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🤣Can I book Grok to write my eulogy? On a good day my family would call me an argumentative, opinionated and angry ex-squadie who moans a lot while making sawdust. x.com/i/grok/share/4…

@ClaudiaWebbe Your deceit is getting really boring now. (And take your fake tick off, you are a nobody.)

350 children are in Israeli prisons right now. Over 9,300 Palestinians detained -half without charge. Now Israel adds the death penalty, Palestinian-only, enforced by military courts. Ben Gvir raised a toast. The UK government raised no objection and raised no arms embargo

@im_PULSE @BBCNewsnight @DouglasKMurray @BBCNews Anjem Choudhury is an Islamist, a racist, a criminal & a convicted terrorist happily & deservedly serving a life sentence in prison. Douglas Murray is a writer. As soon as you realise the difference between all these vocations, you too can become a productive member of society.

@thinkdefence The next question should be, where will Argentina be purchasing these weapons from? Will we be facing US F-35s?

Next time, we will be on our own, with zero help from the USA.

@WoodlandNomad I tried to mentally make a list of my favourite local trees. I gave up as the list would have needed a spreadsheet so large that Microsoft couldn't cope.

Maybe we need a countrywide (or worldwide) list of notable trees to visit 🤔#TreeClub🌳

@spurssglobal @WhoScored No more loans.

🇭🇷🤯 Luka Vuskovic is the highest-rated centre-back (7.32) on @WhoScored in Europe's top five leagues this season across all competitions. 💫

Starmer didn’t remove the whip from convicted fraudster Tulip Siddiq or from Chinese spy Joani Reid, but he did remove it from Karl Turner because he disagreed with the removal of jury trials. Labour have sunk to new lows this week.

Labour Loves the Countryside. It Just Hates the People Who Run It. A woman walks into a tailor's shop in Helmsley, North Yorkshire. She loves the heather hills, she says. The wooded dales. The purple moorland stretching to the horizon. What she cannot stand is the shooting that takes place on the Glorious Twelfth. Jeremy Shaw, the tailor, has heard this before. He considers whether to explain that the heather she travelled three hours to admire exists because of the grouse moor she despises. The gamekeepers who manage the land, suppress the bracken, and keep the moorland in the condition that makes it worth visiting. The cake, in other words, was baked by the baker she came to castigate. What is worrying is that the government shares her confusion. On March 18, Labour published its Land Use Framework. Half a million acres earmarked for solar panels. Nine percent of farmland committed to rewilding. And buried on page 45, a proposal to license game bird shooting, potentially restricting pheasant and partridge releases onto estates. The trail hunting ban came first. Licensing comes next. Each measure arrives with its own rationale. Together they form a programme. Licensing does not prohibit. Bureaucracy does not ban. Smaller shoots simply cannot absorb compliance costs, fold quietly, and nobody in Whitehall answers for the consequence. A Natural England case near Helmsley shows the method. A longstanding partridge shoot was barred from releasing birds until after the season had already started. Shoot days cancelled. Revenue gone. Natural England's hands formally clean. Helmsley bucks every trend in British retail. Four pubs in the town square. A Michelin-starred inn nearby. A tailor forty years in business in what a mentor once called a dying trade. Seventy-five percent of Shaw's revenue is shooting-related. The Pheasant hotel runs at sixty percent shooting occupancy through winter. The deli sells local cheese to Norwegian and German sportsmen. Shooting contributes £3.3 billion annually to the UK economy and supports nearly 147,000 jobs. Pull the shooting thread and the weave comes apart. One Helmsley pub changed hands a few years ago. The new owners decided they wanted nothing to do with shoot trade. They lost heavily, then went back to the estates cap in hand. The market delivered the verdict that policy is not yet ready to impose openly. Licensing achieves the same result without anyone having to take responsibility. The conservation argument collapses under scrutiny. Grouse moor owners have restored 217,000 acres of upland heath in the past 25 years. The almost-extinct curlew is four times more likely to fledge on a managed grouse moor than on unmanaged moorland. The landscape that Whitehall has identified as the problem is the reason the landscape exists in the form they claim to value. When asked what economic trade-offs it had actually modelled, the government was vague. Officials said they recognised shooting's cultural importance and would work with industry toward a sustainable relationship. Starmer has been invited to visit Helmsley and see how the economy functions. He has not replied. He should go. He should meet the gamekeeper loading double guns through winter to keep the household solvent. The beaters earning seventy pounds a day. The tailor measuring 24 keepers for tweed suits stitched with Essex lining and Yorkshire zips. What rural Britain is being offered instead is a licensing regime that will first eliminate smaller shoots, then larger ones, then the hotels and tailors and pubs, until the moorland reverts to bracken and the towns that shooting sustained join the dying high streets that apparently only the countryside had managed to avoid. The heather on the North York Moors, Jeremy Shaw at Carters Country Wear, and the market town of Helmsley. All three exist because of shooting. Labour's Land Use Framework puts all three at risk.

