The mummy

A prescindere dal fatto che negli ultimi giorni ci sono migliaia di video da Gaza che mostrano feste e vita notturna👇 dove sono le donne? Vi rendete conto, amici e amiche propal🙄, che siete schierati con una civiltà😏in cui le donne sono solo fantasmi?

@MBRF_Knowledge Fxck mussims

The Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum Knowledge Foundation (MBRF) will be conducting a panel discussion titled “The Legacy of Muslim Sicily” at Dar Al Hikma in Turin, as part of its participation in the Turin International Book Fair 2026, Italy.

@fuggire_ @MarcelloCresce2 Non hai capito. Il problema è l'obbligo del cellulare

@Alethemummy @MarcelloCresce2 Si connette se ti visualizza un link e lo apri, ora mai tantissimi fanno così, non è una novità

Nessun menu’ cartaceo. Quindi ho deciso di andarmene. Ho fatto bene?

🎵🇭🇷 Croacia irrumpe en la final de Eurovisión con un himno histórico que denuncia la ocupación otomana y revive la tradición de tatuajes cristianos para proteger a las jóvenes. La canción para la final interpretada en su idioma materno que no tiene nada de woke denuncia la ocupación turca islámica de sus tierras durante siglos y recuerda la antigua tradición croata de tatuar motivos cristianos en las niñas católicas para evitar que fueran raptadas, convertidas al islam y sometidas a esclavitud sexual. El tema, que incluye versos como “por eso muchos eligieron la tumba, nuestras madres no parieron esclavos”, ha sido aplaudido como un acto de valentía cultural en plena era de corrección política, mientras Turquía ya elevó quejas oficiales. Los vecinos croatas, lejos de autocensurarse, han convertido el escenario europeo en una lección de memoria histórica porque la historia se respeta.

“One of the sad signs of our times is that we have demonized those who produce, subsidized those who refuse to produce, and canonized those who complain.” — Thomas Sowell

@MrPitbull07 This is bs. In Italy you cannot erase a son from a legitimate quota of your assets. You can dispose only of a part of it, and the son has the full right to the remaining part.

At 82 years old, I still work in the vegetable garden by myself, while my son always finds an excuse not to drop by. Six months ago, I made a decision that my family will never forgive: I left everything to my neighbor. I live in a small village in Umbria (Italy). My husband, Gino, and I built the house I live in over fifty years ago. Every wall, every window, every roof beam passed through our hands. We were young and had no money, but we kept going, working from dawn until dusk. When our son, Roberto, got married, I gave him the apartment we owned in the city. We didn’t think twice about it. It just seemed right. He needed space for his family, while Gino and I wanted to stay in the village. Eight years ago, Gino died in his sleep. One evening he was beside me; the next morning, he was gone. After the funeral, Roberto promised me he wouldn’t leave me alone. He said he would visit often, that he would call, and that he would help me with the house. The last time I saw him was two years ago, at Christmas. In his place, he sent my grandson, Luca, with some bags of groceries and holiday wishes. He stayed for twenty minutes and then left. Meanwhile, there was always something here that needed fixing. The roof leaked. The fence was falling apart. The chimney needed cleaning. The garden was overrunning with weeds. Every time I called Roberto, I heard the same words: "I can't right now," "I'll call you back," "We'll see later on." But he wasn't the one who actually showed up. Matteo, the neighbor next door, is twenty-eight and works in construction. One day, he saw me on a ladder trying to repair a gutter and asked if I needed help. Since then, he has never stopped stopping by. He fixed the roof, rebuilt the fence, and pruned the trees. When I broke my ankle, he was the one who brought me my medicine and checked in every week to see if I needed anything. **And from that point on, everything changed.** On Saturdays, he would stop for a coffee. He talked to me about the weather, work, and the dogs roaming the village. Once, I tried to pay him. He smiled and said, "You’re like my grandmother." That same day, my grandson hadn't even called me. Six months ago, I went to the notary. The house built with Gino, the land, and my savings—I left them all to Matteo. To my son, nothing. To my grandson, nothing. When Luca found out, he called me immediately. He told me I couldn't do such a thing, that they were my family. I gave him a simple answer: “Family is the person who stays. Not the person who only remembers you when there is something to take." Matteo still knows nothing about the will. I haven't told him because I don't want anything to change between us. He continues to come over just as he always has. Last Saturday, he fixed the barn door and stayed to drink coffee in the kitchen. I finally understand one thing now. The house I built with my husband should go to the person who acted like family—not to those who were just waiting for an inheritance. (Source: Life Stories)

