21 Replies to “June 12, 2026: Reader Tips”

    1. Excellent summary. My only beef is that he called Karen Bass an “ex-communist”. Please.

    1. I stopped when the song began … “this little pig went to market”.
      Yes, I’m a pig for buying the TDS dip. And all capitalists are pigs. All investors are pigs. Yes, the communists will always be with us … to paraphrase Christ.

  1. How is your situational awareness? When you hear people walking towards you from behind, do you turn to look? Do you have a plan if you’re attacked by a random new citizen? Do you carry a secret personal protection device? Are you in good physical condition, and ready, prepared for most perils? Do you train for such events?

    Burnley, England is a small city of about 75k situated 30 km north of Manchester on the edge of the forests.
    I guess location isn’t so important to this, the entire country is infected with riff-raff.
    He does a little dance, not quite a jig, after the assault.

    https://x.com/DC_Draino/status/2065555588029813021

    1. Apparently the girl in the above attack was returning from her first cancer treatment.

      “The stabbing attack on a 17yr old girl in Burnley comes only days after a teenage boy was attacked in the same area by an invader from a HMO housing them at the taxpayers expense.”
      “The boy was hit in the face with a brick multiple times and was captured fleeing covered in blood!”

      https://x.com/TRobinsonNewEra/status/2065564777745637404

      1. My daughter honeymooned in Britain and Ireland … her Man-U fan husband took them to a Man-U match … and then they drove toward the midlands and ended up in Burnley. They stopped into a local pub and were instantly adopted by the BEAUTIFUL indigenous people of Burnley … who got them tickets to the soccer match and partied with them for two days.

        My daughter has had a soft spot for Burnley ever since … and still roots for little Burnley in and out of the PL. The indigenous people are just LOVELY.

        THIS is a crying shame … and … a crying shame.

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