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We are a rabbit rescue, we keep it about rabbits, but there is a line. I believe that this post is so important for people to see I have to share it. I grew up with horses, they are just big rabbits. To make any law, legislation or act that involves killing another species to almost extinction is a crime against nature. We humans are so so arrogant and entitled. Dartmoor belongs to those ponies. Those ponies are British heritage. Many Humans have lost their way. An overwhelming majority of people will agree that the ponies need protection!!! An underwhelming minority of you will take any kind of action. Until YOU do more then changes will not happen. The petition will take a minuscule fraction of your life to sign but could be one of the most powerful things you do. I don’t know what the meaning of life is but I’m certain that the industrial scale killing of other species just pushes us further from ever finding the answer.

Hilda! True Angora, myxomatosis survivor, cancer survivor, named after a famous author but most people would never guess who 🤣

Eduardo took eleven minutes to cross the field this morning. The field is approximately 130 metres long. Eduardo, if he had wanted to, could have crossed it at a brisk alpaca walk in about three minutes. He did not want to. He stopped at the gorse bush. He stopped at the small section of clover near the gate. He stopped at the place where the badger crosses, which is not currently active but which Eduardo, by some assessment of his own, considers worth checking. He stopped at the dip where the rainwater pools, drank slightly, walked on. He stopped at the eastern fence post for ninety seconds and looked, by every visible indicator, at nothing in particular. He arrived at the far gate at 7.46am. The farmer, watching from the kitchen, made a cup of tea. The farmer's wife, who has watched Eduardo cross this field most mornings for seven years, said: "He's slow today." The farmer: "He's slow every day." The wife: "He's slow on purpose." The farmer: "...Yes." This is the thing about Eduardo. The eleven minutes is not inefficient. The eleven minutes is the work. The work is to walk the field, attend to it, notice what has changed, register the gorse and the badger crossing and the dip and the fence post, and finish at the far gate having processed the morning. Most useful animals, and most useful humans, work like this. The work is in the noticing. The noticing requires time. The time looks, to the casual observer, like the animal is doing nothing. The animal is not doing nothing. The animal is doing the most important part. The phone in your pocket has, in the last decade, optimised the noticing out of most modern lives. The walk to work has become the scroll on the bus. The lunch has become the working lunch. The slow look at the eastern fence post has become the answered email. Eduardo has not, at any point, optimised the noticing out. This is, in the long run, why Eduardo is fine and you are tired. Walk the field slowly. Notice the gorse. Be the alpaca.

Six AM on a small mixed farm in Cumbria. Lights on in the kitchen. Kettle on. The radio is on the agricultural forecast, which is the only weather forecast that bothers with the difference between the upper fells and the valleys, because the difference matters to the people listening. Six fifteen. Out the door. The dog is already outside, has been outside since five, has been outside in worse than this and will be outside in worse again, because she is a working collie and that is what working collies do. Six twenty-two. The first ewe is found. She is in the wrong place. She is moved to the right place. The right place is forty metres away. This takes ten minutes because she has opinions. Six thirty-eight. The water is iced over in the lower trough. The trough is broken open with the heel of a boot. The boot is not waterproof in the way it once was. Six fifty. Hay is taken to the in-bye. The in-bye is the field nearest the house, where the older ewes spend the worst weather. The hay was made in July, on the same farm, in a window of three days that nobody wrote down at the time but that turned out to be the only window that month. Seven o seven. The lambs in the shed are checked. Two have been pulled overnight. Both alive. Both with mothers. Both fed. The notes are written on a chalkboard above the pen because the notebook got wet on Tuesday and has not yet recovered. Seven thirty-one. Back in the kitchen. Tea, toast, butter from the dairy down the lane. The toast takes two minutes. The morning has taken an hour and a half. This is one farmer. This is one morning. This morning has happened, in some version, on every working farm in Britain, every day, for the entirety of agricultural history. It does not show up in the documentary. It does not show up in the supermarket marketing. It does not show up in the dietary guideline. It does not show up in the parliamentary report. It shows up in the lamb on the plate, the milk in the bottle, the cheese on the board, the wool in the carpet, the leather on the chair, the field that is still a field rather than a housing estate. Seven thirty-one is when most of the country wakes up. The farmer has been working for an hour and a half by then. The radio is still on.