Citizenship is not a passport—it is loyalty. It answers a simple question: where do I belong, and what am I willing to defend? In this conversation for @RestoringWest with @Todd_Huizinga, I argue that the West cannot be renewed until citizenship once again means commitment—not access.

@QueenAnticommie You should see the rest of the work they do. @SheldrickTrust

This is amazing! I wonder if the elephant will remember

Let me explain something to the MAGA crowd, because clearly someone needs to. They seem to think NATO is cosmic room service. You pick up the phone, say “hello, we’re having a bit of a war here,” and thirty-one countries march to your rescue. A continental Uber for military adventures. That is not how it works. Article 5 is a mutual defense clause. The clue is in the word mutual. And it has been triggered exactly once in NATO’s entire history. After September 11. When America was attacked. Not Europe. America. Every NATO member showed up. They went to Afghanistan. They fought. They bled. They died. In America’s war. On America’s behalf. Now imagine they hadn’t. Over 1,100 allied soldiers died in Afghanistan. British, Canadian, German, Danish, Polish. And yes, even Ukrainian soldiers, who had no NATO obligation whatsoever. Gone. Without them, those are American names on those graves. Sons from Ohio. Fathers from Georgia. Kids from Nebraska who never came home. Then there is the money. NATO allies spent over 100 billion dollars on a war that started on American soil. Without that, Washington pays every cent. On top of the 2 to 3 trillion the war already cost. And without allied bases across Europe and Central Asia, American supply lines collapse entirely. Without British forces in Helmand and Canadians in Kandahar, the Taliban reconstitutes in three years instead of ten. The gaps get filled one way. More American deployments. More American coffins arriving at Dover. Afghanistan was bloody. But NATO took the hit. Without them, every single one of those casualties would have had an American name. Trump called allies like these losers. Suckers. If you are a certain kind of broken person, that probably makes sense to you. But for the rest of us, what those soldiers did has a different name. Honor. The bond between men who have been in the same dirt, under the same fire. Between Brits and Americans, Frenchmen and Norwegians, Canadians and Danes. Not a diplomatic relationship. A blood bond. Brotherhood forged in places most people will never see and cannot imagine. In that culture, you do not mock a fallen ally. You do not sneer at the dead. It is the lowest thing a human being can do. Trump did it to a standing ovation. If you are a MAGA supporter travelling to NATO countries, understand this. There are no friendly pats on the back waiting for you. No one will buy you a beer. The governments who share your worldview sit in Minsk, Moscow and Pyongyang. Brutal dictatorships where journalists disappear, elections are theatre and dissent is a medical condition treated in basements. Not London. Not Paris. Not Rome, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Berlin or Ottawa. You have abandoned the open societies, the free press, the rule of law, the places where people actually want to live. You traded the best of civilization for a very small, very dark room. Frankly, it serves you right.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

Here's the cultural difference between the Muslim rape gangs and my British community; If I had a Kidnapped child tied up in my house, and telephoned 7 friend's to come round and join in. Those 7 friend's would kick the fuck out of me and ring the old bill. We're not the same.

@ZackPolanski It's a good job we don't have "law of the jungle", or you would find yourself with the job of bait to stop you talking shit.

