Piers Kure

It’s a miracle you’ve survived this long.

"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield"

Kimmel’s hateful and violent rhetoric is intended to divide our country. His monologue about my family isn’t comedy- his words are corrosive and deepens the political sickness within America. People like Kimmel shouldn’t have the opportunity to enter our homes each evening to spread hate. A coward, Kimmel hides behind ABC because he knows the network will keep running cover to protect him. Enough is enough.  It is time for ABC to take a stand.  How many times will ABC’s leadership enable Kimmel’s atrocious behavior at the expense of our community.

Joburg Metro Centre Part 3 - The Basement 🗂️👀 This is the story of Joburg’s building plans crisis. The worst administrative negligence in the history of this city. Watch this video till the end to see the current state of the archives inside the Metro Centre and how that affects YOU. In the next video, we reveal more basement politics.

Sadiq Khan will be pointing out that they didn't know it was against English Law

Three illegals living at a Home Office hotel have been found guilty of raping a woman on a beach in a 'cynical, predatory and callous attack'. Apparently 'the men laughed as she was kicked, and her throat was grabbed during the rape'. She 'thought she was going to be killed'. Footage showed one 'smiling and sticking his tongue out during the assault, as well as slapping the woman in the face.' According to the BBC, following the attack, 'the men had a barbecue together later in the evening'. I am not going to describe in words what I think of these evil scumbags. I am going to reiterate the Restore Britain policy of reintroducing the death penalty with the British people's approval.

"They seized my baby and sliced him in two with a knife. My second child woke up... They split his head with a machete." This is what life is like for Christians in Nigeria. Christians are the most hated group in the world.

Islamic preacher: “When Muslims become the majority in the West in the next 40 years, non‑Muslims will have to convert, pay the jizya, or be killed, because Sharia will rule.” Is the message clear, or does it need to be spelled out?

Three illegal immigrants have been found guilty of gang raping a British woman on a beach in Brighton. They brutally raped her while filming and calling her a "Dirty b****". At one point, one of the rapists grabbed hold of her face, forced open her mouth and spat in it while encouraging his friends to do the same. The victim said: "I was begging them to stop and they wouldn't. Every time I close my eyes I can see them laughing at me. They thought it was funny. My skin crawls because of what they did. They're evil and they've ruined my life." She may never recover from this trauma. This is what the British government has done to the women of this country. There needs to be a reckoning.

As we potentially barrel haplessly towards the singularity, I sometimes worry about the removal of friction from everyday life. Friction has two important psychological functions: 1) It acts as a filtration system, forcing us to each stop and think what is worth our limited time and attention. Remove friction and you remove the filtration, granting our attention to the highest clickbait bidder. 2) Struggle is where life’s meaning gets manufactured. It's the fact that it's so difficult to compromise in a long-term relationship that makes it so powerful when you stay together. By removing friction from every area of life, we are removing the opportunity for people to build the muscle of meaningful struggle.

I don’t think most Americans have any real sense of just how sophisticated and massive this whole operation against the Islamic regime has been. Even a lot of Trump supporters, probably picture it as some straightforward military thing. But for those of us who have lived under this system, it’s on another level entirely. However, we are understandably exhausted and hyper-focused, worrying about basic safety that it’s hard for us to step back and appreciate the bigger picture. We don’t talk much, but it doesn’t mean we don’t see it. We Iranians know war. My mother’s generation lived for 8 horrific years in the shadow of Saddam, a madman even crazier and more brutal than this regime in many ways. They endured constant bombings, cities turned to rubble, chemical attacks, families ripped apart, and massive displacement. For my generation, those years left childhood nightmares that never fully went away. We know amputated fathers, martyred neighbors, streets full of mourning, endless death, and helplessness. We know what real war is. This operation was nothing like that. Unlike the Iran-Iraq war, where civilians were deliberately targeted to create maximum death, suffering, and destruction, this was meticulously designed to separate the regime and its military machine from the Iranian people. It was remarkably successful in that regard. The vast majority of the hardship ordinary Iranians faced didn’t come from the strikes themselves. It came from the regime’s own incompetence, sabotage, and desperation. They cut the internet for days to control the narrative abroad, wrecked businesses and the economy with their chaotic responses, and kept their own people in the dark. That part was all them. There is another thing, we Iranians know this regime like the back of our hand. It’s not some abstract evil. It’s like stage-four cancer: incompetent at actually running a country, ugly and corrupt to its core, yet incredibly strong in spreading fear, hatred, and pulling out the worst in human nature. Removing something this entrenched, in a country as vast and regionally complicated as Iran, required an intelligence and planning effort that is honestly mind-blowing. What blows my mind is the Israeli intelligence work. We’re not talking just names and addresses. They’ve mapped behaviors, personalities, decision-making patterns, the whole human side of that rotten system. It’s like they know it inside out. The planning was deeply coordinated with US, with Israel leading on the technical, intelligence, and precision execution level, while the U.S. directed the overall strategy and brought the power and coordination to make it happen. The precision was unreal: cutting-edge, top-notch technology, the best specialists in the world, and targeting that actually feels more like a surgical rescue mission than old-school war. From where I sit, Trump directed the overall strategy and brought the raw power: choking off the regime’s money, isolating it internationally, cutting the lifelines from Europe and some Arab states. That created the conditions for this to actually land. On the psychological side and negotiations, it feels like Trump played the big-picture game, timing the pressure, the deterrence, and the right mix of fear and openings to get maximum results with as little unnecessary cost as possible. I really hope Americans come to recognize the courage, professionalism, and skill of their military and the patriots in the administration in this. Right now, it feels like we’re nowhere close to giving them the credit this level of work has earned. For us Iranians who have suffered so long, this wasn’t about destruction. It was about finally creating a chance for something better. We will be forever grateful. #ThankYouTrump‌ #miga

The Woke Left are Terrorists. They ruined Iran in 1979 by supporting the Muslim Nazis. Now they're doing the same in the west. And on top of that, these deranged leftie terrorists are now physically attacking HRH Reza Pahlavi, the hope of 80 million Iranians. Enough is enough.

