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WOW! Young Italian delivered a furious, emotional speech after violent riots erupted in his city Milan, caused by third-world invaders.
âI canât stand these people anymore. I know so many people who come here from all over the world, work hard, and are already out working at five in the morning.
If you come here and destroy my country, youâll be sent back to your own country kicking and screaming! Iâve had enough of this bullshit. I canât take it anymore!
And then they come here, and everything is supposed to be fine? Well, if they rape my daughter or my sister, then weâll talk! Letâs see Ashline come here and say all this bullshit to our faces!
I canât stand these people anymore. Iâm 23 years old, and I want to live in my own city! And we have to be the ones to start. We have to be the ones to rise up and fight back! My city doesnât even exist anymore. My grandfather, my great-grandfatherâthey built all of this.â
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The man who was fatally shot in the chest on the platform at the 53rd Street/7th Avenue station in Midtown Manhattan on Saturday has been identified as Darell Rodriguez, 26, of the Bronx.
Rodriguez is believed to have been heading home from work as a security guard at the front desk of a Manhattan building.
He was waiting for a northbound E train to his home in University Heights when his killer approached and shot him once, police sources told The Post.
The pair had a dispute on the platform, although details remain unclear, NYPD Deputy Chief Keith Shine said on Sunday.
The killer then left the station traveling northbound on 7th Ave., and is still on the loose, according to police.
nypost.com/2026/10/19/us-newâŠ
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âIl ne faut pas attendre d'ĂȘtre parfait pour commencer quelque chose de bien.â đžđ·đč
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Mirroring riots from the USA, where pallets of bricks were delivered to the centre of disorder.
Pallets of glasses bottles dropped into the middle of French riots.
Find out who did this, and you're half way to finding the truth.
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When you understand the assignment but do it wrong on purpose out of spite.. đ
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France. A father defends his shop. His only source of income to feed his wife and children. They mock him. They beat him. They destroy everything. These are not criminals, they are terrorists. Europe is dying.
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Two inebriated but petrified women are led away from the town centre by two migrant men. It seems their intentions are evil. Luckily a local intervenes to stop them.
What kind of cultures are we importing?
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The entire covid saga summed up in less than 2.5 mins.
Absolutely on the money, and hilarious AF đđđ»âĄïž
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Beverly Cleary (1916-2021) was a beloved American children's author who wrote more than 35 books about ordinary kids dealing with real-life adventures....
Before Beverly Cleary sold more than 90 million books, she was a little girl whose teacher had placed her in the lowest reading group.
The good readers were called Bluebirds.
Beverly was a Blackbird.
She understood what that meant.
Growing up in Oregon, Beverly desperately wanted to enjoy reading, but the books placed before her seemed to belong to another world. Their well-behaved children and unfamiliar adventures bore little resemblance to the noisy, stubborn, imperfect children she knew.
By third grade, she had finally become a confident reader. But she never forgot the humiliation of being considered slow.
Years later, while working as a children's librarian in Yakima, Washington, she encountered children who reminded her of herself.
They wanted books about ordinary kids. Kids who got into trouble, argued with their siblings, worried about school and made mistakes.
They wanted someone who sounded like them.
Cleary decided to write those stories herself.
In 1950, she published her first novel, Henry Huggins, introducing readers to a boy living on Klickitat Street in Portland, Oregon.
Then came Ramona Quimby.
Ramona was impulsive, exasperating, funny and frequently misunderstood. She pulled hair, made messes, embarrassed herself and struggled with feelings she couldn't always explain.
She was not a perfect child.
And that was precisely why millions of children loved her.
Cleary went on to write more than 40 books, selling over 91 million copies worldwide. She received the Newbery Medal, the National Medal of Arts and recognition as one of America's most beloved children's authors.
She died in 2021, just weeks before her 105th birthday.
The little girl who had once been told, through a classroom label, that she wasn't a good reader spent her life writing books for children who felt the same way.
And generations of those children finally found themselves on the page.