Keir Starmer utterly silent on the war crimes that are happening. He'll drone on about a special relationship but nothing to say on war crimes in Iran, Lebanon, Palestine. Trump and Netanyahu able to behave like we have law of the jungle.

Robert is thirty-six years old. In 1247, this is not young. Robert knows this. His knees know this. His back has known this since approximately 1239. Robert lives in a village in Worcestershire with his wife Agnes, three surviving children, and two chickens he is not allowed to eat because the chickens produce eggs and the eggs matter more than the chickens. Today is a Tuesday in March. Robert will describe it as a Tuesday in March. The concept of a 'week' as a unit of leisure is not yet something Robert has access to. 5:00am - Up. Pottage on the fire. The pottage is oats, leeks, and some dried parsnip from the autumn store. There is a small piece of salted pork in it, approximately the size of Robert's thumb. It is mostly flavouring. Robert eats around it for as long as possible, then eats it, then thinks about it for the rest of the morning. 6:00am - Field. Robert works the lord's strip first, then his own. The ground is still cold. His boots have a hole. He has had the hole since October. He has packed it with rags. The rags are wet. They will remain wet until June. Robert is technically eating a plant-based diet. He is not doing this by choice. He is doing this because meat belongs to the lord, the deer belong to the king's forest, and the last man in this village who was caught with an unlicensed rabbit spent a period in the stocks that his family still doesn't fully discuss. 10:00am - Brief rest. Rye bread, hard. A small onion. Robert thinks about the pig that was slaughtered in November. He thinks about this often. The memory of fat is a specific and enduring thing when you don't have much of it. 1:00pm - Back to the field. Robert's average daily calorie intake is somewhere between 1,500 and 2,000 calories, the majority from grain. He is doing agricultural labour that modern exercise scientists would classify as extremely high intensity. He is, measurably, running on insufficient fuel. He is aware of this in the way that you are aware of things that cannot be changed: completely, and without drama. 4:00pm - Home. Agnes has made more pottage. It is similar to this morning's pottage. Robert eats it. Robert's teeth hurt. They have hurt for two years. There is no dentist. There is a barber-surgeon in the market town seven miles away. Robert cannot afford the barber-surgeon and cannot take the day from the fields. His teeth continue to hurt. 7:00pm - Sleep. Robert will be awake again at five. He is thirty-six. He will probably not see forty. The leading cause of death for men in his position is a combination of infection, injury, and the slow arithmetic of malnutrition across a lifetime. Somewhere, eight hundred years from now, someone will describe Robert's diet as "ancestral," "plant-forward," and "aligned with the earth." Robert would have a great deal to say about this. Robert does not have the energy.

@WoodlandNomad Mine are a sort of rusty colour. They live outside until I need them to weigh something down.

Currently reviewing whether green is still my favourite colour 🥵

@WoodlandNomad You've made my day. All I need to do now is sell it for millions before I die.

@sodthisfor I would say so 😁

Trees as art 😊#TreeClub🌳

On this day in 1982, the Falkland Islands were invaded by Argentina. Never take your freedom, sovereignty and democracy for granted. 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

@Microinteracti1 @thinkdefence Have you covered these on your site?

🇰🇷 South Korea quietly won the missile defense arms race, and almost nobody noticed. While Washington was busy explaining why Patriot batteries cost as much as a small country’s GDP, Seoul’s Cheongung system went 29 for 30 in its combat debut over Iranian airspace. That is a 96.7% kill rate. In real missiles. In a real war. LIG Nex1 built a system that works better and costs a fraction of the price. Gulf nations are already calling. The order books are filling up. South Korea just became the most interesting arms exporter on the planet. The Patriot lobby will not enjoy this week. Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

I am the most unartistic person I know. I can't draw, paint, sing or compose, and I can't remember my parents ever putting my childhood scribbles on the wall. And yet I have created this. 😎 I know it's not great, it's a test piece. Mistakes have been made and lessons learnt. @WoodlandNomad Can I enter this in your Treeclub?