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How can anyone negotiate a deal for that amount of school bags and still end up paying £28 per bag?
These people think the public are stupid.
SNP to 'squander' £2.7m on handing free bags to school pupils - at cost of £28 a bag - scottishdailyexpress.co.uk/n…
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Moses spent forty days on a mountain receiving the blueprint for a tent.
Every board, every colour, every piece of furniture, "exactly as I show you." (Exodus 25:9)
Fifteen centuries later, the New Testament says why the details mattered so much: the whole structure was a shadow cast by a Person.
Here's the Tabernacle read as a portrait of Christ, detail by detail. 🧵
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VETERANS wearing a Poppy are BANNED from from Wetherspoons
WOW. Manager of Gosport Wetherspoons states it’s ‘Company policy’ to not allow anyone in with a Remembrance Poppy on as it ‘could be political’
I can’t believe what I just heard from our nations biggest pub chain.
Veterans wearing a poppy are banned from Wetherspoons.
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On the second of May 1927 the Supreme Court of the United States ruled that a twenty-year-old Virginia girl should be sterilised against her will on the grounds that she, her mother and her baby daughter were all feeble-minded, and four years later the baby daughter was on the honour roll at school.
Carrie Buck had been taken from her mother at three and given to a foster family in Charlottesville, who kept her out of school from the sixth grade to do their housework. At seventeen she was raped by the family's nephew and fell pregnant, and the family, rather than have the thing spoken of, had her committed to the state colony for epileptics and the feeble-minded as incorrigible and promiscuous. Her mother was already in it. Carrie's baby, Vivian, was taken from her and given to the same foster family that had covered up the rape.
The colony's superintendent had a new law he wanted tested, and Carrie was the test. Virginia's sterilisation statute needed a case to go all the way to the Supreme Court so that it could be copied by every other state, and the colony chose the quiet girl with the illegitimate child and the mother in the ward. It gave her a lawyer, who had sat on the colony's board and was a close friend of the superintendent, and who called no witnesses and put up no fight. A social worker testified that the baby, at seven months, had a look about her that was not quite normal. That was the evidence for the third generation.
Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote the opinion for eight of the nine justices, and the sentence in it is the most notorious in the Court's history: three generations of imbeciles are enough. Carrie was sterilised at the colony that October. Over the following fifty years the number of Americans sterilised under laws her case had upheld climbed past sixty thousand, and Nazi defendants cited it in their own defence at Nuremberg.
Vivian went to school in Charlottesville, was marked average or better, and made the honour roll in 1931. She died of an illness the next year, aged eight. Carrie was released, married twice, read the newspaper every day, and was traced in 1980 after she and her husband had been found malnourished in their home near Charlottesville, lucid and ordinary, and angry to the end. They done me wrong, she said. They done us all wrong. Her sister Doris had been sterilised at the same colony at sixteen and told it was an appendix operation, and had spent her marriage trying for children and wondering.
Buck v. Bell has never been overturned. It is still cited.
The father figure who should have protected her was a foster home that handed her to the state. The expert was a superintendent with a law to test. The daughter who was the proof of the family's defect brought home a report card, and it was good.
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In 1774, a Scottish mountain was used to weigh the entire planet. And pretty much as a by-product, the people doing it helped invent something you'll find on every single walking map you've ever owned.
This is the story of the ‘fairy hill of the Caledonians’: Schiehallion.
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Clotted cream is the richest dairy product in the British kitchen, nearly two thirds fat, and it was invented as a way of keeping milk in a county with no ice.
The method is older than anyone can trace. Fresh milk from the morning is left in a wide pan until the cream rises, then the whole pan is set over a very low fire or in a cooling bread oven for hours, never boiling, until a thick crust forms on top the colour of old gold. It cools overnight and the crust is lifted off with a skimmer. That crust is the cream, and the scalding is what kept it. Heated that way it lasted for days when fresh cream would have turned by teatime.
