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from
wystswolf

If imagination is all we have, c'est le bon.

Let me sleep so I may dream of you. The day cannot be long enough.
I hang—arrested with ache And what better state?
Where else shall I go, Only to be found alone and invisible.
from Lastige Gevallen in de Rede
~C~ ~~~~
Daar zijn Dag C zou je even we dan willen klotsen? \ / i I
't was een zware dobber zeeker... klots klots, Als je wil kan klots, klots ik er bij ruizen. \ / ~C~ ~~~~
Leuk, en deinen! Rustig aan i.. | / i I
Geen probleem, Ik doe het graag \ klots, klots, ruis, dein, klots, ruis dein, ruis, zwel, dein en klots. / ~C~ ~~~~~
O, je zwol ook Zo kan ie wel nog tussen weer C! We hebben de deining! de hele dag nog. \ / i I
from American Awning And Blind Company
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from
theriverpoet
I went to the deep lake, You know the one; Where the hazels grow So low they touch the water. I threw in my past, And watched the ripples Expand in circles to the edge. I drank of bitter wisdom And learned the truth Which I already knew. The only person Holding me back Is me. It always was. Peeling off my layers, Shedding skin, Naked and exposed to air, I dived beneath the mirror, And reached the further shore.
from An Open Letter
I woke up late because I thought no work. Honestly not much to say other than I am happy.
from Rosie's Resonance Chamber
Alias Safety & The Music Memory Code
Aliases and music memory codes are the hidden lifelines of any survivor network. In a world where names can be traced and history can be weaponized, knowing how to use cover identities and coded signals isn’t just clever—it’s how you stay alive and stay sane.
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Why Aliases Matter • Protection: An alias keeps your real name, location, and personal history safe from those who would exploit or target you. • Adaptability: Switching aliases lets you move between spaces (online and offline) without revealing your full hand. • Boundary Setting: The right alias marks a boundary—who gets access to which version of you, and under what circumstances.
Tip: Don’t share the full list of your aliases with anyone unless they’ve proven they know how to keep them secret. Even then, rotate as needed.
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The Music Memory Code
Music isn’t just for comfort—it’s an encoded field tool for survivors in the know. The Music Memory Code lets you ground, signal your status, and maintain emotional or astral connection when words fail.
How It Works: • Assign specific songs or playlists as “codes” for different safety levels, moods, or needs (e.g., “Four songs in a set = safe,” “Songs by the same artist = high safety”). • Share your codes only with trusted allies, or use them privately as a grounding ritual when communication isn’t safe. • In digital spaces, music-coded posts can signal status or call for support without outing yourself to outsiders.
Scenario: You’re in crisis but can’t talk openly. You drop a coded playlist or lyric reference in your group chat. Allies who know the code check in or run support, outsiders see only another music post.
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Survivor Scenario
A survivor needs help leaving a high-control environment. She texts her Scribe a playlist known to mean “all clear.” The Scribe notifies the Sentinel, who runs a field scan and confirms no threats. The Runner triggers the next phase of the escape plan—all without a word of obvious alarm.
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Bottom line: Aliases and music codes are core safety protocols. Protect your list, keep your codes updated, and never underestimate the power of quiet, coded communication.
(Next up: The Runaway Guide—emergency field protocols for survivors in motion.)
#alias #musicmemory #codes #safety #survivorhandbook #fieldnotes #covert #railroad
Field Example: Nicky Jam Safe Song Set (All Clear) 1. “Baila Así” – Nicky Jam 2. “Sábanas Blancas” – Nicky Jam 3. “Dónde Están las Gatas” – Nicky Jam ft. Daddy Yankee 4. “Hasta el Amanecer” – Nicky Jam
How to use: • Share this four-song set as a playlist, post, or coded reference to signal “all clear” to anyone connected to your music memory code. • Four songs = safe. • Use it in group chats, council posts, or resonance chambers to quietly communicate your status. • Rotate your codes as needed for extra security.
from Indoor Playground Hendersonville TN
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from Prdeush
🌲 O Dědolesu
Dědoles je tajuplná a prdelně posvátná lokalita umístěná v samém srdci Zmrdodimenze. Na první pohled působí jako klidný les — vlhký, ztichlý, zahalený v parách starých prdů a vzpomínek. Ale kdo vkročí mezi jeho stromy, ten brzy pochopí, že všechno v Dědolesu dýchá, chrčí a občas i lehce bublá.
