JackTLadd

@internetofshit 🤔I guess I'll never make it in the tech industry...

Hang it in the Louvre.

So to be clear, the BBC and ITV are censoring a political advert because the Reform politicians being *quoted* are too offensive to be broadcast, and therefore their words must be hidden from the public? This is just the BBC helping out Farage again isn't it?

How cruel do you have to be to try and ban trans people from a non-competitive, fun community run?

“In the end, the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it.” — George Orwell, “1984”

“Thank you females for coming to the White House for whatever reason you’re here… Let me shake these five guys hands that have nothing to do with this picture! Thanks for being men and being here! Oh yeah, and go sports tennis!!!”

Israel killed every single person in this photo in Lebanon. Every. Single. One. All journalists. Targeted and assassinated intentionally. For reporting the truth from the frontlines.

She was never meant to matter. Just a pretty young translator in the room. But in 1940, after German forces took control of France, Jeannie Rousseau’s father put his 21-year-old daughter forward to work as an interpreter for Nazi officers in Brittany. She spoke flawless German. She was elegant, warm, and disarming. The officers relaxed around her. Relaxed enough to speak openly, even when they shouldn’t have. Jeannie listened. At first, she kept everything in her head. Then she began passing along what she heard to the French Resistance. In 1941, the Gestapo arrested her on suspicion of spying. Her case went before a military tribunal. But the German officers in Dinard who knew her defended her fiercely. They swore she was innocent. She was released, but ordered to leave the coastal area. So she went to Paris. And got another job as a translator. This time, she worked for a French industrial organization that regularly interacted with German military leadership. Then, during a chance encounter on a night train, she ran into an old university classmate named Georges Lamarque. That meeting changed everything. Through him, she joined a spy network known as The Druids. Her codename: Amniarix. Lamarque remembered her from the University of Paris, where she had graduated top of her class and shown an extraordinary gift for languages. He asked her to work for the network. She agreed without hesitation. Her technique was brilliant because it seemed so harmless. She listened carefully. She asked innocent-sounding questions. And when German officers described things that sounded unbelievable, she acted doubtful. In 1943, some of the same officers she had known in Dinard began discussing a terrifying new weapon. Rockets that could travel enormous distances. Faster than any aircraft. A weapon of terror that could reshape the war. Jeannie widened her eyes and played the skeptic. “That can’t be real,” she told them. “You must be exaggerating.” They pushed back. Said it was true. She kept doubting them. Again and again. “What you’re saying is impossible,” she insisted. Over and over, maybe a hundred times. And that worked. They became so determined to convince her that one officer actually showed her technical sketches of the rockets. Full details. Plans. Information about the testing site — Peenemünde, on the Baltic coast. Jeannie wasn’t an engineer. She didn’t fully understand the science. But she had one gift the officers never suspected: an almost photographic memory. She memorized it all. The figures. The dimensions. The descriptions. Every important detail. Then she repeated everything, word for word, to her Resistance contacts. Those reports were passed to British intelligence in London. What she uncovered was staggering. Germany was developing the V-1 and V-2 rockets — weapons capable of striking British cities from hundreds of miles away. Weapons that could slaughter thousands of civilians. British intelligence officer R. V. Jones received her reports. When he asked who the source was, he was told only that it came from “a young woman, the most remarkable of her generation.” And her information changed the course of the war. In August 1943, Britain sent 560 bombers to attack Peenemünde. The strike disrupted the Nazi rocket program. It slowed production. It interrupted testing. And it saved thousands of lives. Jeannie kept working through 1944. She traveled deep into Germany with French industrialists, watching, listening, and reporting everything back. British intelligence was so impressed by her accuracy that they arranged to bring her to London for an in-person debrief. They called her a “human tape recorder.” The extraction was set for spring 1944, from the town of Tréguier in Brittany. But the French agent assigned to guide the team through the minefields was captured at the rendezvous point. The mission collapsed. Her cover was blown. The Gestapo arrested her and sent her to Ravensbrück concentration camp. Then to Torgau. Then to yet another camp, each worse than the one before. She spent the final year of the war being moved through three concentration camps. And still, she said nothing. She never revealed what she had done. Never gave up the intelligence she had gathered. Not as her body weakened. Not as tuberculosis consumed her. Not as starvation brought her close to death. When the Swedish Red Cross liberated her in 1945, she was barely alive. She slowly recovered in a sanatorium in Sweden. There she met Henri de Clarens, a survivor of both Buchenwald and Auschwitz. They later married and had two children. After the war, Jeannie worked as a freelance interpreter for the United Nations and other organizations. She stayed away from attention. She avoided journalists. She avoided historians. For decades, most people barely knew her story. In 1993, she accepted the CIA’s Agency Seal Medal. In 1998, she finally agreed to speak with Washington Post journalist David Ignatius. It was the first time she had truly opened up to a reporter. He asked her why she had done it. Why she had risked everything when so many others kept their heads down. She seemed almost puzzled by the question. “It wasn’t a choice,” she said. “It was what you did. At the time, we all thought we would die. I don’t understand the question. How could I not do it?” France had already made her a member of the Legion of Honor in 1955. In 2009, she was elevated to grand officer. She also received the Resistance Medal and the Croix de Guerre. Jeannie Rousseau de Clarens died in August 2017 at 98 years old. For most of her life, she insisted her role had been small. “I was one small stone,” she said. But that small stone helped stop rockets from raining down on London. That small stone helped save thousands of lives. That small stone was a 21-year-old woman who pretended not to believe what she was hearing — and then remembered every word. So if you’ve ever wondered what a person does when courage is the only path left, Jeannie gave the answer long ago: You do what must be done. You don’t stop to ask why. You just do it.