Devon and Cornwall argued over it for centuries and still do. The Cornish got the legal protection in 1998, on condition that the milk is Cornish and the fat is at least fifty-five per cent, though the good stuff runs higher. The argument about whether the cream or the jam goes on the scone first has split the two counties for as long as there have been scones, and it is the only question in British food that people will genuinely fight over.
If you grew up in the West Country it came in a cardboard tub with a crust you broke through with a knife, and it went on everything: the scone, the apple pie, the porridge, a spoon of it straight off the blade when nobody was looking. A pot sent by post to a relative in London was the standard Christmas present from Cornwall for a hundred years.
It is milk with the water taken out and the fat left in, and it was the ordinary household food of the two poorest counties in England.
The cream tea is now a treat you drive to and photograph. In 1930 it was what a dairy farmer's wife did with Tuesday's milk, and the fat was the whole point of doing it.
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Come, Holy Spirit
Replace the tension within us with a holy relaxation.
Replace the turbulence within us with a sacred calm.
Replace the anxiety within us with a quiet confidence.
Replace the fear within us with a strong faith.
Replace the bitterness within us with the sweetness of grace.
Replace the darkness within us with a gentle light.
Replace the coldness within us with a loving warmth.
Replace the night within us with your light.
Replace the winter within us with your spring.
Straighten our crookedness.
Fill our emptiness.
Dull the edge of our pride.
Sharpen the edge of our humility.
Light the fires of our love.
Quench the flames of our lust.
Let us see ourselves as you see us
That we may see You.
Amen.
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For twelve years, nobody touched her.
Mark 5:25. A certain woman who had an issue of blood for twelve years.
Under the Law of Moses, a woman with a flow of blood that wouldn’t stop was unclean for as long as it lasted. Leviticus 15:25. Anything she lay on, anything she sat on, was unclean. Anyone who touched her was unclean.
Twelve years.
No hand on her shoulder. No embrace from her mother. No husband, and if she’d had one, he’d likely been gone a long time. No temple. Every room she walked into, people stepped back.
And she’d spent everything trying to fix it.
Mark 5:26. And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse.
Now read Luke’s version. Luke was a physician himself.
Luke 8:43. Which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any.
The doctor quietly leaves out the line about getting worse under doctors. Mark the fisherman put it in.
She was broke. Sick. Untouchable. And she had one idea left.
But she wasn’t the one Jesus was going to see that day.
Back up a few verses. A man named Jairus, a ruler of the synagogue, a respected man, has thrown himself at Jesus’s feet in front of the whole town.
Mark 5:23. My little daughter lieth at the point of death.
His only daughter, Luke says. And Mark tells you how old she was.
Mark 5:42. She was of the age of twelve years.
Twelve.
The year that girl was born, the woman started bleeding.
For twelve years, Jairus had a daughter growing up in his house: first steps, first words, laughing at the table. For the same twelve years, the woman had been slowly dying in the street.
And on the same morning, one was at the end of her life, and the other was out of options.
Jesus is walking to Jairus’s house. The crowd is crushing in. And the woman who, by law, should not be in that crowd at all, pushes her way through behind Him.
Mark 5:28. For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole.
Matthew and Luke tell you exactly what she touched. The hem. The border of His garment.
In Greek, kraspedon. It’s the word used for the tassels a Jewish man wore on the four corners of his robe, commanded in Numbers 15, to remember the commandments of the LORD.
And the Hebrew word for the corners where those tassels hung is kanaf. It also means wing.
Malachi 4:2. But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.
Healing in His wings. She reached for the corner of His robe.
And she was healed. Instantly. Mark says she felt in her body that the fountain of her blood was dried up.
She could have slipped away. Nobody would have known.
Jesus stopped.
Mark 5:30. Jesus, immediately knowing in himself that virtue had gone out of him, turned him about in the press, and said, Who touched my clothes?
His disciples almost laughed at Him. Hundreds of people are touching You.