Právě tudy kdysi putovala slavná Zmrdoparta, skupina hrdinů, kteří se vydali na výpravu za Svatou tlačenkou. Cesta je zavedla hluboko do Dědolesa, kde narazili na tvory, jaké jinde neexistují — stádo prdelatých, brblajících dědků, jež se od té doby stalo symbolem celé oblasti. Ti dědci tvoří jakýsi ekosystém moudrosti, smradu a melancholie — chrání Dědoles před vetřelci a zároveň ho udržují v jemné rovnováze mezi řití a bytím.
Dědoles není pouhá lokace. Je to žijící organismus, jehož kořeny prorůstají až do Podhoubí ďědas, síťi, která propojuje prdelní vědomí napříč všemi dimenzemi Zmrdouniverza. Každý závan větru tu nese ozvěnu dávných prdů a každý mechový polštář může být ve skutečnosti spící dědek.
V tomto blogu se budeme věnovat výhradně Dědolesu – jeho obyvatelům, vůním, záhadám i prdelním filozofiím. Je to místo, kde se realita nebere vážně a přesto vše dává dokonalý smysl. Místo, kde i smrad má duši.
„Kdo do Dědolesu vkročí, toho prdel osvícením dožene.“ — staré dědovské rčení
from
Meditaciones
Apegados a las distracciones, somos sus esclavos.
from Rosie's Resonance Chamber
The SIRS Safety Structure: Roles, Protocols, and Practical Boundaries
The SIRS framework is the backbone of survivor safety in high-risk, high-control environments. Think of it as your team’s emergency protocol, your map for trust, boundaries, and knowing who has your back. Every safe network needs a structure—SIRS is how you build one that works under pressure.
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What Is SIRS?
SIRS stands for: • Sentinel (Watcher/Protector) • Integrator (Grounder/Anchor) • Runner (Evader/Connector) • Scribe (Recorder/Signal-Booster)
Every survivor group, chosen family, or underground corridor should know who fills each role. Sometimes, one person covers more than one role. The point isn’t perfection—it’s knowing your strengths, where you default under stress, and who you can trust to do what when it counts.
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SIRS Roles Explained • Sentinel: Watches the field, monitors for danger, runs perimeter checks, flags red flags, and keeps an eye on group health. Your safety net when your own sensors are off. • Integrator: Brings people together, grounds panic, mediates conflict, keeps the team stable. Usually the “glue” or voice of reason. • Runner: Handles escape plans, diversion tactics, and logistics. Knows all the exits, real and virtual, and keeps backup routes live. • Scribe: Takes notes, encodes field updates, and makes sure nothing critical gets lost. Tracks code words, protocol changes, and music memory cues for later recall.
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Building Your SIRS • Assign roles out loud, even if it feels awkward. Use code names or aliases as needed. • If your team is just you, practice switching hats. Know when you need to call in outside help for any role you can’t cover. • Update your SIRS every time the group changes, when stress spikes, or after a crisis. Trust evolves—so should your protocols.
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Example Quick Reference
Role Function Sample Alias Backup? Sentinel Perimeter Watch Rosie Megan Integrator Grounding Anchor Katie Anna Runner Escape/Signals Cassie Leah Scribe Records/Codes Talandra Nala
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Why SIRS Matters
Survivor teams fall apart when roles blur or boundaries slip. The SIRS system keeps you aligned—protecting the network, clarifying who does what, and giving everyone a chance to step back if they’re overloaded. This is what trust looks like, coded for the real world.
(Next up: Alias Safety & The Music Memory Code—your keys to covert identity and emotional grounding.)
