ExSapperMadMan
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ExSapperMadMan
@ExSapperMadman
Lead, follow, or get out of the fucking way. And take no shit while doing so...Idiocy must be destroyed at source.....🇬🇧

Random Song of the Day Run Like Hell Pink Floyd live -1994

Describe this album with 1 word👇🏻

"A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers. All you have to do is hold your first dying soldier in your arms, and have that terribly futile feeling that his life is flowing out and you can't do anything about it. Then you understand the horror of war. Any soldier worth his salt should be antiwar. And still there are things worth fighting for." -General H. Norman Schwarzkopf Jr.

Trump: "We're in a position we haven't seen. We're respected. You know, our country now is respected all over the world. A year and half ago we were a laughingstock. The King of Saudi Arabia told me."


In the autumn of 1915, if you were a bailiff in Glasgow with an eviction order in your pocket, you had a problem. The problem was not the paperwork. The paperwork was fine. The problem was what happened when you arrived at the address. The door might be answered by the woman you had come to evict. It might also be answered by thirty of her neighbours, who had been waiting for you, who had been summoned by a bell or a whistle before you reached the end of the street, and who had absolutely no intention of letting you in. This was Mary Barbour's army. It had no uniforms, no funding, no formal structure, and no connection to any political party or trade union. It had something more useful than any of those things: a network of women who had agreed, in advance, to show up. To understand how it came to exist, you have to understand what Glasgow's working-class women were living through in 1915. The war had transformed the city. Men had left for the front in their thousands, and in their place came workers, flooding into Glasgow for the munitions factories and the shipyards on the Clyde. The population swelled. Housing was already scarce. Landlords looked at the shortage and the demand and made a calculation that had nothing to do with patriotism and everything to do with profit. Rents went up. In some cases, significantly up. And the tenants least able to resist were the ones most systematically targeted: the wives and mothers of men currently fighting in France, women managing households alone on reduced incomes, without votes, without union membership, without any of the formal mechanisms through which working men could apply pressure. The landlords had misread their tenants entirely. Mary Barbour was a rent collector's daughter from Govan who understood both sides of the housing relationship and had spent years involved in cooperative and labour politics. She understood organising. She understood what a community could do when it decided to act as one. And she understood, with a clarity that the landlords and the government would come to share rather suddenly, that the women of Glasgow's working-class tenements were not isolated individuals. They were neighbours. They talked to each other every day, across closes and back courts and communal washhouses, in the dense social fabric of tenement life that middle-class observers rarely bothered to look at carefully. Barbour and her colleagues in the Glasgow Women's Housing Association turned that fabric into infrastructure. The system was straightforward and brutally effective. Women watched for bailiffs. When one was spotted, the alarm went out, by bell, by whistle, by word of mouth moving fast through a close and into the street. By the time the bailiff reached the door, the crowd was already there. Neighbours, friends, women from the next street who had agreed to come when summoned, all of them understanding that their turn might be next and that the only protection available to any of them was the protection they provided each other. The bailiffs found themselves facing not a single frightened woman but a organised community defence that made eviction practically impossible to carry out. Some brought flour to throw. Some brought other things. Most brought themselves and their willingness to stand in a doorway for as long as it took. The combination of numbers, noise, and absolute determination made the eviction orders effectively unenforceable in large parts of the city. The strike spread. By November 1915, an estimated 25,000 tenants across Glasgow had stopped paying their rent. The Glasgow Women's Housing Association coordinated across neighbourhoods, shared tactics, and kept the pressure organised rather than letting it dissipate into individual acts of resistance that could be isolated and defeated one by one. © BBC #archaeohistories

This is some kind of horror. The more active I am here, the more my profile is blocked. Twitter simply ties the hands of Ukrainian volunteers and the promotion of fundraising for Ukrainian defenders. Almost every other day I face a profile blocking. For what? For trying to help our defenders in some way. Sometimes I am powerless with this visibility in 5 hours in 100 views, the lack of donations because of this + blocking the profile. Please retweet the pinned post, we have 178$ left to 2000$. Maybe someone will see this post and help us in this difficult fight with both russian and the algorithm.

Captain Mamkin from Russian Ka-52 copter shot down recently by Ukrainian drone, confirmed dead. Rest in manure.







For Fucks Sake. Trump’s MAGA “Patriots” ready to goto war with Iran. The only thing at war here… His belt against his waist line.