But He kept looking. And she came forward, shaking, and fell down, and told Him all the truth in front of everyone.
Why didn’t He let her go quietly?
Because she didn’t just need to be healed. She needed to be seen healed. Twelve years of the whole town knowing she was unclean; now the whole town heard Him declare her whole.
Mark 5:34. And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.
Daughter.
It’s the only time in the gospels Jesus addresses a woman by that word.
He’s on His way to save one man’s daughter, and He stops in the street to call a forgotten woman His.
Now feel what Jairus felt during that conversation.
Mark 5:35. While he yet spake, there came from the ruler of the synagogue’s house certain which said, Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master any further?
His girl died while Jesus was stopped in the road for someone else.
Jesus heard it. And before Jairus could speak, He said one sentence.
Mark 5:36. Be not afraid, only believe.
He walked into the house. Put out the mourners who laughed at Him. Took the girl by the hand.
Mark 5:41. Talitha cumi. Little girl, I say unto thee, arise.
And she got up and walked. Twelve years old. And then Jesus told them to give her something to eat.
Now look at what happened to the law that day.
Under Moses, uncleanness spread by touch. The unclean woman touched you, you became unclean. You touched a corpse; you became unclean. Numbers 19:11.
That day a bleeding woman touched Jesus. And He took a dead girl by the hand.
By the law, He should have been unclean twice before lunch.
Instead, the woman became clean. And the dead girl got up.
With Him, it runs the other way. He doesn’t catch your uncleanness. You catch His life.
Now you.
Some of you are the woman. You’ve been sick a long time, or ashamed a long time, or alone a long time. You’ve spent everything, money, years, every doctor, every program, every fix, and you’re not better. You’re worse. And you’ve stopped expecting anyone to touch you.
Reach.
Not perfectly. Not with the right words. Through the crowd, from behind, with the last faith you’ve got. He feels it. He’ll turn around. And He’ll call you something you haven’t been called in years.
And some of you are Jairus. You prayed. You begged. He said He’d come. And then He stopped for someone else, and while He was stopped, the news came. It’s over. Don’t bother Him anymore.
He’s not late. He was never late.
He saved two daughters that morning. The delay for one was the miracle for the other.
Be not afraid.
Only believe.
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On December 3, 2005, 30-year-old Swedish musician and student Annie Börjesson made her way to Glasgow Prestwick Airport in Scotland, carrying her luggage and planning to fly back home to Sweden. CCTV footage captured her walking through the airport terminal, checking her surroundings, and then—in a move that remains completely unexplained—abruptly walking back out into the freezing winter air after less than five minutes. She never checked in for her flight.
The very next morning, a dog walker made a devastating discovery on Prestwick Beach, just a short distance from the airport. Annie’s body was lying on the sand near the water’s edge. Her outer jacket was missing, and her personal belongings were scattered nearby. Scottish authorities moved with surprising speed, swiftly categorizing her death as a tragic suicide or accidental drowning. Case closed. But for Annie’s family in Sweden, the official explanation made no sense—and as they fought to retrieve her belongings and review the evidence, a sinister picture began to emerge.
When an independent forensic examination was conducted, the physical evidence directly contradicted the drowning ruling. Analysts discovered unexplained bruising on her body, and strangely, locks of her own hair had been hacked off and placed inside her bag. Furthermore, forensic testing revealed the presence of freshwater diatoms in her lungs—a microscopic indicator that suggested she had drowned in fresh water, not the salty ocean where her body was recovered. To make matters stranger, her phone logs and email accounts from her final days were found to be heavily altered, missing critical incoming call data and messages.
The mystery deepened further when her family petitioned the Swedish government for full access to the diplomatic and police documents handed over by Scottish law enforcement. Instead of transparency, they hit a wall of state secrecy: the Swedish Foreign Ministry officially classified key investigative files regarding Annie’s death as top secret, citing national security exemptions and foreign policy sensitivities.