Diversity has never been used as the basis to add more white people to a company or country. Therefore diversity is, by definition and in ever usage, anti-white.

@CriminImmigratl Se capita a me gli rovino

Bambini di una scuola portati a servire il pranzo ai clandestini accampati in piazza a Trieste.

@Tommasocerno Vietare velo. E ancora peggio velo più mascherina che fanno un burqa. Ci prendono per il culo!!

Stop al velo per le under 14 e stretta sulle moschee abusive. Il piano della Lega contro il radicalismo islamico ilgiornale.it/news/interni/s…

@Tommasocerno Vietare halal

“What kind of a depraved monster slices off a woman’s breast while she is being gang raped, and throws it into the dust to be used as a plaything? What kind of a twisted pervert turns rape into necrophilia by shooting a woman in the head while he is still defiling her? What kind of ‘freedom fighters’ go into battle with a set of handy Arabic-to-Hebrew phrases, including ‘take off your pants’, ‘lie down’, and ‘spread your legs’? What self-respecting human being presses nails, scalpels, a hammer, an axe, screwdrivers and other household tools into a woman’s genitals? How hard do you have to rape someone, and with what, to shatter their pelvis? Who shoots a young girl in the face and then films her mutilated corpse on her brother’s mobile phone? The answer is: Hamas terrorists. This is the stark reality of what they did to men, women and children on October 7, 2023. And the world must never forget.” @WestminsterWAG

I was never racist until you bastards flooded us with tens of millions of degenerates from every dark, shit hole corner of the universe. I was never racist until you then fed them, Housed them, Clothed them, & gave them free healthcare on my dime. I was never racist until those same degenerates started raping & murdering my people. I was never racist until I watched you defend those illegal alien child rapists, traffickers & murderers. I was never racist until you took to the streets, blocking ICE & assaulting law enforcement just to further defend those degenerates against deportation. I was never racist until hundreds of billions of our taxpayer dollars were stripped away from us by tens of thousands of inbred, bubble head, low IQ leeches that do not belong here. I was never racist until you fkers went overboard and out of your way to replace American workers & American lives with illegal aliens & basically any foreigner that wasn’t white. I was never racist until you then created DEI policies to further rub that salt in our wounds, passing up over qualified white Americans just so you retards could check a quota box. Now, I’m HELLA RACIST because YOU made me THIS way…

Altra notte di buio pesto a Roma, piazza Mazzini, dove da settimane ormai di notte lo scenario è questo. Un coprifuoco di fatto. Situazione utile per chi vuole rompersi una gamba o per la libera uscita di malintenzionati, ladri, ecc. @gualtierieurope toc toc c'è nessuno?

