andrew windle

I'd like to apologise to this chap if we make him anxious

If their were a GE tomorrow, how would you vote? Comment other (only four spaces) (RT for larger sample size)

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🛑 Here's a list of Human Rights violators that removed 'Trial by Jury': Napoleon Bonaparte Vladimir Lenin Joseph Stalin Adolf Hitler Benito Mussolini Francisco Franco Fidel Castro Kim Il-sung ... and now: David Lammy Labour are DESTROYING our nation.

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@truthache68 @BrockRiddickIFB Paradox

@BrockRiddickIFB In the Bible, when anyone mentions “scriptures”, it is only referring to the Old Testament. At the time the New Testament was written, the Hebrew scriptures—primarily the Torah, Prophets, and Writings (Tanakh)—were the established sacred texts.

@elonmusk Can they be switched off remotely?

Many more Tesla self-driving V14 improvements still to come, but wide rollout of V14.1 has begun. 14.2 rolls out in a few weeks and then 14.3 a few weeks later, depending on safety testing. There is so much change that we are carefully confirming each one.

The scary truth about electric cars

He is now meant to be in charge of Gaza. Do you still not see the link between Digital ID at home & the industrial slaughter required to achieve Greater Israel abroad?

One month before turning 95, Patricia Routledge wrote this, she died today aged 96. “I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. When I was younger, I often worried I wasn’t good enough—that I’d never be cast again, that I’d disappoint my mother. But these days begin in peace and end in gratitude.” In my forties, my life finally began to make sense. Before that, I’d performed steadily—provincial stages, radio plays, West End productions—but felt somewhat lost. I was searching for something within myself, a home I hadn’t yet found. At 50, I took a television role that many of you would later know me by—Hyacinth Bucket from Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would just be a minor role, a brief moment. I never expected it to become beloved across the globe. That character taught me to embrace my quirks and quietly healed something deep within me. At 60, I started learning Italian—not for my career, but simply so I could sing opera in its native tongue. I learned the gentle art of living alone without loneliness, reading poetry aloud each night—not to perfect diction, but to soothe my spirit. At 70, I returned to Shakespearean theatre, a place I once thought I’d aged out of. This time, there was nothing to prove. I stepped onto those legendary boards with calmness. The audience felt that serenity. I had stopped performing; I was simply being. At 80, I discovered watercolor painting. I painted flowers from my garden, nostalgic hats from my youth, and faces glimpsed on the London Underground—each painting was a silent memory made tangible. Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning the simple joy of baking rye bread. I still breathe deeply each morning. Laughter remains precious, though I no longer feel the need to make others laugh. Quietness is sweeter than ever. I’m writing this today to share something simple and true: Growing older isn’t a final act—it can be life’s most exquisite chapter if you allow yourself to bloom once more. Let the years ahead be your treasure years. You don’t have to be perfect, famous, or adored. You only need to be present—fully—for the life that’s yours. With warmth and gentle love, — Patricia Routledge RIP

🛑 Our Authoritarian Govt are now going to spend the next 4 years hammering us with messaging to accept Digital ID. We must all be vigilant and spend the next 4 years educating others on how Digital ID is the END of freedom. It fails with Mass Non Compliance. #NoToDigitalID

Keep sharing the petition to stop the introduction of digital ID. 2.7 million signatures so far! petition.parliament.uk/petitions/7301…

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🚨🇬🇧 “This is the start of a Social Credit System, it’s wrong & everybody should say no” ‼️ “When you’ve eaten too much Beef & overstepped you’re Co2 Allowance, when you go to fill up your car it won’t let you put petrol in” Send this clip to anyone who think the Chinese style Digital ID is for their benefit

Approaching 1.5m signatures now. Please do sign if you are against the introduction of compulsory Digital ID cards. There are so many concerns with this one. petition.parliament.uk/petitions/7301…

ESSENTIAL READING 👇 These are the powers Tony Blair and his masters, who profit beyond your dreams from your data and its control, want @Keir_Starmer to get the government to grab with Digital ID. READ THIS AND UNDERSTAND

Blair claims there is growing support for digital id. What do you say?

The Kingdom of the Little Rulebook Once upon a time there was a Kingdom. To keep order, the rulers wrote a small book of rules. It was simple: what was allowed, what was forbiddenvand how justice was to be done. At first, the people trusted it. The book was held high, praised as the foundation of fairness. But as years passed, a strange thing happened. The very men and women who wrote the book began to act as though its words did not bind them. They quoted its pages at the people, yet ignored its commands when it inconvenienced their own power. The farmers noticed. The merchants noticed. Even the children noticed - The book was sacred only when it was useful to the rulers and their purposes and agendas. The people grew angry. Their voices rose, but the rulers said: “Hush, the rulebook is perfect. See? It says so right here.” And still the rulers ignored it. At last the people saw the truth: a book that is not obeyed by those who write it is no rulebook at all - it is a mask, a hollow prop, a trick. And so the people made a choice. Some still begged the rulers to listen. Others began to gather together, to write their own words, not on paper but in action: rules that applied to all, or to none at all. The Kingdom split in two - those who clung to the mask and those who demanded substance. Which side prevails depends only on courage. The Warning To the people: If you forget your power, the little rulebook will remain forever a cage, binding you but never your rulers. To the rulebook-writers: If you believe your rules do not bind you, remember this - every Kingdom that broke its own promises has fallen, not from invasion, but from within. The people always notice in the end and they already have.