescue, but the international community had largely abandoned them, urging compliance with the Doha Agreement. Propaganda Warfare India believed its vast media apparatus would dominate the international narrative. Instead, they became a laughingstock after falsely claiming to destroy Lahore’s nonexistent seaport, losing credibility both globally and domestically. Afghan accounts, backed by Indian support, thought fake news and emotional propaganda would incite panic in Pakistan. Their efforts backfired, exposing and embarrassing them. Military Response India, clinging to the delusions of 2019, believed a border would shield their jets and limit the conflict to an aerial skirmish. They were stunned when seven Indian jets were shot down deep in their territory, showcasing Pakistan’s military resolve and shocking the world. Afghanistan assumed their sleeper cells and guerrilla tactics would keep Pakistan on the defensive without retaliation. Pakistan disproved this by striking Kabul twice in one week with its air force, with more actions likely to follow. Superiority Complex One important aspect to add in this is the strange superiority complex both these countries cling onto, one sees itself as a global superpower, while the other boasts of defeating superpowers. Each is trapped in its own delusions, and Pakistan has taken the responsibility to bring them back to reality. Current Threats Now, both India and Afghanistan think they can pressure Pakistan with threats of water disputes, terrorism, or political unrest. To them, I offer this quote: "Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself."
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🇮🇳 & Cavemen Misconceptions Before Conflict: Public Support India believed that Pakistan’s polarized environment would prevent its people from supporting their armed forces. They were proven wrong when the Pakistani nation united resolutely against India. The Taliban assumed they could leverage the "Islamic biradar card" to avoid Pakistan’s retaliation. However, fed up with terrorism, the Pakistani people overwhelmingly supported action against terrorists. International Support India assumed years of diplomatic posturing, amplified by Jaishankar’s laser eyes moments, would rally global support and isolate Pakistan. They failed miserably on the diplomatic front. Afghanistan expected China and Russia to come to their rescue, but the international community had largely abandoned them, urging compliance with the Doha Agreement. Propaganda Warfare India believed its vast media apparatus would dominate the international narrative. Instead, they became a laughingstock after falsely claiming to destroy Lahore’s nonexistent seaport, losing credibility both globally and domestically. Afghan accounts, backed by Indian support, thought fake news and emotional propaganda would incite panic in Pakistan. Their efforts backfired, exposing and embarrassing them. Military Response India, clinging to the delusions of 2019, believed a border would shield their jets and limit the conflict to an aerial skirmish. They were stunned when seven Indian jets were shot down deep in their territory, showcasing Pakistan’s military resolve and shocking the world. Afghanistan assumed their sleeper cells and guerrilla tactics would keep Pakistan on the defensive without retaliation. Pakistan disproved this by striking Kabul twice in one week with its air force, with more actions likely to follow. Superiority Complex One important aspect to add in this is the strange superiority complex both these countries cling onto, one sees itself as a global superpower, while the other boasts of defeating superpowers. Each is trapped in its own delusions, and Pakistan has taken the responsibility to bring them back to reality. Current Threats Now, both India and Afghanistan think they can pressure Pakistan with threats of water disputes, terrorism, or political unrest. To them, I offer this quote: "Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself."

Mohsin Ali

14,452 views • 10 months ago

I think I've stumbled onto the future of building startups. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It's 2 AM. I'm editing a podcast, questioning every life decision that led me here. I've already burned through hundreds of thousands on this thing since 2021. Zero monetization. Just burning cash. My business partner's probably thinking I've lost it. We're juggling 6 businesses, and here I am, playing wannabe Joe Rogan. Then it hit me. Not during the podcast. In the darn comments section. I start sorting comments by "contains question" using this AI creator tool called VidIQ. "How do you validate ideas?" "What tools do you use?" "Can you dive deeper on XYZ topic?" These questions keep popping up. Over and over. That's when the lightbulb went off. What if I could turn this into a lead magnet machine? Find questions. Answer them with free stuff. Rinse. Repeat. I team up with Design Scientist to crank out 2 lead magnets a month. (Tried doing it myself first. But it was hard lol) We start pumping out things like "6 Tools I Use to Find Startup Ideas." Suddenly, I'm drowning in subscribers. 10,000 to 20,000 a month. On autopilot. Now, you're probably thinking, "Cool story, bro. But how's this a big idea?" Clarity of what to build is probably one of the most valuable ways to build products people want. You have to understand a niche's problem better than they even know them. Problem: what's the roadblock keeping founders stuck? Segment: group these founders by their specific obstacles. Product: build the bridge that gets them over their hurdle. I use ConvertKit like a scalpel, dissecting these segments. Not by age or location. By the problems they're desperate to solve. Suddenly, I'm staring at a treasure map of founder pain points. And that's when you can build startups to solve their problems. Instead of being a lead factory, you become a startup factory. You use tools like v0/replit/cursor to prototype like a madman. And it makes your life less stressful as a founder. Because you know people are lined up to buy the products. I'm so convinced this is the future of startup building, I've bet $1M+ of my own cash on it. Building startups to solve people's problems. And cool part is this blueprint can be replicated in any niche. The best SaaS ideas aren't in some Silicon Valley incubator. They're hiding in your "free" content. Think of it like this (Isenberg's formula?): (Engaged Audience) x (Targeted Lead Magnets) x (Problem-Centric Segmentation) = Product-Market Fit on Demand Here's the step-by-step: 1. Use AI/software to categorize every single audience interaction by problem type. Build a heat map of pain points. 2. Create ultra-specific lead magnets for each major problem cluster. Think "5-Step Framework for Validating SaaS Ideas" not "Generic Startup Guide". I also use free communities as lead magnets. 3. Forget demographics. Segment by the problem they're trying to solve. Use ConvertKit to build dynamic segments that would make Zuck jealous. 4. Use AI to build rapid prototypes for top problem clusters. Test with your segmented lists for instant feedback. Your next cash-flowing business is probably stuck in a comment somewhere, just waiting for you to notice it. I accidentally built a startup factory at 2am. Happy I did. Sharing in case this is useful to anyone out there. The future of startups: 1. Be a content factory 2. Be a lead factory 3. Be a startup factory
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I think I've stumbled onto the future of building startups. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It's 2 AM. I'm editing a podcast, questioning every life decision that led me here. I've already burned through hundreds of thousands on this thing since 2021. Zero monetization. Just burning cash. My business partner's probably thinking I've lost it. We're juggling 6 businesses, and here I am, playing wannabe Joe Rogan. Then it hit me. Not during the podcast. In the darn comments section. I start sorting comments by "contains question" using this AI creator tool called VidIQ. "How do you validate ideas?" "What tools do you use?" "Can you dive deeper on XYZ topic?" These questions keep popping up. Over and over. That's when the lightbulb went off. What if I could turn this into a lead magnet machine? Find questions. Answer them with free stuff. Rinse. Repeat. I team up with Design Scientist to crank out 2 lead magnets a month. (Tried doing it myself first. But it was hard lol) We start pumping out things like "6 Tools I Use to Find Startup Ideas." Suddenly, I'm drowning in subscribers. 10,000 to 20,000 a month. On autopilot. Now, you're probably thinking, "Cool story, bro. But how's this a big idea?" Clarity of what to build is probably one of the most valuable ways to build products people want. You have to understand a niche's problem better than they even know them. Problem: what's the roadblock keeping founders stuck? Segment: group these founders by their specific obstacles. Product: build the bridge that gets them over their hurdle. I use ConvertKit like a scalpel, dissecting these segments. Not by age or location. By the problems they're desperate to solve. Suddenly, I'm staring at a treasure map of founder pain points. And that's when you can build startups to solve their problems. Instead of being a lead factory, you become a startup factory. You use tools like v0/replit/cursor to prototype like a madman. And it makes your life less stressful as a founder. Because you know people are lined up to buy the products. I'm so convinced this is the future of startup building, I've bet $1M+ of my own cash on it. Building startups to solve people's problems. And cool part is this blueprint can be replicated in any niche. The best SaaS ideas aren't in some Silicon Valley incubator. They're hiding in your "free" content. Think of it like this (Isenberg's formula?): (Engaged Audience) x (Targeted Lead Magnets) x (Problem-Centric Segmentation) = Product-Market Fit on Demand Here's the step-by-step: 1. Use AI/software to categorize every single audience interaction by problem type. Build a heat map of pain points. 2. Create ultra-specific lead magnets for each major problem cluster. Think "5-Step Framework for Validating SaaS Ideas" not "Generic Startup Guide". I also use free communities as lead magnets. 3. Forget demographics. Segment by the problem they're trying to solve. Use ConvertKit to build dynamic segments that would make Zuck jealous. 4. Use AI to build rapid prototypes for top problem clusters. Test with your segmented lists for instant feedback. Your next cash-flowing business is probably stuck in a comment somewhere, just waiting for you to notice it. I accidentally built a startup factory at 2am. Happy I did. Sharing in case this is useful to anyone out there. The future of startups: 1. Be a content factory 2. Be a lead factory 3. Be a startup factory