Cancer diagnosis reaches new record levels in the UK. Someone is now diagnosed with cancer every 80 seconds in the UK. Doctors are baffled ! See below from over two years ago in the Chamber of the House of Commons. No one wanted to hear then and they still don’t want to hear now.

So proud of @sheilanazarian. Her video was shared by President Trump on his truth social account last night.

Shocking and sickening beyond comprehension.

IT BEGINS Moderna has now begun injecting people with their new mRNA bird flu vaccine in their phase 3 trials. An organization called CEPI is funding $54.3 million for this trial. Guess who is a major donor to CEPI? Bill Gates.

This is huge. It deserves mainstream news coverage

“They’re killing me!” Those three words exploded through the phone like a gunshot in my chest. I had barely said “Hello” when my wife’s voice, raw, ragged, terrified, ripped the world in half. In the background I heard pure chaos: men shouting, dogs snarling , stuff crashing, and then a sickening thud as the phone was ripped from her hand and the line went dead. My mind blanked. I don’t remember starting the car. I only remember the engine screaming as I tore out of the parking lot, fifteen kilometres of tarmac between me and the only thing that mattered. Nine-and-a-half miles. It felt like nine-and-a-half lifetimes. The road blurred into streaks of colour and light. I have no idea how I didn’t kill myself or anyone else. All I knew was that my wife was at our house with monsters, and every second I was late was another second they could finish what they’d started. While I drove like a man possessed, I abused the speed-dial of my phone. Yes, I broke the law by using a cellphone while driving like a madman. I was doing fleet management for half a dozen private security companies at the time. I screamed at every CEO I had on my contact list, how they even understood the banshee wail coming out of my mouth, I’ll never know. But they did. Within minutes the cavalry was rolling. I skidded into our street and slammed on the brakes. It looked like a war zone lit up for Christmas. Thirty vehicles crammed the road, armoured response cars, ambulances, private security SUVs, police vans, their blue and red lights pulsating across the walls of every house. Massive security dogs strained on leashes. Men in full battle-rattle all over, watching, waiting. Dunno where and how I parked. I just ran. My feet pounded down the driveway and the horror hit me in layers: brass bullet casings glittering on the concrete like deadly confetti… dark splashes of blood still wet on the paving… the metallic smell hanging thick in the air. Armoured operators with automatic rifles swept every corner, voices clipped and professional. I slid through the front door and there she was. My wife, my beautiful, unbreakable wife, was slumped in a dining-room chair like a broken doll. Her clothes hung in torn ribbons. Blanket over her shoulders. Deep scratches raked her arms and neck. Her hair was a wild tangle. She was sobbing so hard her whole body shook. Police officers knelt beside her, gentle but insistent, trying to pull the story out of her shock. The moment she saw me, the world stopped. We crashed into each other’s arms so hard it hurt. I held her like the earth might rip her away again if I loosened my grip even a millimetre. She buried her face in my chest and we just clung, two survivors in the eye of the storm, while the house buzzed with armed men and flashing lights. Only later, when the shaking finally eased, did we learn the full story. Five savages had ambushed her the second her car rolled into the driveway. They ripped at her clothes, trying to drag her inside. But our Dobermans, our silent, black shadows, had other plans. The dogs hit them like missiles. The attackers panicked and opened fire at point-blank range, straight at my wife. Not a single bullet left the barrels. Later we collected the spent rounds ourselves. Every single casing had a perfect firing-pin strike… but every primer was dead. Misfire after misfire after misfire. God was in control that day. He had been in control the whole time. And in the middle of the blood and the brass and the sirens, the only thing that still made sense was the woman in my arms, alive, breathing, mine. We were never the same again. But we were still together. And that, more than anything, was the miracle. The blood belonged to the attackers, thanks to our beloved Dobies.

So many people I know have been murdered back home in South Africa - or if they’re ‘lucky’ just attacked or robbed. But this one is utterly senseless. I grew up with Bruce in Johannesburg. He wouldn’t have hurt a fly. Violence has become so gut-wrenchingly commonplace -but that this genuinely good and kind man was beaten to death in his own home is very very very hard to comprehend. Unfathomable. Heartbreaking. Utterly shameful

Serious violent crime in South Africa has spiraled out of control. In any functioning democracy, a government so spectacularly incapable, and often unwilling, to protect its citizens would have been voted out years ago. Instead, we have seen active complicity in the breakdown of law and order: the deliberate weakening, politicization and mismanagement of the entire criminal justice system, from understaffed, unproductive and often corrupt police units to dysfunctional courts and overcrowded prisons. The result is not merely incompetence, but the effective surrender of millions of South Africans to predators.

Corruption really robbed South Africa of its full potential. We could’ve been so much further by now.