@CraigBrockie Restore

1 in 10 Americans now has an autoimmune disease. Lupus. Crohn's. Hashimoto's. Type 1 diabetes. Multiple sclerosis. Rheumatoid arthritis. Your doctor will tell you it's genetic. Or bad luck. Or that your immune system just "turned on itself." Harvard researchers disagree. A pediatric gastroenterologist at Mass General (Dr. Alessio Fasano) spent 20 years tracking down the missing piece. What he found changed the conversation. Every autoimmune disease he studied shared the same three ingredients: - A specific environmental trigger - Genetic predisposition - A leaky gut Take any one of those away, and the disease doesn't start. The gut isn't just where food gets digested. It's a one-cell-thick wall - The only thing standing between your bloodstream and everything you eat, drink, and swallow. When that wall is tight, your immune system stays calm. When it's leaky, Undigested food particles and bacterial fragments slip through into your blood. Your immune system sees invaders and attacks. But the particles look a lot like your own tissue. Attack the gluten fragments → attack the thyroid (Hashimoto's) Attack the bacterial fragments → attack the joints (rheumatoid arthritis) Attack them over and over → attack the nerves (MS), the gut (Crohn's), the pancreas (Type 1) This is called molecular mimicry. Here's what people report when they heal the gut wall: Skin clearing up Brain fog clearing up Digestion finally working Joint pain fading within weeks Autoimmune flares slowing down Energy returning after years of fatigue The things that punch holes in the gut wall: Gluten (yes, even if you don't have celiac) Glyphosate on conventional crops NSAIDs (ibuprofen, aspirin) Ultra-processed food Chronic stress Antibiotics Poor sleep None of these are rare. Most people have all seven running on autopilot. I've been saying for 30 years: almost every chronic disease traces back to a broken gut. The science keeps catching up. The good news? Unlike your genes, the gut wall is something you can actually rebuild. Comment RESTORE and I'll send you a free guide on how to heal the gut and calm the immune system naturally. P.S. MUST Follow for me to DM you.

@KensingtonRoyal Hilarious how William is on the end with George scowling at him 😆😆😆

Celebrating 15 years of marriage ❤️

@KensingtonRoyal So it's OK for these people to go barefoot, but not Harry, Meghan, or their children !?

It means the world to me that I am receiving such a huge surge in support. Thank you so much everyone. Running is my life, and I speak out because I want women and girls to have the same sporting opportunities as I have. As the idiom goes, this is the hill I’m willing to die on.

@GoldbergRadio @BylineTimes Just before I saw this tweet and read your article, I was contemplating our political structure and wondering why we run our countries in such a divisive manner - governing and opposition parties - when we run businesses in a much more collaborative way. Revolution?

My latest for @BylineTimes - fascinating interview with 'revolutionary' peer Natalie Bennett, former leader of the Green Party about her new book... open.substack.com/pub/bylinetime…

The Ruminati live in conditions of persistent suffering, hidden from the public by the bucolic propaganda of British agriculture. Below, a single day in their captivity. 5.47am. Gerald. Awake. Forty acres of permanent pasture. No fences blocking his view of the eastern hedgerow. He has chosen, of his own free will, to graze the south corner. He has chosen the south corner every morning for four years. The fact that he keeps choosing it is itself a sign of how thoroughly his spirit has been broken. 6.13am. Doris. On the 380-metre contour. Wind at her back. Frost on the turf. She walked there at her own pace, by a route she chose, because the pressure was dropping and Doris, after six years on this fell, has internalised the relationship between barometric pressure and where she would prefer to stand. The cruelty of allowing her to make this decision herself, rather than confining her to an indoor unit with piped music, is not yet under review. 7.02am. Keith. On the barn roof. He ascended unprompted at 6.51am. The route involves a stone wall and a 1.8-metre gap. He selected it from four available alternatives. He is now standing on a 12-degree slope at five metres, eating moss. Dave is watching from the kitchen window. Dave has not intervened. The systemic failure here has been to permit a goat to do, by his own choice, what goats have been doing without supervision for ten thousand years. 8.30am. Eduardo. Walking the perimeter at his own pace, in his own time, for his own reasons. No farmer. No whip. No bell. Humming. He has, by 8.30am, found three things, filed them, and confirmed each as fine. The captivity continues. 9.45am. Freya. Stripping bark from an ash on the western boundary of her twenty-hectare enclosure. Narrow vertical strips. The cambium will heal by autumn. Three lichen species not previously recorded on the estate will colonise the dead wood by year end. The cruelty of allowing a four-hundred-and-fifty-kilogram bison to do, on a Welsh hillside, what bison have been doing on European hillsides for two hundred thousand years, is ongoing. 11.00am. Gerald. Lain down. Nobody asked him to. Cortisol within normal range. Heart rate approximately 50bpm. He has, by every available metric, transcended the concept of mild discomfort. 1.30pm. Doris. Went in the bog. Came out of the bog. Has not, in any available behavioural indicator, acknowledged the bog occurred. Stoic abuse, by any reasonable definition, is taking place. 4.40pm. Keith. Down off the roof. Now in Steve's garden. Eating the bindweed Steve has been losing to for a decade. The bindweed will be gone by Wednesday. Steve will file complaint number twenty-seven before Friday. Keith will not be informed of either development. 7.30pm. Across the Ruminati. Gerald is lying down for the night. No rope. No tether. Doris is at the east wall, in the spot she found at five months old. Keith is back on the barn roof. The reason for the second visit is not on any record. Eduardo is at the geometric centre of his field, kushed, humming. Freya is somewhere in the trees. Marged is asleep under the apple tree. The cruelty, it is clear, is unrelenting. The animals have, at no point in the day, been confined indoors, restrained, transported, supplemented, or particularly inconvenienced. They have been allowed to do exactly what their species was designed to do, on the land they belong on, at the pace they prefer. If this is suffering, the framework needs revising. It's nearly May. The fells are greening. The lapwings are back. The barn roof has new lichen. The bindweed is making its annual run at Steve's south wall. Go and have a look.