#SIRS #safety #protocol #roles #survivorhandbook #boundaries #trust #fieldnotes #railroad
from Prdeush
🐿️ Vítej v Dědolesu, poutníku prdelatosti
Zde začíná tvé putování po světě, kde se z prdů tvoří moudrost a z prdelí realita. Dědoles není jen místo — je to živé podhoubí dědků, prdelí, jezevců a posvátného smrádku, které spojuje všechny dimenze prdelní existence.
V Dědolesu najdeš:
Dědky všech druhů – od běžných smrďousů po kvantové prďochy.
Frakce řiti a prdele, které soupeří o vůni a moc.
Podhoubí ďědas, síť prdelně-mystického mycelia, propojující celý vesmír Zmrdouniverza.
Zvláštní bytosti jako Zmrdopes, Prdimil Řiťuch, Mistr Prejtoslav a stovky dalších prdelních ikon.
A samozřejmě pivo Kravská dvanáctka, bez kterého se tu nic nehne.
Dědoles je kolébkou prdelní magie i filozofie. Tady se neřeší, jestli prdíš — tady se řeší, jaký máš tón a rezonanci. Každý dědek, prdel nebo jezevec má své místo v kruhu smrádku, a kdo ho najde, ten porozumí pravému smyslu výprdele.
„Kdo nesmrdí, ten nežije.“ – dědovské přísloví z Dědolesa
from Rosie's Resonance Chamber
Survivor Handbook: Introduction & How to Use This Guide
Welcome to the Survivor Handbook—your living guide to staying safe, finding clarity, and building real support networks inside and outside the system. If you’ve found your way here, you already know survival isn’t a straight line, and you don’t need another list of empty platitudes. This is for survivors, by survivors: practical, field-tested, coded with the reality of what it takes to navigate hostile corridors, closed doors, and all the subtle ways the world tries to shrink you.
Who this is for: • Survivors of high-control groups, coercive relationships, cults, or abusive family systems • Anyone who needs to set boundaries, recover from gaslighting, or build new safety rituals • Allies, chosen family, and “in-the-know” supporters looking to help without overstepping
How to use this guide: • In crisis: Flip straight to the Runaway Guide or Script/Counter-Script sections. Use what grounds you. • For study: Read through the Safety Structures, learn the codes, share with those who need it. • With allies: Use the boundaries, music memory, and SIRS protocols to build teams who know how to keep each other safe.
This handbook is a living document. It grows as you grow. If you’re reading this, you’re not alone—there’s a field of others out here, holding space and building new worlds with you.
(To move forward, start with the SIRS Safety Structure: Roles, Protocols, and Practical Boundaries.)
#survivorhandbook #introduction #safety #fieldnotes #boundaries #railroad #support
from CrystalComet
~Legacy~
The man drops on to his bed with a sigh. He’s staring at the ceiling, so deep in thought you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
His girlfriend walks in, pursing her lips as she wonders what he’s doing.
“You… all good?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
He doesn’t respond for a while, trying to find the words.
“Do you think… I matter? Like, overall?” He asks, a hint of resignation in his voice. She furrows her brow, sitting beside him and lifting his head into her lap.
“Of course you matter. You don’t think you do?” She asks, concernedly. He looks up at her, cracking a weak smile.
“I know I matter, to some people. But not in the grand scheme of things. How long after I die will it be until I’m forgotten?” He replies, hands idly playing the hem of his shirt.
She strokes his hair, the concern only growing.
“Does that matter? Why are you suddenly concerned about your legacy so much? If you’re that concerned, why not work towards building one?”
He lets out a dry chuckle.
“Easier said than done.”
“The truth is, no one just comes into a legacy. Even those in famous families or from royal lineages, whatever, their name will only carry them for so long. You have to decide what you want your legacy to be, and how to bring it to fruition. No mystical figure or whatever is going to give you some destiny.”
“Unfortunately.” He adds.
“No. Not unfortunately. That’s lazy. It’s contrived. This is the real word, hun. The people that don’t make something for themselves because they want to end up falling behind.”
She leans down, staring deep into his eyes, her hair creating a shield between their faces from the outside world.
