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"They ain't gonna follow me, and they ain't gonna come on before me. I mean, they can't beat me." Jerry Lee Lewis, 1980. #DeadWrongHistory
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Today was the single biggest market crash in dollar terms in human history and I can guarantee you the president has absolutely zero incentive to help for the next two years in fact, he’s probably loving this!
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Here is the @tastyliveshow video produced five days ago where I predicted the collapse to the penny.
Just doin' God's work.
youtu.be/Ex4Zk6_EcnQ?si=oXww…
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This is such an amazing comparative analysis of Lata and Noor Jahan by Ally Adnan sahib.
(I know Twitter isn’t the best place for anyone to watch a longish video, but posting this anyway in case even a few people might be into it).
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Replying to @SlopeOfHope
"Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers like they did before
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door"
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The indomitable girl who captured him was waiting for him thirty years later
On September 21, 1965, a 17-year-old Vietnamese girl named Nguyễn Thị Kim Lai was photographed escorting an enormous American airman through the countryside. His hands were tied behind his back. His head was bowed. She was carrying a rifle.
His name was William Andrew Robinson. He was 22, a helicopter mechanic and flight engineer in the US Air Force. The previous day his helicopter had been shot down during a mission to rescue another American airman.
Kim Lai was tiny. She weighed 37 kilograms. She had only finished seventh grade before joining the local militia. Her home province, Hà Tĩnh, was being bombed relentlessly by American aircraft.
According to her recollection, she discovered Robinson hiding among the rocks in a forest. Frightened by his enormous size, she fired three warning shots. He surrendered. Other militia members arrived and tied his hands.
A photographer named Phan Thoan captured the extraordinary contrast between the two.
The photograph became famous throughout Vietnam. It appeared on postage stamps. A celebrated Vietnamese poet wrote a poem about it. The image travelled around the world, becoming a symbol of a small country resisting a superpower.
Robinson was taken to prison.
He spent 2,703 days in captivity. Seven years, four months and twenty-three days. Much of it in isolation, enduring brutal conditions and torture. He was finally released on February 12, 1973.
Kim Lai became a nurse. She married, had three children and eventually became a grandmother.
Thirty years after their first encounter, in September 1995, she was playing with her grandchildren at a neighbour's house when someone came to tell her that foreigners were looking for her.
She returned home.
Standing there was William Andrew Robinson.
He had come back to Vietnam with a Japanese documentary crew. He had apparently wanted to find her for years but had never been able to afford the journey.
She recognised him immediately.
According to her recollection, he approached and embraced her before she could greet him.
They talked about their lives. Their families. Everything that had happened since those few minutes in a Vietnamese forest.
They even returned to the place where he had been captured.
Robinson reportedly expressed the hope that there would never be another photograph like theirs.
There is another photograph of them, taken during that reunion.
She is looking up at him. Smiling. He is standing beside her, still towering over her. No handcuffs. No rifle.
With no US government throwing away the youth of its own citizens to forcefully decide the future of Vietnam both can stand tall side by side.
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german poet heinrich von kleist went insane after learning about immanuel kant’s philosophy. he cancelled all his life plans, lost faith in God, shot a woman, and then killed himself in 1811. “my sole & highest goal has vanished, now i have none,” he wrote after discovering kant.
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Ahora que leo una novela suya pienso en lo triste (¿?) que es ver que la mejor autora norteamericana viva (sus cuentos son una de las cimas de la lit del s XX, nomás Nightwood de Djuna Barnes anda en esos niveles) sea innobelizable.
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"Among prisoner of war communities, the prisoners who behave worst are Americans." Kurt Vonnegut, 1970. #DeadWrongHistory
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“Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.”
— Hermann Hesse
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The most honest Pakistani! 😂🇵🇰
Even Pakistan’s own people know the truth about Kashmir. 🇮🇳🔥
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“I am a lover with or without a lover. Love is who I am, not who I'm with.”
—Sylvia Plath
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कोई भी मोहब्बत जिसमें रिस्पेक्ट नहीं है वो फ़ेक है। कोई भी इज़्ज़त जो एम्पावरमेंट नहीं देती वो भी फ़ेक है।
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Modi is the clowniest prime minister of any country. He got there because Indians—even the educated ones—have no independent thinking or discernment. The chief clown is conversing with a dead man’s hologram just to impress Indians.
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History will show that no one did more to promote left-wing ideas than Donald Trump, and no one did more to advance the Palestinian cause than Benjamin Netanyahu.
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I posted this just over a year ago, after the death of Dame Patricia Routledge, and it went down a storm, both with those who fondly remembered Kitty from Victoria Wood As Seen on TV and those who were meeting this wonderful character for the first time.
It was terribly sad to lose someone as talented as Dame Patricia, but goodness, what a legacy she left us. Keeping Up Appearances, Hetty Wainthropp Investigates, Alan Bennett’s Talking Heads. And Kitty, of course... and that’s before you even get to the stage.
She won an Olivier and a Tony and collected more honorary doctorates than you could wave a stick at. Quite right too.
One of her final honours was the Freedom of the Borough of Wirral.
Lovely, of course. But surely it should have been Cheadle!
God bless Patricia Routledge. x


