@CraigBrockie Probiotics

Stanford scientists found one bacteria missing in almost every obese, diabetic, and inflamed patient they studied. It's supposed to make up 3-5% of your gut. In people with metabolic problems, it's often 3,000 times lower. This bacteria has one job. It lives in the mucus lining of your gut wall, The last layer of defense between your bloodstream and the outside world. It eats old mucus, stimulates your body to make fresh mucus, and seals the wall tight. When it's there, your gut barrier is strong. When it's gone, the wall thins: Weight becomes harder to lose Food particles leak through Blood sugar misbehaves Cholesterol creeps up Inflammation climbs Researchers at Nature Medicine gave this bacteria to overweight adults for 3 months. The results: - Cholesterol dropped - Insulin sensitivity improved - Liver inflammation markers fell - Gut barrier function strengthened - Body weight started trending down without a single diet change Here's what people are reporting when they rebuild this strain and its probiotic cousins: Blood sugar stabilizing Cravings for sugar fading Bloating disappearing in days Skin clearing after years of struggle Clothes fitting differently in a matter of weeks What destroys this bacteria? Alcohol Antibiotics Chronic stress Artificial sweeteners High-fat, high-sugar processed diets You can't buy this specific strain at most health food stores. But you can feed the bacteria you already have, and colonize with related strains that do similar work - At levels 10x higher than any capsule. The trick is fermentation. A jar of homemade yogurt fermented with the right strain for 36 hours at the right temperature can deliver 200+ billion live probiotic cultures per serving. A store-bought yogurt? Maybe 1 billion if you're lucky. Dr. William Davis (author of "Super Gut") has spent years documenting exactly how to do this at home. I've been making it myself for 3 years. The difference in how I feel is night and day. Comment PROBIOTICS and I'll send you the free guide on how to make unlimited probiotics at home. P.S. MUST Follow for me to DM you.

@SamaHoole @HandlerRabbi Where do you get k2 from?

@HandlerRabbi Correct. D3 drives calcium absorption. K2 directs it into the bone and away from the arterial wall. Take D3 without K2 and you're potentially calcifying your arteries while trying to fix your deficiency

Vitamin D is not a vitamin. Calling it a vitamin is the medical equivalent of calling petrol a refreshment. Technically a liquid. Functionally something else entirely. Vitamin D is a steroid hormone. Your skin manufactures it from cholesterol when sunlight hits it. It then regulates over a thousand genes, modulates your immune system, governs your calcium metabolism, influences your mood, your testosterone, your insulin sensitivity, and your susceptibility to roughly every chronic disease on the books. The optimal level is somewhere between 50 and 80 ng/ml. The official sufficiency level is 30. The average British adult in February is at about 18. We are walking around hormonally castrated for nine months of the year and being told to take a pill. The pill is fine. The sun would have been better. The seed oil that made you afraid of the sun is the actual problem. It is hormones all the way down.