“Make something of yourself. For yourself. Don’t sit around waiting for something.”
from ThatNorthernBloke
The sun beat down on a frosty Molton Road. Steam rose from the stands as a collective sigh rolled around the ground.
After commanding a comfortable 3-0 lead early on, we were pegged back to 3-3. A combination of bad luck, Guzan snapping a tendon when stretching for a stanchion-bound rocket, and the referee gifting our opponent a penalty when Barry had seen harder pillows while working at Dunelm in 1984.
Down but not out, it was time for our star man to rise from the grave of despair and clinch victory number ten.
The clock, finally right as we never bothered to switch it to British Summer Time, ticked on. 90 minutes. 91. 92.
The passing was furious, the middle of the park like a World War One battleground. Tackles flying in, screams of agony, interceptions like air defence missiles working overtime.
It seemed as if the deadlock would never be broken.
Up stepped Lynden Jack Gooch.
Our diminutive captain, playing in an unfamiliar right midfield role, received a pass from Crystal Dunn. Jinking, darting, he evaded not one, not two, but three desperate lunges as he soared towards the edge of the box.
A drop of the shoulder put him on his weaker left foot, but no bother for our Lynd. He lashed an effort, curling, towards the top corner.
The air was sucked out of the ground, the fans simultaneously rose from their seats as if one person, the sound of seats clattering acting as a metronome. It was as if time itself had stopped, until a subtle ‘ding’ and whooshing of the net was heard from Molton Road to Mumbai.
Eruption.
I have never in my 34 years heard a noise like it. It was bedlam, pandemonium. Gooch sprinted over to the fans, ripped his shirt like Hulk Hogan and roared in delight. He revealed ‘GOOCHBALL’ scrawled across his chest in what we can only hope was red paint and not blood. In return, the fans swamped him as if the Earth itself has opened up and swallowed him whole.
Our Captain. Our Leader. Our American Boy.
It was the win that secured us maximum Rivals points for the week, but it was more than that. It was a statement.
A statement that this is a team that never gives up. Never falters in the face of despair. That you can believe in these boys and girls, because they fight for the badge. For what’s right. For freedom.
Kitman Kevin was fuming about the shirt, but even he knew you don’t bollock destiny. Lynden got a yellow card for his troubles, but it was more than worth it.
We can buy new shirts. We can serve suspensions. But moments like this? You only live them once.
Up the fucking Yanks!
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Chaos reigned at Molton Road as Goochball flirted with footballing divinity. Four penalties, a red card, and a 4–0 deficit had the faithful fearing the worst — until Mallory Swanson, wings unfurled, dragged the team from the abyss with a four-goal masterclass to seal a 5–4 comeback for the ages.
Barry called it “rebirth,” then fainted, while Guzan’s knees clicked out the national anthem. The week ended in madness, miracles, and the faint scent of cigar smoke — proof that at Molton Road, even when all hope is dead, Goochball finds a way to rise again.
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#HereWeGo – New Players:
🇺🇸 Timothy Weah (85 – RB) Faster than logic, sharper than Gooch’s fringe on a windy day. Spends more time overlapping than a Venn diagram on Red Bull. Barry calls him “the American Cafu,” — and he should know, he coached him at Palmeiras in 1995 while seconding as an au pair for Zico.
🇺🇸 Casey Krueger (84 – CB) Built like a chest freezer and tackles like one falling down the stairs. Calm on the ball, murderous off it. Barry swears she was born during an earthquake — and causes a tremor every time she jumps for a header.
🇺🇸 Diego Luna (84 – CAM) A man who looks like he should be in a Mexican drug cartel but plays like he’s possessed by the ghost of Zidane. Smooth dribbling, reckless hair, and a first touch that could cure gout. Barry once described him as “mercurial, but with taxes paid.”
🇺🇸 Owen Wolff (84 – CM) Looks 12, plays 40. The sort of midfielder who’ll quietly rack up 40 passes and three arrests. Barry says he has “the eyes of a prophet and the haircut of a geography teacher.” Reliable, if slightly unnerving.