GREG ISENBERG

128,523 views • 1 year ago

Forget US Switchblades. Meet India's HOVERBEE. 🇮🇳✈️" The paradigm of the modern battlefield is shifting from heavy artillery to soldier-portable lethality. Leading this transition is Zulu Defence Systems, a Bengaluru startup emerging as a pivotal player in India's defense sector. By combining cutting-edge technology with real-world military experience, Zulu is providing a strategic edge to the Indian Armed Forces. With leadership like Major Samar Toor Major Sammer Pal Toorr (Infantry Combat Veteran) (Chief Growth Officer and 3rd Generation Infantry Veteran) driving their vision, the company is set to become a game-changer in the domain of tactical drone warfare. The Game Changer: The HOVERBEE: The star of their arsenal is the HOVERBEE. This isn't your average quadcopter. It is a micro-loitering munition (kamikaze drone) that fits in the palm of your hand. A compact 15 cm, 260-gram kamikaze micro-drone for indoor/outdoor ops. It enters the building to hunt terrorists, delivers a 400-gram grenade payload, offers night vision, live video streaming up to 2 km, and excels in border surveillance even in fog/bad weather. From Prototype to Production: The biggest news isn't just the tech—it's the induction. Indian Navy MARCOS Induct the 'Hoverbee' – The New Predator in the Shadows. -->The system underwent rigorous trials with elite units, including the Marine Commandos (MARCOS) and infantry battalions. -->Zulu Defence has moved from prototyping to batch production, ensuring that Indian infantry units don't just have one or two prototypes, but a steady stream of "personal air support." This deal marks a major shift where the Indian Army is trusting indigenous startups over foreign imports for critical tactical needs. The DRAP (Anti-Armor): India's first indigenous kamikaze "tank killer" drone. Beyond the micro-drones, they have developed the DRAP—a larger loitering munition with a 5kg warhead. It targets Light vehicles, bunkers, and even tanks. This acts as a "Tank Killer," allowing infantry to ambush mechanized columns without needing heavy anti-tank guided missiles (ATGMs). ZBEE FPV: A tactical first-person-view combat drone for precision payload delivery (e.g., 2kg mortar dropper), low-latency AI-stabilized vision, and battlefield strikes in tough conditions. VOLUME35: A weaponized UAS platform that can launch Igla-S MANPADS (shoulder-fired anti-air missiles) from the air, extending range and versatility for air defence against enemy aircraft/drones. Atmanirbhar Bharat Advantage: Foreign drones often come with high costs and data security risks. Zulu offers a solution that is 100% Made in India, a fraction of the cost of US equivalents (like the Switchblade), and engineered specifically for high-altitude borders. Zulu Defence isn't just a company; it's a warning to our adversaries. The eyes in the Indian sky are smaller, smarter, and deadlier than ever before. 🇮🇳 Major Sammer Pal Toorr (Infantry Combat Veteran) Col AJ🇮🇳 Brig Brijesh Pandey Aadi Achint 🇮🇳 TheGlobalDecoder #ZuluDefence #IndianArmy #AtmanirbharBharat #MARCOS
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Forget US Switchblades. Meet India's HOVERBEE. 🇮🇳✈️" The paradigm of the modern battlefield is shifting from heavy artillery to soldier-portable lethality. Leading this transition is Zulu Defence Systems, a Bengaluru startup emerging as a pivotal player in India's defense sector. By combining cutting-edge technology with real-world military experience, Zulu is providing a strategic edge to the Indian Armed Forces. With leadership like Major Samar Toor Major Sammer Pal Toorr (Infantry Combat Veteran) (Chief Growth Officer and 3rd Generation Infantry Veteran) driving their vision, the company is set to become a game-changer in the domain of tactical drone warfare. The Game Changer: The HOVERBEE: The star of their arsenal is the HOVERBEE. This isn't your average quadcopter. It is a micro-loitering munition (kamikaze drone) that fits in the palm of your hand. A compact 15 cm, 260-gram kamikaze micro-drone for indoor/outdoor ops. It enters the building to hunt terrorists, delivers a 400-gram grenade payload, offers night vision, live video streaming up to 2 km, and excels in border surveillance even in fog/bad weather. From Prototype to Production: The biggest news isn't just the tech—it's the induction. Indian Navy MARCOS Induct the 'Hoverbee' – The New Predator in the Shadows. -->The system underwent rigorous trials with elite units, including the Marine Commandos (MARCOS) and infantry battalions. -->Zulu Defence has moved from prototyping to batch production, ensuring that Indian infantry units don't just have one or two prototypes, but a steady stream of "personal air support." This deal marks a major shift where the Indian Army is trusting indigenous startups over foreign imports for critical tactical needs. The DRAP (Anti-Armor): India's first indigenous kamikaze "tank killer" drone. Beyond the micro-drones, they have developed the DRAP—a larger loitering munition with a 5kg warhead. It targets Light vehicles, bunkers, and even tanks. This acts as a "Tank Killer," allowing infantry to ambush mechanized columns without needing heavy anti-tank guided missiles (ATGMs). ZBEE FPV: A tactical first-person-view combat drone for precision payload delivery (e.g., 2kg mortar dropper), low-latency AI-stabilized vision, and battlefield strikes in tough conditions. VOLUME35: A weaponized UAS platform that can launch Igla-S MANPADS (shoulder-fired anti-air missiles) from the air, extending range and versatility for air defence against enemy aircraft/drones. Atmanirbhar Bharat Advantage: Foreign drones often come with high costs and data security risks. Zulu offers a solution that is 100% Made in India, a fraction of the cost of US equivalents (like the Switchblade), and engineered specifically for high-altitude borders. Zulu Defence isn't just a company; it's a warning to our adversaries. The eyes in the Indian sky are smaller, smarter, and deadlier than ever before. 🇮🇳 Major Sammer Pal Toorr (Infantry Combat Veteran) Col AJ🇮🇳 Brig Brijesh Pandey Aadi Achint 🇮🇳 TheGlobalDecoder #ZuluDefence #IndianArmy #AtmanirbharBharat #MARCOS