After a long night for us, Dora is doing so well. She’s up and about, Doozer has chosen to stay in her litter bay with her. The wound itself is steady looking so much better. Iv been doing lots of spring cleaning and organising too. Not being on here much is killing our engagement. As a community we need to keep working together to keep bunnies on peoples feeds ❤️❤️

A reasonable audit of what the British farmer is actually doing, measured against what he is currently being accused of. What he is doing: - Up at 5am. Earlier in lambing. Finished at 9pm last night. Doesn't consider this notable. - Producing 60% of the food eaten in the UK. - On a land area smaller than Oregon. - Maintaining 400,000 miles of hedgerow. - Several hundred thousand miles of stone wall. - The entire drainage infrastructure of the lowlands. - Every postcard the country has ever printed. - Sequestering carbon into the soil beneath his livestock at rates that offset a significant fraction of his sector's emissions. Not widely discussed. - Feeding, clothing and tanning a population that has mostly forgotten where any of this comes from. - Lambing in March at his own expense. - Calving in April on no sleep. - Silage in June on three hours a night. - Harvest in August. - Ploughing in October. - Feeding stock through January in conditions any urban professional would call a humanitarian emergency. - Watching his son decide whether to take over the farm, knowing what the answer is likely to be. - Earning less per hour than the barista who served the coffee to the journalist writing the article about him. What he is not doing: - Destroying the ozone layer. Hasn't been near it. - Flying almonds in from California. - Clearing the Amazon. - Running a data centre. - Operating a private jet. - Producing microplastics. - Failing to recycle his packaging. He hasn't got any. - Causing the climate crisis. The climate crisis is two hundred years of industrial activity he wasn't around for. - Lobbying Parliament. Can't afford it. He's in a field. - Complaining about any of this. He hasn't got the time. The audit concludes. The defendant is out feeding the cattle. He'll be back for supper if the tractor holds up.

Victor Borge actually improvised on Monti’s Czardas with Anton Kontra on the violin (1970s) as part of an unplanned encore.

“Somebody shorted the oil markets today by hundreds of millions of dollars exactly 20 minutes before Trump made his announcement that everything was going to be great. And if you see that once, it could be a coincidence. But that’s happened at least three times, if not more, since the war began. That’s a pattern.” “And what that suggests is that there’s rampant corruption and insider self-dealing going on with the president’s up and down predictions of what’s going to happen tomorrow in the negotiations and in the markets. And I’m sure that that’s being investigated. We can’t prove it, but it seems like the corruption that we’re seeing in our government, maybe not the President, but people who are in the know and the markets, is having a priority over the actual negotiations to end the war. And that’s a crazy thing that our system has never seen before.”

@Chimpin82 @UnityNewsNet By strategic do you mean insider trading?

@UnityNewsNet Quelle surprise. Nothing Trump says has any credibility any more. I realize he’s just doing it because he can for strategic reasons. But why aren’t there consequences for lying politicians. They all get away with it, it should be high treason.

STRAIT OF HORMUZ CLOSED AGAIN! "The U.S. did not fulfill its obligations. Therefore, the Strait of Hormuz is now closed again, and passage requires Iran’s approval". - IRIB.

@johnsonolalek11 @AJEnglish I’m not sure why people are confused about this - it’s just very very blatant insider trading, and you’ll see that in the price movements on Monday/Tuesday. How many times does this have to happen before people catch on?

@AJEnglish The Strait just closed again, Iran opened it, the US kept the blockade, and now it's shut. Today's entire oil price drop may have just been priced on a promise that lasted less than 24 hours.

BREAKING: The IRGC’s joint military command has issued a statement claiming that control of the Strait of Hormuz has now "returned to its previous state" due to the US’s continuing blockade of Iranian ports. 🔴 LIVE updates: aje.news/wjkib2

@Radmore_farm Keep going and find more, and make more of these videos.

I found two different starches in a Tesco pork joint. Not one — two. Here's what they do, why they're there, and what it means for the price you're actually paying. Tesco Basted Pork Loin Joint (800g) ingredients: Pork Loin (90%), Water, Sea Salt, Modified Maize Starch, Sugar, Tapioca Starch, Rosemary Extract. I'm a primary producer. I don't supply supermarkets. That means I have no agenda except showing you what's actually in the food reaching your plate — and what the label is telling you, if you know how to read it. In this video I break down what Modified Maize Starch and Tapioca Starch are doing in a whole pork joint, why two starches are used together, and how this connects to the same approach I exposed in a Tesco beef roasting joint weeks ago. The information is on the label. It always has been. But it's written in language designed not to slow you down in the aisle. Want real meat? Shop now : radmorefarmshop.co.uk Memberships: @radmorefarm/membership" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">youtube.com/@radmorefarm/m…

Unfortunately, in this day and age when we have schools indoctrinating children and society gaslighting women by telling them men and boys can be women and girls and share their intimate spaces, this is exactly how the situation needs to be handled. Everywhere we look, sexual assaults and rapes against females are being excused, low prioritised, or completely ignored. All too often we are treated as sub-human and expected to be quiet and follow the official line. This mum needs to go publicly nuclear for her daughter and let everyone know what this school has enabled. I know I would.