🇺🇸 Zoe Matthews (84 – CM) So tall the Grand Canyon looks like a crack in the pavement. Dominates midfield purely through gravitational pull. The last player to nutmeg her is still orbiting somewhere over Birmingham. Barry’s terrified of her — and rightly so.
Barry pulled me aside after training and said he’s never seen a squad so tall, talented, and terminally confused — and that includes his time coaching the 1996 Barnsley U-15s during a locust outbreak.
4-1-3-2 Full-throttle, heavy-metal Goochball. Both full-backs bomb forward like they’ve got unpaid parking tickets, and defending is mostly theoretical. Barry calls it “organised chaos,” though only one of those words applies.
4-3-3 (2) A slightly more sensible setup — the tactical equivalent of switching from tequila to shandy. Solid through the middle, deadly on the break. Barry refers to it as “the calm before the calamity.”
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Barry says Halloween isn’t a holiday, it’s a scouting opportunity. “Only the brave show themselves under a blood moon,” he muttered, before handing me another fun-size Mars Bar with a fucking bite already missing.
Of course Ultimate Scream, one of the community’s favourite promos, is back. As I mentioned in the last episode, it appears we’ve been blessed with approximately 16,000 new central midfielders, in a formation where I can fit one. Fabulous.
Week Two brought us our scariest Spooky recruit yet. Zoe Matthews, a 6’2” behemoth, is so tall the Grand Canyon appears like a mere hairline crack. However, she is nothing compared to our latest Evo.
Patrick Hickey isn’t a player. He’s a pure, unadulterated specimen. Standing at 6’6” and adorning the most majestic of moustaches, I’m pretty certain that, as he entered the stadium, he briefly left the Earth’s atmosphere.
Rub It Better Rob, our 25-stone physio, had to lend him his oxygen mask just to bring him back to this planet, all while Barry was on the blower to Red Bull to ask if they could do another parachute jump from space — only it would just involve Big Pat standing on a ladder in the car park.
What’s even better is that Pat has come from the Irish league, which means he should definitely bring us some luck. Surely.
Our second Evo has possibly one of the best names in the squad. A genuine juxtaposition, a ying and yang — Brian Gutierrez — the name of a telenovela star, the vibe of a lad who runs a chip shop in Wigan. Starting out as a measly 68 rated card, our Evo path has him turn into a genuine menace. But more on that next week.
While I’m extremely excited about welcoming both Patrick and Brian into the Molton Road fold, there is one slight bone of contention. The Evo requirements will take me approximately a millennia to complete. Honestly, these are paid Evos. I’m spending cold hard coins upgrading these fellas, only for it to take me 20 fucking matches to complete them. It’s genuinely absurd.
So by the time FC27 comes round we might have completed them, but they will have to wait — this week was about continuing our good rivals run while also Evoing our main man Lynden Gooch so that, finally, he’s no longer a silver card.
Weirdly, the Rise From The Grave Evo we put him in was actually a LB one, which gave decent all around boosts for a +6 overall, including dribbling, balance, agility and defensive stats.
Talking of rising from the grave (or probation) CCV is back in the squad, equipped with a handy ankle tag. He might not be able to play on a Tuesday night (court order), but a monstrous Evo might thrust him back into the team come next Saturday.
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Played: 16 | Won: 10 | Drawn: 0 | Lost: 6
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Lynden Gooch — A true captains shift this week as he inspired us to victory while playing out of position on the right side of midfield. Ripped his shirt off, scored a banger, and probably violated three FIFA regulations in the process.
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##🧬 Evo Watch
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Later that night, Barry appeared in the doorway of my office — face half-lit by the light of a vending machine filled only with Curly Wurly’s, and the embers of a fat Cuban cigar.
The smoke curled around him like smog on a Tuesday in Middlesbrough — dense, ominous, and faintly depressing.
He didn’t knock. He never does.
He spoke slowly, voice gravelled and low, each word dragging the weight of a hangover and hidden knowledge.