The Sacred Scroll

48,873 views • 7 months ago

They Don’t Work for You The H‑1B Isn’t Just Stealing Jobs... It’s Not Even Doing the Work. They said the H‑1B was about “top talent.” In reality, it’s become a passport for fraud, offshoring, and economic sabotage. Here’s the Game: • The H‑1B gets the badge, the cubicle, the paycheck • The actual work is done by a cousin back in Hyderabad • Remote login, fake résumés, offshore handoffs, it's routine • We train them. They train the next guy. The next guy is in India “He couldn’t answer a single technical question. His cousin was doing the coding from India.” – r/cscareerquestions “I reported it. HR told me to stop being racist.” – r/consulting This isn’t about immigration. It’s a deliberate proxy labor cartel, operating inside your own economy. And It Gets Worse... Every H‑1B is a pipeline: 1. Remittance Drain • $20K–$30K per worker sent abroad annually • That’s over $12 billion gone, not invested in your city, your schools, your community creating more jobs. 2. Proxy Networks & Job Sharing • Visa holder here, subcontractor there • One job split between two countries • Zero accountability 3. Trojan Horse for Offshoring • Train the H‑1B. Lose your job. • Six months later, your whole department is in Bangalore “We trained our Infosys replacements. Six months later we were gone.” – Former U.S. tech worker, r/cscareerquestions The Real Math: • 1 visa = 2 paychecks → One here, one overseas • 1 job = 3 U.S. workers lost → The jobholder, the trainee, and the one who never got the offer • 1 lie = a thousand closed doors → Americans can't compete with a transnational lie This is not a “talent strategy.” It’s job laundering. It’s extraction. It’s theft. And everyone in power knows it. Anyone pushing for more of it is literally selling American jobs for the money their lobby gives them. Globalists love cheap labor - its making the companies they own worth trillions and screwing Americans is just a side bonus they have zero guilt over. There is not a single American worker that benefits from foreign labor or foreign students- no other country on earth is doing what America is. They just keep calling it "diversity"... so you won’t call it what it is: Treason against the American worker. So common yet posting about this could get your post taken down by the very folks exploiting this. It already happened to an account that has been search banned, demonetized, throttled, and yet - keeps growing.
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They Don’t Work for You The H‑1B Isn’t Just Stealing Jobs... It’s Not Even Doing the Work. They said the H‑1B was about “top talent.” In reality, it’s become a passport for fraud, offshoring, and economic sabotage. Here’s the Game: • The H‑1B gets the badge, the cubicle, the paycheck • The actual work is done by a cousin back in Hyderabad • Remote login, fake résumés, offshore handoffs, it's routine • We train them. They train the next guy. The next guy is in India “He couldn’t answer a single technical question. His cousin was doing the coding from India.” – r/cscareerquestions “I reported it. HR told me to stop being racist.” – r/consulting This isn’t about immigration. It’s a deliberate proxy labor cartel, operating inside your own economy. And It Gets Worse... Every H‑1B is a pipeline: 1. Remittance Drain • $20K–$30K per worker sent abroad annually • That’s over $12 billion gone, not invested in your city, your schools, your community creating more jobs. 2. Proxy Networks & Job Sharing • Visa holder here, subcontractor there • One job split between two countries • Zero accountability 3. Trojan Horse for Offshoring • Train the H‑1B. Lose your job. • Six months later, your whole department is in Bangalore “We trained our Infosys replacements. Six months later we were gone.” – Former U.S. tech worker, r/cscareerquestions The Real Math: • 1 visa = 2 paychecks → One here, one overseas • 1 job = 3 U.S. workers lost → The jobholder, the trainee, and the one who never got the offer • 1 lie = a thousand closed doors → Americans can't compete with a transnational lie This is not a “talent strategy.” It’s job laundering. It’s extraction. It’s theft. And everyone in power knows it. Anyone pushing for more of it is literally selling American jobs for the money their lobby gives them. Globalists love cheap labor - its making the companies they own worth trillions and screwing Americans is just a side bonus they have zero guilt over. There is not a single American worker that benefits from foreign labor or foreign students- no other country on earth is doing what America is. They just keep calling it "diversity"... so you won’t call it what it is: Treason against the American worker. So common yet posting about this could get your post taken down by the very folks exploiting this. It already happened to an account that has been search banned, demonetized, throttled, and yet - keeps growing.