#archaeohistories
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This woman worked with the homeless in Maine. Sheâs so angry about whatâs happening to her state she canât even speak without getting mad
She says homeless are being flown into Maine to live off the system, âItâs a lifestyleâ and the homeless have no requirements to do anything. They are just handed everything for free and can go out into the public and do whatever they want during the day
She says in additional to the homeless being flown into Maine to live off the government, Democrats on Maine are giving them everything they need to be drug addicts
Itâs true, the homeless are being provides for free
- Sterile syringes, needles and injection supplies including cookers, cotton, tourniquets, etc
- Naloxone (Narcan)
- Fentanyl and xylazine test strips so users can check their supply before injecting or using
- âBoofingâ kits which are needleless syringes, lubricant packets, saline tins and wipes for rectal administration of drugs
- Wound care supplies
- Safer-sex materials
- Free ongoing methadone and Suboxone programs (The woman says these programs are being abused)
Here are documented nonprofits and programs that pay for travel for the homeless
- Portland, Oregonâs Portland Solutions. Officials have explicitly mentioned sending people to Maine
- San Franciscoâs Homeward Bound and Journey Home programs. These are city programs that have relocated thousands of homeless people out of the city by bus or other means to destinations across the United States
- There are For-profit âhuman brokersâ in the addiction treatment industry where they take the homeless and send them to other states to get paid for enrolling them into treatment program. There are TONS of companies getting paid to do this
There are even medical facilities in California, Florida and all over that pay companies for referral fees for thousands of new patients every month
Itâs a giant homeless industrial complex and it will only keep growing unless the money is cut off
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We got a call about a dog in desperate need of our help.
Probably one of the worst cases Iâve ever seen and thatâs saying a lot.
We moved mountains to get him. Hopefully we can turn his life around⊠(1/8) đ§”
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In 1956, 26-year-old Thomas Fitzpatrick was drinking at a bar in Washington Heights when he made a bet. He claimed he could fly from New Jersey to Manhattan in less than 15 minutes.
Shortly afterward, he stole a Cessna 140 light aircraft from the Teterboro flight school. With no lights or radio, he crossed the Hudson and landed at dawn on St. Nicholas Avenue, near 191st Street, right across from the bar where he had made the bet. The police found the plane in the middle of the street, between cars and buildings.
The landing was so precise that newspapers called it a true aeronautical feat. Fitzpatrick was arrested, but the planeâs owner decided not to press charges, and he ended up paying only a $100 fine. It seemed the story would end there, but two years later, something extraordinary happened again.
On October 4, 1958, another bar patron didnât believe Fitzpatrick had actually pulled off that feat. To prove it, he stole another small plane in Teterboro and landed on Amsterdam Avenue, near 187th Street.
This time, the courts were less lenient. He was sentenced to six months in prison. Fitzpatrick died in 2009 at the age of 79, leaving behind one of the most incredible stories in New York Cityâs urban aviation history.
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QUIT YOUR BITCHING!!!!!!
Grandpa didnât have a $90 month internet bill, a $130 phone bill, seven app subscriptions at $72 month, an Amazon addiction for $200 month, he didnât have Netflix, Paramount or HBO for another $112 month and his haircuts didnât need a âstylistâ!
Iâm worn out hearing people moan, âOur grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we canât even afford rent on two!â
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasnât dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret â but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasnât âout to brunch.â You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whateverâs left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Donât even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said âKorea, 1951,â and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kidsâLord help us. âWe canât make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!â No, he doesnât. Youâre handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, âGet off, I need to make a call!â And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now thereâs a flat screen in every room, the babyâs got an iPad, the dogâs got a camera, and everyoneâs wondering why they canât afford rent.
Because youâre living like rock stars on retail salaries, thatâs why.
Grandpa wasnât leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called âGreen Zen Awakening.â He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday â thatâs what they had. They werenât keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didnât have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyoneâs broke, anxious, and âmanifesting abundanceâ while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
Itâs not the economy â itâs the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybeâjust maybeâyouâll smell the truth.
Itâs truth....God is Good, God is Great, I thank HIM for this day and everything I have!!