“wHy aRe tHerE iNdiaNs In pOrTuGaL?!” Because they are good slaves, you are not. I hate essay-posting but allow me a rare indulgence: To understand what is happening now, you need understand that this isn’t the first time it’s happened. Why are there Indians in Kenya? Suriname? Fiji? Burma? Because Indians have always been the preferred servile class of elites. The evidence for this goes back hundreds of years. I’ve spoken about British colonial Burma before, and it is a great example of what this looks like. Even after extensive efforts to bring them to heel, the majority of the Burmese ethnic groups were far too resistant to submit to the British empire to be reliable labor. They refused to abandon their culture and ways of life to be slave drones for British pocketbooks. So the Brits started importing Indians to be their colonial administrators, preferring them as labor because they were easier to control and satisfy. By the 1940s, Indians made up almost 20% of the population of the entire country. Another great historical example of this is Suriname - a small country in South America that had been under Dutch colonial rule for 300 years. The Dutch abolished slavery in 1863, forcing colonial plantation owners to have to hire labor to do the work they had previously been using slaves for. But… they didn’t want to pay former slaves or Indigenous locals a living wage for the work. So what did the Dutch elites do instead? Import Indians. Today, Indians still make up 27% of the population. 27%. Of a tiny, obscure South American country. We could basically go through the list of every country with a non-negligible Indian population and the theme would be consistent: They were brought there by elites who needed a submissive, easily exploitable labor pool when local labor asked for better living conditions or wages. Why? Because Indians never did. They are a population that seems fully content with subjugation (even Marx noticed this). So it’s easy to see why they were such an ideal population for the intensive global expansion era of colonial empires. And it’s even easier to see why they are perfect subjects for late capitalism now. They are the culturally, psychologically, and physically ideal organism for the dominant system. There’s 1.4 billion of them. They are deeply socially stratified and so expect and even enjoy inequality. Their cuisine is cheap, meat-free slop. They live amongst trash and filth with no qualms. They don’t care about the environment. Their reaction to death and abuse is blank-eyed indifference. They are physically and spiritually malleable. They not only adopt and internalize the demands of the dominant system as personal ambition, they believe this servitude makes them better than everyone else who hasn’t. Absolutely IDEAL subjects. You, on the other hand, are not the ideal subject. You want to live in a high-trust society. You would shed tears if someone tried to cut down the apple tree you climbed as a child to build a data center. You want to see and experience beauty. You want your own space. You have an expectation that your living conditions will improve over time. You would not be content to live in a room with 10 other people, work 16 hours per day for pennies, and eat cheap slop. You are a liability. Just like the Burmese and Surinamese slaves were. And as we continue to crawl deeper into this late capitalist hellscape, you and your silly little needs will come into increasing conflict with those of the system. Thus, you WILL be replaced by people far easier to control and far less concerned about their own welfare or the welfare of everyone and everything around them. … Unless you do something about it. But the system has already locked-in that you won’t, and that you’ll just sort of fade into nothingness, distracted by meaningless comforts and terrified of the uncertainty of change. So “why are Indians in [wherever]?” Because you are about to not be.

Non si parla abbastanza dello scandalo che sono i parcheggi degli ospedali a pagamento.

This is one of those clips that should never be forgotten because it perfectly encapsulates the consequences of Ireland's ridiculous open-border policy. Morning time, an Irish mammy leaves the house to take her child to school, but suddenly she stops in her tracks. When she looks at the steps below her house, her instincts immediately kick in and she senses danger. A scene that was previously unimaginable in Ireland is now reality. A group of homeless African men are sleeping right outside her house. In front of her home, the place where she should feel safest, this Irish mother sees strange men from the third world who stare at her menacingly as they walk away. The politicians and the NGOs will tell you all sorts of fairytales about the benefits of immigration, but this is the reality.

But where are all the Mexicans gonna go? Mexico. But where all the Indians gonna go? India. But where all the Haitians gonna go? Haiti. Are you seeing a pattern? They have a home. This is my home, not theirs. Whole countries named after them. They’re right there on the map.

@fuggire_ @MarcelloCresce2 Connette ad un indirizzo web a volte

@Alethemummy @MarcelloCresce2 Il codice QR di per sé non “connette” automaticamente a qualcosa, contiene semplicemente delle informazioni che il telefono legge. In questo caso una lista del menù, punto

@BLKThugreport Shaquetta means low level bxtch in Italian!

Thank you, thank you BLM for advocating for body cameras. Now the world gets to see how entertaining Shaquetta’s are.