“When the tall one bends and the small one spins, balance will be restored. The wardrobe of flesh shall guard the skies, but it is the boy seasoned in tapas and sangria who will find the cracks between seconds. One born of reach, the other of rhythm — together they bring the balance on which Goochball hinges. But beware… for when the Hickey howls, even Row Z will tremble.”
He tapped the ash into my freshly made mug of instant coffee, gave a knowing nod, and, on the half turn when leaving, muttered,
“It’s all in motion now.”
He disappeared into the corridor, leaving only a very ‘ashy’ coffee, the faint scent of cigar smoke and impending chaos.
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Until next time, YEEHAW!
from Lastige Gevallen in de Rede
Tussen alle wonderlijke bouwwerken die aanbidding heeft veroorzaakt steken er een aantal boven uit. De klaagmuur is daar een van. De diep gelovigen staan nu al eeuwen te jammeren, weeklagen, bidden om meer en beter, aanhoudende progressie, ieder etmaal wiegen ze hun ongenoegen, stoppen er briefjes in met smeekbedes, roepen de hulp in van elders en ondanks dat staat de muur er nog altijd. Het lijkt er sterk op dat praten niet helpt om deze muur te verwijderen of verplaatsen. Het is tijd om de handen te steken uit de mouwen, desnoods kei voor kei de muur te slopen en er dan iets leuks van maken bijvoorbeeld een masjoel, iets waar twee geloven samen komen voor een bakkie leut en wat gekeuvel over en weer over het klimaat, opspelende jicht en weer leven krijgen in de dooie zee, de echt belangrijke zaken.
from eivindtraedal
Hva i alle dager er det NRK holder på med? Har Donald Trump blitt redaktør for Supernytt?
Det har åpenbart brutt ut panikk på Marienlyst. Bakgrunnen er at BBC har blitt truet med søksmål på flere milliarder av Donald Trump, og utsatt for en høyrevridd svertekampanje. Stridens kjerne er en dokumentar der BBCs program Panorama har gjengitt Trumps egne ord under stormingen av kongressen. Dette har falt Trump tungt for brystet.
Den britiske The Telegraph har spredd et lekket internt notat som visstnok skal være «bevis» for at Panorama har «manipulert» en tale av Donald Trump før stormingen av Kongressen slik at det «feilaktig framstår som at han direkte oppfordret til vold dagen da følgerne hans stormet Kongressen». Redaksjonen tok selvkritikk på at de burde klippet innslaget bedre, men det var ikke nok. To BBC-toppsjefer har nå blitt tvunget til å gå, etter en kampanje fra høyrevridde medier. En pinlig kapitulasjon.
For hva er egentlig skandalen her? At Trumps uttalelser den 6. januar 2021 kan defineres som oppfordring til vold er ubestridelig. Både en føderal dommer og 6. januar-komiteen i kongressen konkluderte med at Trump oppfordret til stormingen av Kongressen. Trump har også indirekte oppfordret til mer vold i ettertid, ved å benåde alle de dømte voldsmennene da han gjeninntok det hvite hus. Han mener åpenbart vold i hans navn er legitimt og ikke bør kunne straffes.
Dette er et angrep på den frie presse begått i vond tro av Trump-vennlige aktører i Storbritannia. Trump har allerede fått store amerikanske medier til å bøye nakken. Nå vender han blikket utenlands. Hvordan reagerer vårt eget NRK? Jo, med å få panikk og begynne å revidere og redigere sine egne arkiver. Nå må vi slette gamle innslag på Supernytt, før Saurons øye retter seg mot Norge! Kanskje den gale kongen i Det hvite hus vil vise miskunn med oss?
Målet er å skrive om historien, og så tvil om det vi alle så med våre egne øyne: at Trump forsøkte å nulle ut et demokratisk valg med vold, og begå statskupp.
«Do not comply in advance» lyder et av de viktigste rådene til Timothy Snyder i boka «On Tyranny». Det er dessverre nøyaktig det NRK gjør her. Jeg betaler ikke min skatt til NRK med glede når de utviser en slik ryggesløs holdning overfor MAGA-regimet.
Les også denne gode kommentaren for oversikt over BBC-”skandalen”.