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Putin’s Propaganda Perfectly Put.

Simply INCREDIBLE scenes coming out of the Žalgiris - Rytas basketball match, as the fans of both teams United to chant “Slava Ukraine” in a show of solidarity. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like this before in my life 🇱🇹❤️🇺🇦

HE IS 16. His name is Mohammad Hossein Shokri. Not a criminal. Not a threat. A child. Arrested while working, selling corn cobs. Sentenced to death. Let that sink in: A 16-year-old facing execution. Don’t scroll. Don’t stay silent. Say his name. Share it everywhere.

Japan is using piezoelectric floor tiles in busy areas like Shibuya and Tokyo Stations to convert footsteps into clean electricity.

BREAKING. The country President Trump called “very late as usual” just parked a nuclear submarine within Tomahawk range of Iran. HMS Anson, an Astute-class nuclear-powered attack submarine, is now positioned in the northern Arabian Sea with cruise missiles capable of reaching targets deep inside Iranian territory. Britain did not announce this with a press conference. The Daily Mail published the positioning. The submarine speaks for itself. HMS Anson left Perth earlier this month and traveled 5,500 miles to the Arabian Sea. It carries Tomahawk Block IV cruise missiles and Spearfish heavyweight torpedoes. Its Rolls-Royce reactor will not need refuelling for 25 years. Its pump-jet propulsor makes it one of the quietest submarines in any navy. It does not need to surface to strike. It does not need permission from Washington. Starmer authorises launches through Permanent Joint Headquarters at Northwood. This is a British weapon under British command. The sequence matters. On the first day of the war, Iran fired two intermediate-range ballistic missiles at Diego Garcia, a British territory in the Indian Ocean. Neither hit. Trump publicly criticised the UK as “very late” and “disappointing” in its response. Starmer initially hesitated on US requests to use British bases for strike operations. Then Britain authorised the use of UK bases, including Diego Garcia, for operations to prevent Iran from attacking ships in the Strait of Hormuz. Iran responded by warning that British lives are now at risk. Britain responded by sending a submarine that can put a Tomahawk through a window in Tehran from underwater without surfacing. The escalation ladder from “very late” to nuclear attack submarine took less than three weeks. Starmer’s calculation is not ideological. It is economic. The UK imports significant quantities of LNG and oil through Gulf supply routes. The Strait of Hormuz carries approximately 20 percent of global seaborne oil trade. British energy prices are already surging from the Hormuz closure. British pharmaceutical supply chains depend on Indian manufacturers who depend on Gulf crude. The same supply-chain vulnerability that connects Modi’s Nowruz phone call to Ohio pharmacies connects Starmer’s submarine deployment to British gas bills. The submarine is not defending democracy. It is defending heating costs. The Astute-class is the most capable attack submarine Britain has ever built. Seven are planned. Five have been commissioned. HMS Anson, the fifth, entered service in 2022. At 97 metres and 7,800 tonnes submerged, it carries a crew of 98 in a hull designed to operate at depths exceeding 300 metres. It is smaller than the American Virginia-class but rated quieter by multiple independent assessments. It carries fewer missiles but needs fewer sailors. In a strait where stealth matters more than volume, the boat that cannot be heard is more dangerous than the fleet that can be seen. The UK is now the third nation with strike capability deployed in the war theatre, after the United States and Israel. France has the Charles de Gaulle carrier group for air operations. Greece has a Patriot battery defending Saudi refineries. Twenty-three nations signed a statement. But only Britain has put a nuclear-powered platform carrying land-attack cruise missiles underwater in the Arabian Sea with the authority to fire them on the Prime Minister’s order. Trump said late. Starmer sent a submarine. The missile it carries can reach Tehran. The reactor that powers it will not need fuel until 2047. And the man who authorises the launch is the same man Iran threatened by name when it said British lives are at risk. The threat was noted. The submarine arrived. Full analysis: open.substack.com/pub/shanakaans…

Absolute apocalyptic scenes in Tehran. Israel bombed a massive oil depot causing toxic black acid rain to fall on millions of civilians. Even the Trump administration is reportedly dismayed by the catastrophic environmental and human damage.

Russia Russia, Russia was never a hoax. It was never disproven. He was never vindicated by it. It was another lie you were dumb enough to believe. Look at what he has just done recently for his buddy Putin, who likely has a video of him doing something HORRIFIC to a child.

‼️ Brexit hasn’t worked and we’re drifting back towards the EU… but without anyone wanting to admit it. Instead, we’re getting a “Swiss cheese Brexit” bits of access here, bits of alignment there, and endless negotiation in between. Which basically means: 👉 we pay, but don’t have power 👉 we follow rules, but don’t shape them 👉 and the friction never really goes away And when you look at farming, it’s even clearer what this leads to: 👉 continued exposure to imports 👉 no meaningful protection 👉 no real food security strategy That’s exactly how you undermine your own ability to feed the country.

Trump is finding out the hard way that you can’t tariff Europe, abandon Ukraine, praise Putin, threaten to invade Greenland, constantly insult Europe, and then expect Europe’s support in an illegal and badly planned war built on lies that he launched without warning us

This should be a no brainier for the UK. What’s stopping us?

The Cat Ba langur, found only on Cát Bà Island, Vietnam, is one of the rarest primates. Babies are born bright orange before turning black. Fewer than 80 remain in the wild, threatened by hunting and habitat loss.

Last hope to save Apache sacred land fizzles out at Supreme Court Trump has transferred the land to a private mining company that will obliterate this ancient land A massive copper mining project to turn a sacred religious site into a 2-mile-wide crater courthousenews.com/last-hope-to-s…

At the Salvador Allende hospital in Havana today, when the Puerto Rican delegation brought their huge suitcases of medicine in. The entire U.S. government didn't want this to happen, and the activists made sure Cuban doctors would get supplies anyway. Incredible people.

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

@FraserNelson Glad someone's looking at this Fraser. There's dirty State money swilling around in UK politics to destabilise the country. The people are being fed an avalanche of falsehoods.

@FraserNelson The V-Dem 2026 report shows a US drop from 20th to 51st place. A move to 1965 levels of democracy at an unprecedented speed. The UK is tracking this exact slide. Without a grip on shadowy crypto money and with a feeble Ofcom we are hurtling toward the same hollowed out status.

@FraserNelson Man of the people innit 😀 “Nigel Farage could be in line for a £9 million payday before the next general election if the crypto business he has invested in flourishes”. Nigel Farage invests again in Kwasi Kwarteng’s crypto company thetimes.com/article/cddb4c…

- Farage buys £215k of shares in a crypto company and instantly doubles his money. - Reform is now outspending every other party, thanks to crypto king donations Could crypto money reshape UK politics as quickly as it has America's ? My column:- comment.press/refc

Worth remembering where Nathan Gill, Farage’s close aide and Welsh Reform leader, was heading when arrested for bribery by Putin’s pal Medvedchuk — to a crypto and politics event in Moscow sponsored by the Kremlin ➡️ bylinetimes.com/2025/10/17/wha…

Magnitogorsk Iron and Steel Works, one of Russia’s largest steel producers employing 700k people across about 100 single industry towns, has now reduced its capacity to 60%, almost completely halted investments and equipment repairs, and is preparing to lay off 10% of workers.