A former British commando has described the distribution of aid in Gaza as being like an episode of Netflix's Squid Games by @jjgjourno thecanary.co/global/world-n…

WHAT IS THE CHARGE? FRONT-RUNNING AN OVERSEAS COUP D’ÉTAT? A SUCCULENT VENEZUELAN COUP D’ÉTAT?

The Trump family has made $4 billion off the presidency. Crypto: $3.02B Persian Gulf deals: $425.8M Qatari jet: $150M Legal fees/merch: $127.7M Mar-a-Lago: $125M Corporate deals: $91M Hanoi hotel: $40M Truth Social: $25M Don Jr: $19.6M Unprecedented kleptocracy.

Sky has apologised after asking a mother of three, whose house was destroyed in a fire, to return her TV box or face a £58 charge. She had to save herself and her kids and is likely traumatised, but they wanted that burnt thing back. 😳 bbc.com/news/articles/…

He painted her for three months — stopping every time the sirens came, starting again every time the sky cleared. Artist Oleksandr Korban created the mural "Вільна" ("Free") on a wall in Kyiv's DVRZ district. No projector. No tracing. Straight onto the surface, freehand. Dozens of air alert interruptions. The girl has no name — she is, the artist says, every Ukrainian woman who waits, hopes, and believes. That's not just paint on a wall. That's what staying looks like.

Fuck this and fuck them for eternity if they give this monster a pardon.

RIP Barrie Tomlinson, the British comics editor who oversaw Roy of the Rovers, the rebooted Eagle (he wrote its darkest strip, Survival), wrote Death Wish for Speed, and created legendary horror comic Scream! A true gent.

We’re losing the ancient texts

Offshore wind turbines roughly three times the height of the Statue of Liberty were spinning off the coast of Rhode Island Thursday, sending clean electricity to the region. Wind farms are taking shape and operating along the East Coast, even as President Donald Trump seeks to end the U.S. offshore wind industry.

Remember when Laurence Fox sued me for calling him a racist? Now he’s sitting outside universities, debating students, and saying the N-word.

You know what never seems to make the front pages of the UK media? Native born British white paedophile gangs. Like this one in Bolton. Just this week. Who saw this on the front page of Daily Mail ? Who saw this being discussed for seven hours by @GBNEWS ? Nobody.

Trump is paying himself $9 million as the Ballroom "Contractor" Republicans can STFU about fraud for eternity!

software engineers and cs grad students right now: