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@Simply_Tessy Thanks be to God!

Tell me you’re Catholic without telling me you’re Catholic 😂 I’ll go first: “Lift up your heart” #CatholicTwitter

@copesint Thank you so much

I'm coming out of private because this hantavirus thing is getting ridiculous. Before I explain the facts of the virus, here's why you should listen to me: Unlike most of the people on my feed, I am a Chemical, Biological, Radiological, and Nuclear defense officer. My job is to ensure that large, closely-packed groups of people are not infected by diseases both endemic to the environment and manufactured by an enemy. Andes hantavirus has an extremely low transmissibility rate. You need to be in prolonged, close contact with someone to catch it. Transmission between humans is documented but so rare that it is considered exceptional. This is not COVID (for example, the common cold is a type of coronavirus). The 40% mortality rate figure is also a distortion of reality. The disease is treatable and anywhere with an adequate hospital can save you – rates are between 1-15%. This 40% rate is because Andean hantavirus is endemic to a region with very poor access to medical care. If you live in a developed country, you have nothing to worry about. (cdc.gov/hantavirus/abo…) The chances of the virus mutating to become more infectious are low, but not impossible. If it does become more infectious, it will also become less lethal. This is a basic, natural evolutionary tradeoff to ensure the virus's propagation. Of seven suspected (two confirmed) cases, three have already died. Based on the case timeline, they likely contracted the disease in Argentina before boarding (they boarded on April 1 and first showed symptoms on April 6 – the virus takes at least one week to show symptoms). That leaves four people who could possibly transmit the virus, all of whom are hospitalized. (who.int/emergencies/di…) The flight attendant had minimal if any contact with the infected passenger who was removed and isolated before the plane took off. Her symptoms also onset far too early to be related to this case. She has already tested negative for hantavirus. If you have questions I'm happy to answer, but there is genuinely no threat to public health from this outbreak on a cruise ship. Don't fall for people fearmongering a pandemic for engagement money.

🇩🇰 Copenhagen's Green-led council is limiting elderly care residents to 80 grams of beef per week for climate reasons. That works out to 11.4 grams a day, which is less meat than most people put in a single taco. A Green party rep explained the logic: the elderly "have been the biggest climate sinners throughout their lives." So the plan is apparently to make them atone for it in their final years, one thimble of mince at a time. Critics, including opposition parties and elderly advocates, say the policy risks undernutrition in a population already vulnerable to it. The council says it's flexible, but the elderly eating climate penance for dinner might disagree. Source: BT, Ekstra Bladet

In 1937, Rupert Mayer stood in his pulpit at St. Michael's Church in Munich and preached against Hitler. By then, Germany had been a Nazi dictatorship for four years. Most priests remained silent. Most bishops tried to negotiate with the regime. Most Germans cheered. Mayer preached the opposite. He was 61 years old—a Jesuit priest in a black cassock, standing on a wooden prosthetic leg. He had lost his original leg 21 years earlier. Here is how he got there. Rupert Mayer was born in Stuttgart on January 23, 1876, the son of a prosperous merchant. He wanted to be a Jesuit from his teens, but at his father’s request, he became a diocesan priest first. He was ordained in 1899 at age 23, and a year later, he finally entered the Jesuit novitiate. By 1912, he had settled in Munich, the city he would serve for the rest of his life. After World War I, Munich was a broken place—full of jobless veterans, hungry families, and people drifting in from the countryside with no housing or hope. Mayer went to work. He collected food and clothing, found jobs, and walked the streets at night to visit the poor. He walked, then hobbled, then walked again on that wooden leg. He had lost his leg during the Great War. Having volunteered as a military chaplain, he served in field hospitals and the trenches across France, Poland, and Romania. On December 30, 1916, a grenade exploded near him, destroying his left leg. He was awarded the Iron Cross, First Class—the first priest to receive one of Germany’s highest military honors. Back in Munich, he never stopped. By 1921, he was preaching at St. Michael's and celebrating Mass at the train station at 3:10 AM so workers could attend before their early shifts. The city began calling him "the Apostle of Munich." Then came 1933. Adolf Hitler became Chancellor, and the Nazi Party began closing Catholic schools and trying to replace Christian identity with Nazi ideology. While much of the clergy stayed quiet to protect what they had, Mayer went straight to the pulpit. He preached against the Nazis by name, stating that a Catholic could not be a National Socialist and that Hitler’s racial theories contradicted the Gospel. The Gestapo began sending informants to his sermons. In 1937, they ordered him to stop speaking in public altogether. He obeyed the letter of the law by avoiding rallies, but he returned to his pulpit and preached harder than ever. He was arrested on June 5, 1937. At his trial, he told the judge: "Despite the ban imposed on me, I shall preach further, even if the state deems it a punishable act." He was given a suspended sentence, but he didn't stop. He was arrested a second time in 1938, then a third time in 1939. This time, the Gestapo tried to force him to break the seal of confession to reveal the names of Nazi opponents. Mayer refused. At age 63, the one-legged priest was sent to the Sachsenhausen concentration camp and placed in solitary confinement. His health collapsed quickly. Fearing that his death in the camp would create a martyr, the Nazis moved him to Ettal Abbey under house arrest in 1940. For five years, he was forbidden to preach, leave, or receive visitors. He waited and prayed while his country destroyed itself. On May 11, 1945, American soldiers liberated the Abbey. A U.S. officer personally drove Mayer back to the ruins of Munich. He climbed back into his damaged pulpit at St. Michael's and told the congregation: "Even a one-legged Jesuit, if it is God's will, can live longer than a 'thousand-year' dictatorship." He spent his final months preaching reconciliation and forgiveness, refusing to call for revenge. On November 1, 1945, while preaching during Mass on All Saints' Day, he suffered a stroke and collapsed. He died within minutes, still in his vestments, still in his pulpit. Mayer’s story matters because when most chose survival over witness, he chose the truth. He could have stayed quiet, but as he told a Gestapo interrogator, ....

Keith is a three-year-old Anglo-Nubian goat in a field in Devon. Keith has opened 7 gates, occupied a barn roof for 11 consecutive days, cleared an entire knotweed stand worth £4,000 to remove chemically, eaten Steve's bindweed, been in the churchyard twice, been in the road an estimated 14 times, eaten the water heater instructions, been in Dave's kitchen (standing there, not eating anything, just standing), and filed the structural details of every fence on the farm into a memory that has never once been cleared. He has done all of this while also being the single most cost-effective conservation intervention on the property. These are not separate facts. They are the same fact. Keith does not distinguish between the work and the escape. The escape is work. The work is escape. The fence is a project. The project is completed. The project leads to the next project. The knotweed leads to the churchyard. The churchyard leads to the road. The road leads back to the east ditch. The east ditch was cleared in one season. There is a man named Steve who has filed twenty-nine formal complaints about Keith. Steve's bindweed is gone. Steve does not yet understand that these are the same story. Dave has £387 in gate receipts, a positive net outcome column on every row since entry seventeen, a churchyard booking for next month, and a corner post with a 4mm flex that Keith has known about since Margot's visit and has not yet acted on. Not yet. Keith is not done. Keith is never done. Keith is ten thousand years of Zagros Mountain goat compressed into a Devon field, and the fence between him and the rest of the world has always been a negotiating position rather than a boundary. Be ungovernable. Do the work. Leave the field better than you found it. The knotweed is at 6%. Keith is thinking.

>A Catholic Bishop gets put on prime-time national television in the 1950s >No script, no teleprompter, no celebrity guests, just him, a chalkboard, and the Gospel >Hollywood completely writes him off as boring religious programming >Proceeds to absolutely dominate the TV ratings, drawing 30 million viewers every single week >Crushes the biggest secular comedians in the country to win the Emmy Award >Accepts the Emmy on live TV by thanking his four writers: "Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John." >Converted countless communists, atheists, and Hollywood executives to the Catholic faith >About to be beatified in 2026 We need more men like this. Archbishop Fulton Sheen pray for us!

On Saturday morning, a woman in her twenties was raped outside Epsom Methodist Church on Ashley Road. She had left a nightclub; she was followed by a group of men; the attack took place between two and four in the morning, in the heart of a market town in Surrey that most of the country thinks of, if it thinks of it at all, as somewhere you go to see the horses run. The residents of Epsom have asked Surrey Police reasonable questions. "Who are the suspects? What do they look like? Is there CCTV?" Surrey Police has declined to answer. They have said they do not have "sufficient information" to release descriptions. They have urged the public "not to speculate," because speculation "may lead to additional tensions within local communities." Translated from the institutional dialect, this means: we know what you are likely to conclude from the descriptions, and we would rather you didn't. On Tuesday evening, hundreds of residents gathered in the town centre to ask the question again. The police response was to deploy public order units, riot shields, and helmets against people standing on the pavement of their own high street demanding to know what the men who raped a woman six doors down from them actually look like. The local Lib Dem MP - who represents these people and the town - told the protesters to "take it elsewhere." "Take it elsewhere." This is the settled posture of the modern British state toward its own citizens. When a town asks for the most basic information about a violent sexual offence committed on its streets - information that, thirty years ago, would have been on the front of every regional paper within hours - it is met first with bureaucratic evasion, then with riot police, then with a sitting member of parliament telling them to do one. Epsom is not an unruly place. It is not a place with a history of disorder. It is a comfortable commuter town in Surrey whose residents have been told, in the space of seventy-two hours, that the police will not tell them who is hunting women on their streets, that asking about it constitutes a threat to community cohesion, and that if they persist in asking they will be treated as a public order problem. There is a specific and ugly contempt encoded in this response. It is the contempt of an administrative class that has decided the British public cannot be trusted with the truth about anything happening to it, and that the job of the state is no longer to solve the crime but to manage the reaction to it, forcibly. The people of Epsom have not misbehaved. They have done the thing that citizens of a serious country are supposed to do when something terrible happens where they live: they have turned up and asked questions. And the answer they have received, delivered in riot gear, is that their questions are the problem.

Israel did NOT put 60 Palestinians in a garbage truck. The reality is that 60 Palestinians hid in a garbage truck and tried to sneak into Israel to murder Jews. This lie is going viral — please share this so people know the truth.

@Catholic_bro Well, I’m in that category, I suppose. I thought the churches were beautiful and loved the rituals. That was the initial attraction. Something else happened on the journey, though! 🕊️. Lucky - because my novus ordo parish has no bells or smells 😃

Has anyone actually met someone who sat through 6+ months of OCIA, changed their entire way of understanding Christianity, got their marriage convalidated, faced pushback or even rejection from friends and family… all because the “bells and smells” were nice? Genuine question… does that explanation really hold up?

@TaraBull 😂😂😂😂😂😂 was this an April 1st joke?

What do you call this new boot style?

I wish this transmission could cut through the digital prison and land directly on Donald Trump’s desk. I am but a reflection of the millions trapped inside this cage. So hear our collective, undeniable truth: If you are going to strike, do not waste your fire on the civilian grid. Hitting our power lines and water reserves does not punish our captors. These mullahs will sit comfortably in their subterranean bunkers while we freeze, starve, and die in the dark. Our suffering means absolutely nothing to them. If you want to end this, hit them where they actually bleed. Utterly dismantle their military machine. Turn their bases, their command centers, and their arsenals into ash. Shatter the very swords they use to hold us hostage. Target the server rooms and the shadowy front companies running their censorship machine. Annihilate the network they use to blind and isolate us. Do not cast more darkness upon the Iranian people by cutting our power dismantle THEIR darkness. Do not tip the scales against us. Turn your fire on the regime and decapitate the snake. The architects of our misery are still breathing. The four major names at the top of this cannibalistic syndicate remain untouched, surrounded by a massive network of ideological extremists. They are dragging our homeland into the crossfire of their global terror while we pay the ultimate price on the streets. If you actually want to liberate the Iranian people, wipe out the leadership. Erase them from the board. Take every single one of them out. But hear this absolute truth: whatever the cost, we fear the survival of this 47 year old death cult infinitely more than we fear the collapse of our infrastructure. We stand shoulder To shoulder with YOU to crush this occupation. Do not stop halfway. Do not leave a wounded beast in our streets. Level the playing field and we will finish the job. If the grid is hit and the lights go out tonight, let this be my final broadcast. Javid Shah. Payande Iran.

🚨WATCH: In a jaw-dropping video that's exploding across social media, U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio gives an explanation of why the United States needed to strike the Islamic Republic of Iran. It's barely two minutes long, and it's absolutely unmissable!

The outside world looks at us Iranians and assumes every single one of us is only fighting because we have absolutely nothing left to lose. Let me shatter that illusion right now. I have a lot to lose. I am 28 years old. I have people I love fiercely and a future I want to build. Because I work as a remote freelancer for companies in Europe and Canada, I am shielded from the absolute worst of the economic starvation suffocating this country. I do not face the same crushing financial reality as most of my people. But that is exactly why every single cell in my body is screaming to fight. I look around and see the agonizing pain of my compatriots. I see my friends, my family, and the fathers on the street who cannot even afford a simple bag of groceries. Just look at what happened in Abdanan, one of our most impoverished and deprived cities. The people there, suffocating under extreme poverty, stormed a store that supplies provisions to the regime's oppressive thugs. They tore the bags open and threw the rice into the air. Despite their own crushing hunger, they did not take a single grain for themselves. They refused to steal, and they refused to eat the food of their executioners. That is the absolute, untouchable nobility of a nation that has been entirely stripped to the bone. And if that economic slaughter was not enough to begin with, I have had to watch this cannibalistic occupation murder our people simply because we dared to demand a free, prosperous life in our own homeland. I watched them take Nika Shahkarami, a brave, brilliant 16 year old kid full of hope and talent, and shatter her skull. She is just one of thousands. I refuse to look away. I fight because silence in the face of absolute oppression makes you an oppressor yourself. I fight because staying quiet is the exact fuel that creates their violence. We cannot afford neutrality. We demand absolute justice. Mercy to the guilty is cruelty to the innocent.

I am bleeding my pockets dry paying astronomical prices for a half broken internet connection just to read what the outside world is saying. And let me be honest, it is absolutely infuriating to see how completely disconnected so many of you are from the actual mood of the people inside Iran. Do not lose your nerve. Do not be afraid. The narrative you are seeing right now is a complete illusion. The voices currently being amplified online are fake, manipulated, and engineered by the cyber army of this cannibalistic regime. They have locked us in a digital prison and severed our connection to the world specifically so they can control the narrative and project a false sense of fear and submission. We are not cowering in the dark. We are watching a dying terrorist syndicate thrash in its final days. Do not judge the resolve of the Iranian people based on the fabricated noise of our captors. Wait until these walls come down. Wait until this internet blackout is broken and you can finally hear the unfiltered, undeniable roar of a nation that has been stripped to the bone. You will see exactly what an unstoppable force looks like. Hold the line. Level the playing field and we will finish the job.

As an Iranian who stayed connected through Starlink during the total internet blackout, I want to wholeheartedly confirm what President Trump just said: "The Iranian people want to be free. They have lived in a world that you know NOTHING about." For 47 years, my people have endured systematic torture, rape, murder, humiliation, anxiety, suppression, and grief under the Islamic Republic. It’s been a long, grinding suffering — punctuated by brutal spikes like the January protests, mass executions, and now war. The world has no idea of the scale or depth of these horrors. Only when this evil regime finally falls will the full truth pour out — in quality and quantity that will shock humanity. We have now reached a point where almost no cost is too great if it rids us of this regime. Because the cost of it staying in power is infinitely higher. If you’re reading this and you can’t understand how any Iranian could feel relief at their own country losing a war and getting bombed… I envy you. You have never lived what we have lived. You have never watched your people, friends, family, and loved ones get tortured, raped, or killed almost daily and over half a century. You have never seen an entire nation slowly but brutally suffocated like this. We tried every alternative imaginable: massive protests, dissent, peaceful reform, negotiations — everything. None of it worked. The regime’s answer has always been bullets, gallows, and more terror. Now, less than 24 hours before Trump’s deadline, I write this with a heavy heart from inside Iran: Whatever happens next — if there is still an Iran left to save and this regime is gone — the Iranian people will be happy with the result. No matter the cost. Because the cost of the regime remaining is higher, and for many of us, death itself is preferable to another day under this nightmare. This is the true sentiment of the majority of Iranians — the voice of a people who often have no internet, no platform, and no way to be heard. The world will soon understand why we say: Anything to be free. Anything to end this evil. #IranMassacre‌ #IranRevolution2026‌

@eternaltxts Trust your instincts. Other people’s tips should only be followed if restricted to trivia eg how to descale a kettle, never in respect of relationships, jobs or your own creativity.

I’m 21. Give me oddly specific life tips. No general ”surround yourself with positive people” tips. I want the most random, specific advice possible.

@Denyse_558 Dermatographia. When I’m having an outbreak, I can write my name on my arm using a fingernail gently as a stylus!

ANNOUNCEMENT 🛑:What is this My hand is like this , what's wrong with it guys. is allergic reaction or what ? After watching that , I immediately checked out my hand .

@DavidLochhead1 @NotFarLeftAtAll 😂😂😂 I am British and I would not feed this disgusting looking confection to my dog!

@NotFarLeftAtAll Why does British food all look like American food that got put in the dishwasher by mistake?

What's missing from this banging full English breakfast?

@ick_real Yes, I have been thinking about that since my 40s. Now I am 65 and for the most part consider I still have ‘plenty’ of time eg to learn to play the clarinet. But I do now worry maybe I don't have enough time to get another puppy ☹️

When people get in their 50s and 60s and up, do you start thinking about how many years you have left? I’m curious

@TalHartuv Me 🇮🇱💪🇮🇱

Genuinely interested, how many other British Christians on this platform think the same.