Chief_Engineer

13,630 views • 5 months ago

Bharat owes them this much PM Narendra Modi ji 🙏 Walk into any small town. Sit at any bus stand. Visit any village in Assam, in UP, in Tamil Nadu, in Maharashtra. You will find them. The 82 year old who served the post office for 30 years on daily wages and retired with nothing. The 85 year old grandmother whose husband was a farmer, who raised five children, fed a generation, and now stretches a single roti across the day. The 88 year old freedom fighter’s son living on the kindness of a neighbour. These are not strangers. These are Bharat Mata’s oldest children. According to the UNFPA India Ageing Report 2023, there are 149 million persons aged 60 years and above in India as of 2022, comprising around 10.5 percent of the country’s population.  Within this, the population aged 80 plus is estimated at roughly 1.4 crore (14 million) people, and the population growth of older persons aged 80 plus has been at 128 per cent during 2000 to 2022 . That number is rising every single day. Now ask one simple question. Why can a country that runs the world’s largest free ration scheme, that builds 4 crore pucca houses, that sends rockets to the Moon, not give every Indian above 80 years who has zero pension support a “Respect Pension” of ₹5,000 a month? Just dignity. Just the right to buy his own medicines. Just the right to not stretch out a trembling hand at his own son’s door. Look at the calculation. Assume 1.4 crore Indians are above 80. Assume roughly half already receive some pension through government service, EPFO, NPS, IGNOAPS or state schemes. That leaves about 70 lakh elders with nothing. 70,00,000 × ₹5,000 × 12 = ₹42,000 crore per year. Forty two thousand crore. In a Union Budget of nearly ₹48 lakh crore, that is less than 1 per cent. Less than what we sometimes write off in a single round of corporate loan settlements. Less than the cost of a few mega projects. For less than 1 per cent of the Budget, Bharat can ensure that not a single citizen above 80 has to beg for tea money in his own home. Call it Rashtriya Samman Pension. Call it Vridha Samman Yojana. Call it whatever the policy desk wants. Make Aadhaar the verification. Make DBT the delivery. Make the cut off clean and simple. Anyone above 80, no government or PSU pension, no NPS, no EPFO, automatic eligibility. And for those who do not need it, a simple voluntary opt out form. Many will refuse out of pride. Let them. The ones who need it will receive it with folded hands. A nation is judged not by its skyscrapers but by how it treats its oldest citizens. We touched their feet when we were children. We owe them dignity now that they cannot stand. Modi ji, the country that gave us our freedom is asking for nothing more than respect in its final years. #RespectPension #SeniorCitizens #DignityForElders #Bharat PMO India Nirmala Sitharaman Ministry of Finance
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Bharat owes them this much PM Narendra Modi ji 🙏 Walk into any small town. Sit at any bus stand. Visit any village in Assam, in UP, in Tamil Nadu, in Maharashtra. You will find them. The 82 year old who served the post office for 30 years on daily wages and retired with nothing. The 85 year old grandmother whose husband was a farmer, who raised five children, fed a generation, and now stretches a single roti across the day. The 88 year old freedom fighter’s son living on the kindness of a neighbour. These are not strangers. These are Bharat Mata’s oldest children. According to the UNFPA India Ageing Report 2023, there are 149 million persons aged 60 years and above in India as of 2022, comprising around 10.5 percent of the country’s population.  Within this, the population aged 80 plus is estimated at roughly 1.4 crore (14 million) people, and the population growth of older persons aged 80 plus has been at 128 per cent during 2000 to 2022 . That number is rising every single day. Now ask one simple question. Why can a country that runs the world’s largest free ration scheme, that builds 4 crore pucca houses, that sends rockets to the Moon, not give every Indian above 80 years who has zero pension support a “Respect Pension” of ₹5,000 a month? Just dignity. Just the right to buy his own medicines. Just the right to not stretch out a trembling hand at his own son’s door. Look at the calculation. Assume 1.4 crore Indians are above 80. Assume roughly half already receive some pension through government service, EPFO, NPS, IGNOAPS or state schemes. That leaves about 70 lakh elders with nothing. 70,00,000 × ₹5,000 × 12 = ₹42,000 crore per year. Forty two thousand crore. In a Union Budget of nearly ₹48 lakh crore, that is less than 1 per cent. Less than what we sometimes write off in a single round of corporate loan settlements. Less than the cost of a few mega projects. For less than 1 per cent of the Budget, Bharat can ensure that not a single citizen above 80 has to beg for tea money in his own home. Call it Rashtriya Samman Pension. Call it Vridha Samman Yojana. Call it whatever the policy desk wants. Make Aadhaar the verification. Make DBT the delivery. Make the cut off clean and simple. Anyone above 80, no government or PSU pension, no NPS, no EPFO, automatic eligibility. And for those who do not need it, a simple voluntary opt out form. Many will refuse out of pride. Let them. The ones who need it will receive it with folded hands. A nation is judged not by its skyscrapers but by how it treats its oldest citizens. We touched their feet when we were children. We owe them dignity now that they cannot stand. Modi ji, the country that gave us our freedom is asking for nothing more than respect in its final years. #RespectPension #SeniorCitizens #DignityForElders #Bharat PMO India Nirmala Sitharaman Ministry of Finance

Oxomiya Jiyori 🇮🇳

76,142 views • 3 months ago

China's central bank has now bought gold for 19 months straight, the largest official buyer on earth. And this week, as gold broke 4,000 dollars, China's biggest banks moved to push ordinary Chinese out of leveraged gold trading, with at least one warning it will liquidate any position not closed by month-end. Both are true at once, and together they explain what this crash really is. Start with what is being banned, because the words matter. ICBC and a string of other banks are shutting down retail trading in what the Chinese themselves call paper gold, the margined, leveraged contracts where you bet on the price without ever owning a bar. Some banks lifted the margin requirement to 140 percent to choke the leverage off before closing the products outright. Physical gold, meanwhile, stays wide open. Coins, bars, savings plans, ETFs, all fine. It is only the paper, the leverage, the casino, that is being shut, the last step in a five-year retreat that the crash just finished. Officially this is about protecting small investors, and that part is real. The same kind of leverage wiped out a wave of Chinese retail in a 2020 commodity blowup. But set the ban beside what the state is doing and something larger comes into view. While its citizens are pushed out of the paper, the People's Bank of China has spent those same 19 months buying the physical metal, more than two thousand three hundred tonnes of it now, accumulating straight through a 28 percent crash that scared everyone else out. Beijing is not trading gold. It is hoarding it. That is the strategy in one frame. China looked at the two things both called gold, the paper bet and the physical bar, and made a choice no Western government would make. It is taking the metal for the state and closing the casino for everyone else. The reason sits in a single date. 2022, when Russia's reserves were frozen with a keystroke. That taught every country outside the Western system one lesson: dollars in an account can be switched off, gold in your own vault cannot. So China is building its monetary independence out of the one asset nobody can freeze, and it does not want that foundation in the hands of leveraged traders who panic-sell in a crash, or priced by a paper market it does not control. Watch this month and the two worlds split in real time. Western investors were forced out of their gold by margin calls and a rate scare. China's central bank bought that exact dip with both hands. One side treats gold as a trade. The other treats it as the floor under a currency. The West is selling paper gold and calling it a crash. China is buying physical gold and calling it a foundation. In ten years, only one of them will look like it understood what gold was for. The metal is already moving to that side.
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China's central bank has now bought gold for 19 months straight, the largest official buyer on earth. And this week, as gold broke 4,000 dollars, China's biggest banks moved to push ordinary Chinese out of leveraged gold trading, with at least one warning it will liquidate any position not closed by month-end. Both are true at once, and together they explain what this crash really is. Start with what is being banned, because the words matter. ICBC and a string of other banks are shutting down retail trading in what the Chinese themselves call paper gold, the margined, leveraged contracts where you bet on the price without ever owning a bar. Some banks lifted the margin requirement to 140 percent to choke the leverage off before closing the products outright. Physical gold, meanwhile, stays wide open. Coins, bars, savings plans, ETFs, all fine. It is only the paper, the leverage, the casino, that is being shut, the last step in a five-year retreat that the crash just finished. Officially this is about protecting small investors, and that part is real. The same kind of leverage wiped out a wave of Chinese retail in a 2020 commodity blowup. But set the ban beside what the state is doing and something larger comes into view. While its citizens are pushed out of the paper, the People's Bank of China has spent those same 19 months buying the physical metal, more than two thousand three hundred tonnes of it now, accumulating straight through a 28 percent crash that scared everyone else out. Beijing is not trading gold. It is hoarding it. That is the strategy in one frame. China looked at the two things both called gold, the paper bet and the physical bar, and made a choice no Western government would make. It is taking the metal for the state and closing the casino for everyone else. The reason sits in a single date. 2022, when Russia's reserves were frozen with a keystroke. That taught every country outside the Western system one lesson: dollars in an account can be switched off, gold in your own vault cannot. So China is building its monetary independence out of the one asset nobody can freeze, and it does not want that foundation in the hands of leveraged traders who panic-sell in a crash, or priced by a paper market it does not control. Watch this month and the two worlds split in real time. Western investors were forced out of their gold by margin calls and a rate scare. China's central bank bought that exact dip with both hands. One side treats gold as a trade. The other treats it as the floor under a currency. The West is selling paper gold and calling it a crash. China is buying physical gold and calling it a foundation. In ten years, only one of them will look like it understood what gold was for. The metal is already moving to that side.

Shanaka Anslem Perera ⚡

327,003 views • 1 month ago

Since many sharpshooters in society were trying to Defame the Lady for her consuming alcohol, dancing and being vocal at Police Station, one would draw your attention to tagged video, which selectively wasn't released by officials who were trying hard to save their erring "Thullas", who acted in a Highhanded manner and brought disrepute to Odisha Police Just to be clear, those Serving as Police Personnel with Honour are much respected by Citizens, Armed Forces and us Veterans alike but those who act in Highhanded manner with a nonchalant approach and intent to dehumanizing Citizens, or being Corrupt etc, are colloquially referred to as "Thullas" so there is NO need to be sentimental about that age-old adage What you see in the video is the Lady being Groped, Sexually Assaulted and being Incited Now, imagine that Lady being your Sister or Wife or Fiancé and then you being with her in a Police Station for filing a FIR Complaint and Police NOT only NOT taking down your Complaint but asking for your Medical Test, dehumanizing you and the Lady, threatening you, stripping you, putting you both in lockup etc etc and all that because the Lady and you demanded Justice, Action to nab Culprits and so on Some wanted to tell us to look at both sides and so I had to and one doesn't find any reason with some "Thullas" at Bharatpur Police Station of Odisha Police to act in the manner, that it has not only botched up this case but also indulged in character assasination of the Lady and illegal detention of Serving Officer of ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY HQ IDS Well, DGP, Odisha CMO Odisha Governor Odisha need to look at this Case afresh and also haul up those in Odisha Police who indulged in Defamation of that Lady and Serving Officer Do read this to understand Facts and Act swiftly and decisively as patience amongst Citizens and Armed Forces especially Young Officers must be running low Armed Forces, including HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy don't shy away from punishing erring Personnel and Bad Hats and Police Force mustn't be able to wriggle out, as even in this case some good Police Personnel have taken charge of situation, some "Thullas" within are hurting the cause while trying to save those who are squarely responsible to create this mess due to Highhandedness Armed Forces do NOT live on Mercy of anybody and are trained to defeat threats and enemies and to expect them to entangle themselves in legal battles would be not fully appreciated Till recently, the Armed Forces did NOT take to Justice System on many occasions and acted swiftly and decisively to resolve such cases on its own and with good lessons for other side; be it some bad hats in Police, some rowdy Politician etc Now, since Armed Forces seek Justice, it should NOT be misconstrued to be a weakness Selective videos of an agitated woman can't be an excuse for Highhandedness of "Thullas" Even through the course of few days, good Policemen have acted responsibly like Arun Bothra 🇮🇳 Ji but some "Thullas", as many would call them, behaving in an uncouth manner, have shamed the Police Force Of course, if any Law is violated by any Citizen, Police must Act but it doesn't give them any license to be Highhanded HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy will never let criminal soldier go scot free but at the same time civil administration should not take undue liberties with military personnel and certainly don't expect pardon over such gross misconduct and Highhandedness as observed in this instance Allow a Joint Investigation with involvement of SuryaCommand_IA and Intelligence agencies with Central Bureau of Investigation (India) and DGP, Odisha with full access to ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY and we will get the truth out soon गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India and रक्षा मंत्री कार्यालय/ RMO India must take this to logical conclusion and President of India could order a SIT with full access to HQ IDS to monitor the Case JAI HIND 🇮🇳 (PS - Are you there Republic IndiaToday TIMES NOW News18 NDTV DD News All India Radio News?)
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Since many sharpshooters in society were trying to Defame the Lady for her consuming alcohol, dancing and being vocal at Police Station, one would draw your attention to tagged video, which selectively wasn't released by officials who were trying hard to save their erring "Thullas", who acted in a Highhanded manner and brought disrepute to Odisha Police Just to be clear, those Serving as Police Personnel with Honour are much respected by Citizens, Armed Forces and us Veterans alike but those who act in Highhanded manner with a nonchalant approach and intent to dehumanizing Citizens, or being Corrupt etc, are colloquially referred to as "Thullas" so there is NO need to be sentimental about that age-old adage What you see in the video is the Lady being Groped, Sexually Assaulted and being Incited Now, imagine that Lady being your Sister or Wife or Fiancé and then you being with her in a Police Station for filing a FIR Complaint and Police NOT only NOT taking down your Complaint but asking for your Medical Test, dehumanizing you and the Lady, threatening you, stripping you, putting you both in lockup etc etc and all that because the Lady and you demanded Justice, Action to nab Culprits and so on Some wanted to tell us to look at both sides and so I had to and one doesn't find any reason with some "Thullas" at Bharatpur Police Station of Odisha Police to act in the manner, that it has not only botched up this case but also indulged in character assasination of the Lady and illegal detention of Serving Officer of ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY HQ IDS Well, DGP, Odisha CMO Odisha Governor Odisha need to look at this Case afresh and also haul up those in Odisha Police who indulged in Defamation of that Lady and Serving Officer Do read this to understand Facts and Act swiftly and decisively as patience amongst Citizens and Armed Forces especially Young Officers must be running low Armed Forces, including HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy don't shy away from punishing erring Personnel and Bad Hats and Police Force mustn't be able to wriggle out, as even in this case some good Police Personnel have taken charge of situation, some "Thullas" within are hurting the cause while trying to save those who are squarely responsible to create this mess due to Highhandedness Armed Forces do NOT live on Mercy of anybody and are trained to defeat threats and enemies and to expect them to entangle themselves in legal battles would be not fully appreciated Till recently, the Armed Forces did NOT take to Justice System on many occasions and acted swiftly and decisively to resolve such cases on its own and with good lessons for other side; be it some bad hats in Police, some rowdy Politician etc Now, since Armed Forces seek Justice, it should NOT be misconstrued to be a weakness Selective videos of an agitated woman can't be an excuse for Highhandedness of "Thullas" Even through the course of few days, good Policemen have acted responsibly like Arun Bothra 🇮🇳 Ji but some "Thullas", as many would call them, behaving in an uncouth manner, have shamed the Police Force Of course, if any Law is violated by any Citizen, Police must Act but it doesn't give them any license to be Highhanded HQ IDS ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY Indian Air Force SpokespersonNavy will never let criminal soldier go scot free but at the same time civil administration should not take undue liberties with military personnel and certainly don't expect pardon over such gross misconduct and Highhandedness as observed in this instance Allow a Joint Investigation with involvement of SuryaCommand_IA and Intelligence agencies with Central Bureau of Investigation (India) and DGP, Odisha with full access to ADG PI - INDIAN ARMY and we will get the truth out soon गृहमंत्री कार्यालय, HMO India and रक्षा मंत्री कार्यालय/ RMO India must take this to logical conclusion and President of India could order a SIT with full access to HQ IDS to monitor the Case JAI HIND 🇮🇳 (PS - Are you there Republic IndiaToday TIMES NOW News18 NDTV DD News All India Radio News?)

