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https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=e061Py8MTHg&si=mMQjvpiU9WWUTNZh English lyrics [Chorus: Mo Chara] It shouldn't be accepted, there's no good In their politics, for you and me It shouldn't be accepted, belly of the beast Hungry again, feeding overseas [Verse 1: Móglaí Bap] I'm sick of always being switched on How come, it's always on me To be sorting everything, run along fuck sake I'm sick of you cunts, that's it I'm going off the grid in the countryside (hey!) To the Green Rathcairn of Meath If you see me in the street, there's nothin' to see I'm goin' for a chowder and a dip in the sea And a pint of stout that's a little bit of me [Verse 2: Mo Chara] Kneecap always fillin' the void I don't want to do anything just chill with the boys But I have to go on stage, makin' some noise Doing a politician's job that they're tryna avoid You're not gettin' away with fuck all You're not gettin' away with doin' nothin' We won't forget these people You think we'd move on and forget what happened? Nah, fuck Keir Starmer Netanyahu's bitch and genocide armer Better off as compost for farmers Every time I watch, I cringe and I'm embarrassed That isn't and will never be my nature No escapin' it, visible on your phone I'm not happy sitting on my ass Twiddlin' thumbs when folks lose their home [Chorus: Mo Chara] It shouldn't be accepted, there's no good In their politics, for you and me It shouldn't be accepted, belly of the beast Hungry again, feeding overseas It shouldn't be accepted, there's no good In their politics, for you and me It shouldn't be accepted, belly of the beast Hungry again, feeding overseas [Verse 3: Móglaí Bap] Same old story Sucking America's dick Wanting attention and a couple of Pounds Oh man, you're a silly wee- Same old story Sucking America's dick Wanting attention and a couple of Pounds Oh man, you're a silly wee- [Verse 4: Mo Chara] You're nothing but a Tory, dressed in Labour clothin' Never seen a cunt so borin', with a restin' face of loathin' Personality stolen, look a constant state of condolence Your face tells a story, like there's washing to be folded [Verse 5: Móglaí Bap] Do they not understand who we are? You were popular way back when People did whatever they want, nobody stood in their way That's colonial cringe, now we're lookin' back-paid Wanting everything back The 6 Counties, the artifacts we're takin' all that Look mate, the Paddies are back To put an end to your Kingdom and that's a fact [Chorus: Mo Chara] It shouldn't be accepted, there's no good In their politics, for you and me It shouldn't be accepted, belly of the beast Hungry again, feeding overseas It shouldn't be accepted, there's no good In their politics, for you and me It shouldn't be accepted, belly of the beast Hungry again, feeding overseas

164 years ago today Robert E. Lee sat down in Maryland and wrote out a plan so bold it might have won the war for the Confederacy. Instead, a careless copy of that order would be dropped in a field, found wrapped around three cigars, and become the most famous lost document in American military history. By September 9, Lee's invasion of the North had hit a snag. His whole campaign depended on his supply line running back through the Shenandoah Valley, but a Union garrison of some 12,000 men still sat at Harpers Ferry, right athwart it, refusing to withdraw. Lee decided to deal with them in characteristically audacious fashion. On September 9 he issued Special Orders No. 191, a detailed plan that did something almost reckless: it split his already outnumbered army into four separate pieces, scattered across miles of Maryland countryside. Stonewall Jackson would swing back to capture Harpers Ferry, other columns would take supporting positions, and Lee would push on with the rest, all of them to reunite later. It was a gamble that relied entirely on the slow, cautious Union commander George McClellan not realizing the Confederate army was divided and vulnerable. Copies of the order went out to each of Lee's generals. And somewhere in the shuffle, one copy, the one meant for General D.H. Hill, went astray. It was used to wrap three cigars and then, somehow, dropped and forgotten in a meadow outside Frederick, Maryland. A few days later, on September 13, Union soldiers marching into that same campground stopped to rest. A corporal from the 27th Indiana named Barton Mitchell spotted the little bundle lying in the grass, three cigars wrapped in a piece of paper. He unwrapped it and realized he was holding a full copy of Robert E. Lee's secret battle plan, signed and detailed, laying out exactly where every scattered piece of the Confederate army was going to be. The paper raced up the chain to McClellan, who reportedly exclaimed that here was a paper with which, if he could not whip Bobbie Lee, he would be willing to go home. For once he had a golden chance: the exact locations of an enemy army divided into pieces he could destroy one at a time. True to form, McClellan still moved too slowly to fully capitalize, giving Lee just enough time to pull his scattered forces back together. But the Lost Order forced the collision. It sent McClellan lunging at the mountain passes and set up the terrible clash days later along Antietam Creek, the bloodiest single day in American history. The order Lee confidently wrote out on this day may have cost him his whole campaign, all because of a dropped bundle of cigars.

