Potus ???

[Johnsond]

21 minutes ago, sime42 said:

Thanks for your input Davey, but I think the conversation has reached a higher level now.

 

 

The point of your reply was ?? 

Yeah you are absolutely right the level of noise coming from the Trumpeters is deafening. 

For example 🤷‍♂️ 

Also, don't forget that Trump is still trying to push their growth hormone laden beef and chlorinated chicken onto our UK plates. Our beef is "weak" don't you know!

 

Edited Friday at 20:53 by Johnsond

[Mesterh]

28 minutes ago, sime42 said:

 

 

Also, don't forget that Trump is still trying to push their growth hormone laden beef and chlorinated chicken onto our UK plates. Our beef is "weak" don't you know!

 

 

 

 

It looks like thats his agenda. The bringing back jobs to American is garbage and we all know it, it wouldnt happen and if it did it would take 5 years maybe 10ish, he only said that to get votes. He wants the world to buy American sht and he's trying to use tariffs to achieve that goal.

 

 

[peds]

[GarethM]

What part of free market don't you understand?.

 

Let him sell whatever he wants, just let the market decide what gets bought and nobody gets their nose put out of joint.

[Johnsond]

23 minutes ago, peds said:

😂😂😂 No it won’t not the ones who ain’t sick 👍

I’ll await the response from the site auditor in regards its authenticity and the validity of the numbers. 

[peds]

[Johnsond]

Spending a night hunting the rats running riot amid Birmingham bin strike

APPLE.NEWS

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Armed with torches and a thermal imaging camera, Sky's Midlands correspondent Lisa Dowd meets...

Good sport to be had in Birmingham if they’d let you. Take your mind off the Trump affairs. 

Edited Friday at 22:17 by Johnsond

[Johnsond]

Read this earlier this morning 🤔🤷‍♂️lame shite but still a few here might benefit from a quick glance at it.

 

Worry is a scam. A cosmic Ponzi scheme where your brain is both the con artist and the gullible investor. Anxiety is that drunk uncle at the family reunion who won't shut up but also won't throw a punch—just stands there muttering what-ifs like they're prophecy.

Let me say it in a way most won’t dare: you are not in control. Never were. You could duct tape your life to a spreadsheet, triple-check your seatbelt, drink all the green smoothies—and still get tackled by life wearing a clown mask and no pants. The truth is laughable and liberating: you don’t own the future. You lease moments, that’s it.

Stress pretends it’s productive. “I’m just being responsible,” it says. No, you’re not. You’re time-traveling to disasters that haven’t happened, writing horror stories in your head, casting yourself as the victim, director, and critic. Anxiety is imagination abused. And frankly, you’re better than that.

When has worry ever prevented catastrophe? Did pacing the floorboards stop the diagnosis? Did losing sleep add hours to your life or just wrinkles to your soul? Worry doesn’t prepare you. It pickpockets you while convincing you it's helping.

You could die mid-sentence. Mid-laugh. Mid-forkful of cheesecake. And you think overthinking is worth your time?

The birds don’t spiral. The trees don’t panic over tomorrow’s rain. Mountains have stood for eons without a five-year plan. The stars burn unapologetically in their orbits without asking, am I doing this right?

You’ve been gifted this breath. This one. Not the next. Not yesterday’s. This. And it’s enough. It’s always been enough.

You’re still here.  
You’ve survived everything that was supposed to break you.  
And the future? It isn’t yours yet.

Stop borrowing nightmares.  
You’ve got galaxies in your chest and a backbone forged from storms.  
Walk like it.

 

Mind you there last few lines went a bit too far 🤮

[peds]

[Big J]