Colonel Rohit Dev (RDX) 🇮🇳

393,278 views • 1 year ago

He Found ₹92 Lakhs in His Account – His Dying Daughter Could Have Been Saved… But He Did THIS Instead 😭💰 In the narrow lanes of Kanpur, 34-year-old Arjun Sharma was already broken. His 6-year-old daughter Kiara had been fighting rare blood cancer for 18 months. Every single rupee had gone into her treatment. They were now sleeping on the floor because the hospital bed cost more than their rent. One ordinary Tuesday morning, his phone buzzed. **₹92,47,800 credited.** A banking error. A massive transfer from an unknown startup. Not a penny belonged to him. His wife collapsed in tears: “God finally answered us… we can take Kiara to Delhi now!” For 48 hours Arjun didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. He sat outside the hospital ward staring at the notification, his little girl’s weak voice calling “Papa” from inside. One voice screamed: “Keep it. Save your daughter.” The other voice whispered his father’s last words: “A single stolen rupee will curse three generations.” On the third night, at 3:17 AM, Arjun walked into the 24-hour bank branch with shaking hands… and returned every single rupee. The entire branch went dead silent. The manager later said, “In 14 years, you are the first person who came back.” What happened next will restore your faith in humanity… The money belonged to a young startup that would have collapsed the next morning, leaving 47 families without salaries. The founder personally showed up at Arjun’s one-room house the very next day. He didn’t just thank him. He arranged Kiara’s full treatment at India’s top cancer hospital… He gifted them a proper 2BHK flat… And offered Arjun a permanent job with equity in the company. Today, little Kiara is cancer-free, running around laughing. Arjun says with tears in his eyes: “I could have bought a few years of happiness with someone else’s money… but I chose a lifetime of peace with my own character.” Sometimes the universe rewards the ones who choose conscience over cash. Would YOU have kept the money? Be honest in the comments 👇 #Honesty #RealLife #Inspiration #Morals
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He Found ₹92 Lakhs in His Account – His Dying Daughter Could Have Been Saved… But He Did THIS Instead 😭💰 In the narrow lanes of Kanpur, 34-year-old Arjun Sharma was already broken. His 6-year-old daughter Kiara had been fighting rare blood cancer for 18 months. Every single rupee had gone into her treatment. They were now sleeping on the floor because the hospital bed cost more than their rent. One ordinary Tuesday morning, his phone buzzed. **₹92,47,800 credited.** A banking error. A massive transfer from an unknown startup. Not a penny belonged to him. His wife collapsed in tears: “God finally answered us… we can take Kiara to Delhi now!” For 48 hours Arjun didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. He sat outside the hospital ward staring at the notification, his little girl’s weak voice calling “Papa” from inside. One voice screamed: “Keep it. Save your daughter.” The other voice whispered his father’s last words: “A single stolen rupee will curse three generations.” On the third night, at 3:17 AM, Arjun walked into the 24-hour bank branch with shaking hands… and returned every single rupee. The entire branch went dead silent. The manager later said, “In 14 years, you are the first person who came back.” What happened next will restore your faith in humanity… The money belonged to a young startup that would have collapsed the next morning, leaving 47 families without salaries. The founder personally showed up at Arjun’s one-room house the very next day. He didn’t just thank him. He arranged Kiara’s full treatment at India’s top cancer hospital… He gifted them a proper 2BHK flat… And offered Arjun a permanent job with equity in the company. Today, little Kiara is cancer-free, running around laughing. Arjun says with tears in his eyes: “I could have bought a few years of happiness with someone else’s money… but I chose a lifetime of peace with my own character.” Sometimes the universe rewards the ones who choose conscience over cash. Would YOU have kept the money? Be honest in the comments 👇 #Honesty #RealLife #Inspiration #Morals

Mohini Maheshwari

53,303 views • 4 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

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