Dillymint ❄️🕊🇪🇺🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈

I’m a woke, politically correct snowflake who’s prone to virtue signalling. Or as I prefer, I’m aware of injustice, I’m not an arsehole, I’m offended by arseholery in others, and I try to encourage people to join me in helping whoever needs help. Not gonna apologise for it.

@anon_opin Nah, it’s because it’s deeply embedded in our culture. Pubs have been a central feature in towns and villages for centuries, often acting as a community hub for events and meetings, as well as socialising and drinking. The result is alcohol is the backdrop to all our lives.

The reason the British have an unhealthy relationship with alcohol is that we have fuck all else to live for. We've impoverished ourselves, told our friends to fuck off, smashed our public services and closed our public spaces. A bitter, bored nation with nothing left but spite.

@orthaheel1 @revpaulwhite You must be new here. Below is a handy calendar so you know what rage to expect, when. It’s from 2018 but can be adapted for any year, depending on when Easter falls and when GCSE and A Level results are released. You’re welcome!

@revpaulwhite What is 'Easter egg rage'?

As a priest, who has celebrated Holy Communion twice today and is departing for a Cistercian monastery tomorrow, can I just say that this 'Easter Egg rage' is nonsense. If you care that much, get yourself to church, and then perhaps you will realise that our faith is not based on confectionary or its packaging.

@scott73187192 @travisakers You’re not wrong there!

@Dillymint @travisakers Good luck to you as well. Sadly corruption gets to a point that it destroys countries eventually.

Do you think the United States will ever return to normalcy or have we entered the post-American world?

@scott73187192 @travisakers That’s where we’re headed in the UK. We’re still essentially a 2-party system, but we’re voting like it’s multi-party. It’ll be a messy transition, but I think we’ll end up with PR in my lifetime. I hope you can sort your system out, Scott. It’s sad to watch the US fall so far.

@Dillymint @travisakers I do understand that. We need a huge overhaul of the 2 party system. Needs to be destroyed completely.

@scott73187192 @travisakers Even if he is removed, reviving a relationship with your allies is going to be hard. We now know the foundations of US governance don’t work: you have no mechanism to rein in a president’s reckless behaviour when it matters. Allies will want guarantees we won’t end up here again.

Really depends on what happens if democrats do get control of both the house and senate. If he is impeached and removed, there is good chances of reviving our relationship with allies in the near future. If republicans keep both and do nothing about trump, then no we will be pushed further away and most likely into an authoritarian/fascist country.

@travisakers From a global perspective, we’ve entered a post-US world. Your allies have seen what you can do: elect a vile man (twice) with no checks and balances to rein his lunacy in. We may not be saying it out loud yet, but we’re already looking for alternatives to the US partnership.

@crimsonavenger This was the post immediately above yours in my feed. It’s good advice! May you still be wearing Vans, listening to punk and metal and enjoying a drink when you reach 95. Keep on being exactly who you are.

Whats the age when you just give up? I’m 58 this year and don’t feel like giving up yet. I still wear the vans and listen to punk and metal and enjoy a drink. Don’t think I’m embarrassing myself to be honest.

@rushicrypto Yes and no. There were always hateful groups but they tended to exist in small isolated pockets and kept their views under wraps for the most part. Social media has connected those groups giving them safety in numbers, and allowed them to easily spread their bile.

Older generations: was the world this hateful 30 years ago? 40? Because this world is just heartbreaking.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@BenGrahamUK @mark_rudhall Oh fuuuuuck off. Every year you and your ilk rock up with tHeY’rE bAnNiNg EaStEr because of chocolate eggs, and every year countless people post photos of eggs with EASTER on them, from the time of Jesus (who prefered Cadbury’s, btw) to today, and yet you STILL post this shit.

Britain has been a Christian nation for over 1,400 years. Through wars, plagues, and countless kings, Easter has always been celebrated. Yet now, Cadbury won’t even use the word ‘Easter’ on their eggs. When did celebrating British traditions become controversial?

He's cancelling Christmas. For the first time, a politician is *actually* trying to cancel Christmas. #womp #womp

@Dougie777777 @JoanneMason11 When ANYONE has been abused and takes their own life, the appropriate response really shouldn’t include comments about ‘real abuse’ and ‘victim mentality’. Have a quiet word with yourself about compassion and sensitivity, eh.

@Dillymint @JoanneMason11 yes it is, men kill themself at an 80% mostly caused by women and when a women dies the world must comply to u, unfuckenbelievable.

A hellish night. A lady who stayed in our shelter 3 or 4 times over the years but broke free of her abuser and finally understood that she deserved love, respect, and freedom from violence, took her life this morning. Please pray for her kids and our volunteers. A hellish night.

@Dougie777777 @JoanneMason11 A woman has been abused and took her own life, and THAT’S the reply you went with? Unfuckingbelievable.

@JoanneMason11 I will pray for her.I hope u can tell the difference between real abuse, a lot of women have victim mentality while when the man is abused anger is his final say followed by streets and suicide.but i will put her in my prayer list.

@KeruboSk Yes, several pieces. I get to support unknown artists and have something beautiful and unique to enjoy. It’s a win win!

Raise your hand if you have original art in your house

@Jibsman1 @declassifiedUK Not during a broadcast, no. It’s really frowned upon. Can you hear that whooshing sound about three seconds in though? That’s when the broadcast ends and he’s allowed to say what the fuckety fuck he likes, especially as he’s just been targeted by a cunting missile.

@declassifiedUK Is he allowed to swear?

🚨BREAKING -- British journalist Steve Sweeney has been targeted by an Israeli airstrike in Lebanon.

I've been thinking about America a lot recently. One of the things that has been most on my mind is the prevalence throughout America of American exceptionalism, the idea among Americans that America is a special country that is in some way better than all the others. 🧵

@implausibleblog Well that went down like a lead balloon.

President Trump, "Let me pick a beautiful person from Japan to ask a question" Journalist, "Why didn't you tell your allies in Europe, Asia and Japan before attacking Iran?" President Trump, "Why didn't you tell us about Pearl Harbour?"

haven’t seen something more accurate than this.

@mrmikeMTL 473. It’s not my life I’m exhausted with though, it’s everyone else’s. War and hate everywhere you look.

How exhausted are you of life on a scale of 10?

@EssexgoonerMr YOU’RE not putting up with it. It was in Canada, which you’d know if you’d read the article. You’d also know kids at the school eat in different spaces anyway, and will continue to do so.

Why are WE putting up with this