On the morning of 3 April 1882, thousands gathered to view the body of Jesse James, less than twenty-four hours after he was shot dead in St. Joseph, Missouri. His open coffin was packed with large blocks of ice to preserve his body as mourners, reporters and photographers filed silently past. Those melting blocks of ice made it possible for one of the most famous photographs of the Old West to be taken. More than 140 years later, the photograph still marks the moment Jesse James passed from notorious outlaw into an Anglo-American legend.

pardon for my language after the article link…. https://floppingaces.net/most-wanted/democrats-lawfared-themselves-into-a-supreme-court-showdown-over-mail-ballots/ Democrats just fucked themselves so hard into a Supreme Court showdown over mail ballots that it should be studied as a masterclass in suicidal stupidity. These absolute clowns couldn’t stop suing. Twenty-three blue-state assholes plus D.C. sprinted to that Obama-appointed hack Indira Talwani in Massachusetts and got Trump’s ballot-tracking order frozen. She actually wrote that the Constitution forbids the president from making mailed ballots trackable because ... get this ... it might “confuse” or “disenfranchise” the same people who already lose their own mail. The First Circuit rubber-stamped that garbage like the partisan bootlickers they are. But no, that wasn’t enough. The same fucking NGOs and blue attorneys then filed a second lawsuit in D.C. for extra insurance. That’s when the nuclear own-goal detonated. The D.C. court and the D.C. Circuit turned around and said the complete opposite: the challenge was premature, the rules weren’t final, and the real harm was to the administration. Instant circuit split. SCOTUS yanked the case and ordered briefs by Monday. While the entire media circus and the professional outrage machine stayed glued to the SAVE Act ... the high-drama, sixty-vote, birth-certificate circus that still can’t get past the Senate filibuster ... the real, durable, lower-friction win slipped right through the side door. Barcodes. Real-time tracking. Official Election Mail logos that work exactly like the Amazon package confirmation every American already uses without crying racism. Federal gating via citizenship lists. Chain-of-custody data that turns “mysteriously disappeared” red-county ballots into prosecutable evidence instead of shrugged-off “glitches.” No new voter burdens. No endless provisional-ballot sob stories for the networks. No 60-vote Senate math. Just existing postal authority turning the mailstream into an auditable checkpoint that sticks once it’s live. Progressives sued so fucking hard in two friendly courts that they accidentally delivered the higher-value fight straight to the only court that can end their shit. Ruthless. Self-inflicted. And the most delicious part is they still don’t even realize how badly they just bent themselves over.

If I may be so Trumpadacious...This is a good feed, the best feed. There's no other feed like it in the world. A million posts everyday, by everyday Americans.

You may not think it's impressive, but it's more proficient than 90% of American public school students. https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2026/07/01/spain-University-of-Barcelona-zoo-giraffes-math/3071782924817/

I love a good state fair, especially a great American one. Play some corn hole for cheap prizes, eat fried foods that'll clog an artery from across the room, and a heaping helping of patriotism for all to enjoy!

Just a reminder. People in America are found guilty in a court of law, not a court of public opinion. Just because the internet expedites the latter does not mean it's legally binding.