Two decades later, Annie Börjesson’s death remains shrouded in unanswered questions, forensic discrepancies, and government silence. Was her death a tragic personal breakdown, or did she cross paths with something dangerous on her way to that terminal—leaving a secret that two nations refuse to unlock?
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In November 1941 the richest man in America drove his twenty-three-year-old daughter to a hospital in Washington without telling her mother, had two surgeons drill holes in her skull and cut into the front of her brain while she sang God Bless America to them, and when the singing stopped she had a mental age of two and the family did not speak her name for twenty years.
Rosemary Kennedy was the third child and the first girl, and she was slow. A nurse at the birth had held Rose Kennedy's legs together for two hours while they waited for the doctor, and the baby had been starved of air. She learned to read and write, but late, and in a family where the boys were being bred for the presidency and the girls for the right marriage, she was the one who could not keep up, the one who had to be coached and watched and given the simpler part in the photograph. She was also, by every account, the prettiest of them, and when the family went to London in 1938 she was presented at court in a white dress and curtsied to the King without a mistake.
Then she was twenty-one, and the trouble started. Moods. Rages. Slipping out of the convent school at night and coming back in the morning and not saying where. The nuns said she might be meeting men. For Joseph Kennedy, who was managing his sons towards the White House and could not have a daughter who might get pregnant or get talked about, that was the end of it. He had read about a new operation. Walter Freeman had promised the newspapers it calmed the agitated, and Joe Kennedy had never in his life been told that a thing he could pay for would not work.
Rosemary was given a mild sedative and kept awake. Freeman and his surgeon, James Watts, opened the skull on both sides and Watts pushed a blade into the frontal lobes and swept, while Freeman asked her to recite the Lord's Prayer and sing, and count backwards, so they would know how far to go. They went until she was incoherent. Then they stopped.
She came out of it unable to walk or speak. Years of therapy got her a few words and a limp. Joe moved her to a private hospital in New York and then to a convent school in Wisconsin, told the family she was teaching the retarded in the Midwest, and never went to see her. Rose, her mother, was not told what had been done until long after, and did not visit for twenty years. The brothers and sisters, including the one who became President, were told she was away. When Joe had his stroke in 1961 and could no longer manage the story, Eunice went to Wisconsin and found a woman of forty-three who did not know her, and came home and started the Special Olympics.
Rosemary lived to eighty-six, in the convent, and died in 2005 with her surviving sisters at the bed. The brother who became President had signed the first federal mental health law in 1963, and the family has said she was the reason.
Freeman kept operating for another twenty-six years. His notes on Rosemary have never been released.
That is what the expert's confidence looks like when it meets a powerful man with an inconvenient child. The science was published. The father was certain. The daughter sang to the surgeon until she could not.
Every institution that has ever decided it knows what is wrong with you and how to tidy it has the same two ingredients in the room, and the person on the table is still the only one who pays.
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One NHS Highland worker has been receiving their full salary and benefits for 17 YEARS despite not having a specific job anymore. The health board refused to say what the worker had been doing for almost two decades and how much they had been paid over that period:
Major investigation from The Sunday Times - the Scottish state is paying a minimum of £27m a year to around 800 public sector workers, in the NHS, councils, police etc who do not have a job, but they cannot be made redundant owing to SNP policy
thetimes.com/uk/scotland/art…
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Major investigation from The Sunday Times - the Scottish state is paying a minimum of £27m a year to around 800 public sector workers, in the NHS, councils, police etc who do not have a job, but they cannot be made redundant owing to SNP policy
thetimes.com/uk/scotland/art…
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The trannies can have their flags and wave them in your face, but you can't wear a shirt highlighting biological reality because it could offend them.
Free speech means nothing to these activist organizations.
I was just forcefully removed from a @ThornsFC game for the crime of wearing an @xx_xyathletics t-shirt. I am in shock. We peacefully wore our shirts. We were assaulted by fans. Then WE were forced to leave – with FORCE by stadium security. I am utterly in shock.
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I was just forcefully removed from a @ThornsFC game for the crime of wearing an @xx_xyathletics t-shirt. I am in shock. We peacefully wore our shirts. We were assaulted by fans. Then WE were forced to leave – with FORCE by stadium security. I am utterly in shock.
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Every politician who thinks this is okay should be barred from office permanently.
Sally Anne Dixon formerly Stephen Dixon who attacked and abused 7 children has now been sent to a women's prison with a mother and baby ward. 'Sally' decided to become a women before sentencing and did these terrible things to children as a man, who btw still has male genitals. The victims were forced to refer to their abuser as a women with a penis! I honestly don't know what the hell is happening
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People of Carlisle, Cumbria: watch this video! If you have youngens dossing around town, have a strong word with them! 😡
The bouncer explains the migrants lurking about, waiting for drunk girls, and also giving drugs and alcohol to underage people in the town. He also shares that multiple migrants have been battered in the alleys by travellers and English lads who caught them in the act.
People from the Scottish Borders, Cumbria, and anyone in general please share this video for awareness.
YT - KnockoutAudits
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The Isle of Man has just crossed a profound moral threshold. Assisted suicide has received Royal Assent, meaning that deliberately ending a patient's life will become a legally authorised function of healthcare.
The legislation is not yet operational, with implementation expected no earlier than 2028, but the principle has been established.
Supporters understandably speak of compassion, dignity and personal autonomy. Nobody should underestimate the suffering experienced by those facing terminal illness, or the fear of losing independence and becoming dependent upon others.
But there is an enormous moral difference between accepting that death cannot always be prevented and deciding that death should deliberately be brought about.
Archbishop John Sherrington has rightly emphasised the Christian obligation to accompany the dying, alleviate suffering and provide genuine care. The Isle of Man Medical Society has also raised serious concerns about safeguards and the protection of healthcare professionals who conscientiously object.
What troubles me most is the increasingly widespread assumption that dignity depends upon autonomy. A person who becomes dependent upon others through illness, disability or old age has lost none of their intrinsic human worth. Yet once assisted suicide becomes an accepted medical option, how do we ensure that vulnerable people do not begin to regard their continued existence as a burden upon their families or society?
Nobody needs to explicitly pressure someone to die for that person to feel they ought to.
This matters far beyond the Isle of Man. Once we accept that deliberately ending life can be a legitimate medical response to suffering, the debate inevitably shifts towards deciding who qualifies and under what circumstances.
The measure of a compassionate society is not simply how many choices it offers people at the end of life, but whether it can assure them that their lives remain worthy of care, even when they can no longer care for themselves.
We should be investing in excellent palliative care, supporting families and confronting loneliness and neglect, rather than allowing death to become an answer to the difficulties of living.
The Isle of Man has made its decision. The rest of us should consider very carefully what it means. cbcew.org.uk/archbishop-issu…
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The Scottish Legal Aid Board says it doesn’t know how many migrants or asylum seekers receive taxpayer-funded legal aid because immigration status is “not relevant”.
Taxpayers might take a different view.
SNP ministers are accountable for the Board’s use of public money. They should demand clear reporting on the numbers receiving support and the cost.
The Conservatives will leave the ECHR and end the merry-go-round of appeals to restore control around immigration.
telegraph.co.uk/news/2026/04…
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Beautiful way of saying that you eliminated all of the children who were not as desirable as Lucy.
In your world "choice" = eugenics.
This is Lucy. Born in December. Not because of luck. Because of a choice.
She doesn't have to become a patient before she becomes a person. She just gets to be a kid.
For 300,000 years, every parent handed their child a genetic hand they’d never seen. That era is over. We are the first life form to read its own source code and select the next generation. Soon this will be the default way we have babies.
I want to end the genetic lottery and let every family make their own luck.
All of human history, we rolled the dice.
We don’t have to anymore.
