"Historians sometimes say that when societies are descending into fascism, it can be hard for the people to notice it in real time. Well, historians of the future, I’m here to tell you: Millions of us are noticing. And we are horrified and enraged." trib.al/0islLh9

The lyrics may change, but the song remains the same. Putin makes demands and Trump obediently repeats them without making any demands or concessions from Russia. Putin has been trying to destroy Ukraine for years and has failed. The only way to end the war is Ukrainian victory.

Trump to russia and Ukraine: "NO MORE, GO HOME TO YOUR FAMILIES IN PEACE!" Where to go, moron?

Yesss 💪🏻

Šodien uz #11vilki spēli ar skaidru vēsti no Valmieras futbola faniem 💥🔫 Domā, saklausīs mūsu lūgšanas? #IngaraPūlis

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

I just watched a new documentary on Netflix called Change My Mind. It was about a Czech documentary maker wanting to take a handful of Czech people into Ukraine, those that believed Russian propaganda, those that believe Ukraine was responsible for the Russian invasion. I thought it would bring something to me, I wanted to watch them change as they witnessed the atrocities, but as I was watching the documentary I realised I was watching the wrong people. I realised that no matter what these people seen that they could never be changed. I realised that they never wanted to change. I realised they would create an excuse for the Russians for anything that they witnessed. It turned my stomach and made me feel physically sick. A man called Ivo got asked, after he was told by a Ukrainian volunteer about how the hospital receives children everyday from the front line zones that have been raped by Russian soldiers, he is asked, “how can you explain this, how can this be justified”, he simply replies “Well the Russian soldiers don’t know if they will live to the next day, so they see a pretty girl and they take the opportunity”…….. this is mindset we are up against….. these people will formulate anything in their minds to justify the sickness and the genocide in which they support. A women called Petra when she is walked around a Forrest with over 400 civilians that were buried in mass graves next to a place the Russians had a camp was saying that the she believed it was faked, suggesting that the Ukrainians had killed their own men, women and children as a symbol to convince other Ukrainians to blame and to fight Russia. Ukrainians do not need to be provided with a reason from their own, the Russians show them every day why they must fight and why they cannot give up. That same woman hugged a man outside of the apartment building after he explained it was the building in which he lost his whole family and his grandchildren from a Russian bomb that ripped through his apartment building that killed 52 people, after walking off she complained about the noise of the air raid sirens, and that they were disturbing the peace….. Do not watch this documentary. Every day I struggle to see light when I’m surrounded by this way of thinking that I just can’t fucking fathom. I just can’t understand for a second how these people let themselves get infected with this sickness. I’m honestly fucking losing hope with this world, I’m seriously losing hope. Everything I see, everything, everything is just turning to shit. I just want to fucking wake up and for all of this to stop. I need it to be a bad dream but it’s not. It’s all just a fucking nightmare and I’m one of the fortunate ones unlike the people that have to live this. I have no right to complain. I’m a comfortable westerner, but my heart is fucking breaking for these people. I thought our countries were great, I truly thought we were great, but how great can we be when we have let this happen.

This is a map of every civilian hit by drones in Kherson by @tochnyi. Nearly 3,000 innocent people bombed in their homes and streets. It looks like the Blitz map of London in WW2. Everyone needs to see this.

Putin needs a war with NATO because his power rests on convincing Russians that they are fighting for survival. His rule depends on permanent escalation, on the constant impression that the state is surrounded, besieged, and therefore united only under his leadership. The rhetoric of existential threat is not a tool among others; it is the foundation of his authority. This logic is not new. Every dictator who rose to power through aggression was trapped in the same cycle. Napoleon could not stop his campaigns without weakening his legitimacy. Hitler’s Reich collapsed the moment its advance stalled. Even Stalin’s system required permanent mobilization, whether through war, industrial “battles,” or purges. The dictator cannot offer stability, because stability would expose the emptiness of his promises. For Putin, this means that the end of expansion is the beginning of decline. If Russia is not conquering, it is losing. If it is not escalating, it is being exposed as fragile. The survival of the regime requires external conflict just as much as oxygen is required for breathing. This is why any pause in aggression is temporary, and why peace, for such a ruler, is not an option but a threat.

"There is no international institution that can stop wars. This is how weak these institutions have become," "What can people in Sudan, Somalia, Palestine expect from the UN or global system? For decades - just statements and statements" "If a nation wants peace, it still has to work on weapons. It's not international law and cooperation, but weapons that decide who survives" "There are no security guarantees except friends and weapons. For many nations, there is simply no other way out." Zelensky at the UN

I remember I was visiting Moscow in April 2014, just after Putin had annexed Crimea and invaded Donbas. I was doing training for regional broadcast media organizations. I remember walking accidentally into a meeting of media owners that wasn't meant for me. They were talking about how to survive the clampdown on media's reporting and navigate thr meteorically rising censorship without losing their licenses. I still remember the hushed voices in which these media owners from around the country agreed that "this is insane" and "the whole Crimea thing is crazy" BUT "for now it's better not to rock the boat". I visited the next year too. The owners looked depressed, having lost 1/3 of their revenue in one year. But they still agreed "better not to rock the boat" and "it's a price worth paying to preserve our independent media". 10 years later there's zero independent media in Russia. I just can't not see the parallels with what's happening with US media now. Seems reversible now. But is it.

Es taisni asaru nobirdināju, kādu sirdi plosošu interviju pērkamā politprotitūta @elitaveidemane publicējusi “Pietiek” un NRA par 30 sudraba grašiem. Plaši zināmais ļeņigradas gopņiks un rusņas aktīvu izlaupītājs vēl 1993 gadā no cietuma paglāba savu ‘bratanu’ putinu, jo saikne ar čekista mahinācijām veda tieši pie viņa paša. Es neiedziļināšos viņš “biznesa” vēsturē un miljons faktos, kas viņš ir - par to nav šis tvīts. avena apgalvojumi par vēctēvu ir tikpat ticami, kā manējie par vectētiņu Ādolfu. Izcila rusņas dienestu operācija nezāles iestādīšanai Latvijā. Draņķis un melis vēl spekulē ar latviešu deportācijām, meklējot atrunas par latviešu valodas nezināšanu. Neviena vārda pat šajā iestudējumā sauktu par interviju nevar pateikt ne pret putinu, ne pret karu un neko par Ukrainu. Un tieši tāpēc, ka viņš ir tik tīrs un nevainīgs kā bāreņa asara, pielieto netīrākās metodes saviem personīgajiem mērķiem - uzbrūk Latvijas Republikas @Arlietas - LV valstiskumam un uzpērk izbadējušos cibiņus kā Veidemena, Ronis, Apvienotais Saraksts politprostitūtas u.c.

Valmieras dakterītim pašam sev derētu izrakstīt Viagru, lai svarīgos brīžos tā būtu pa rokai un viņš spētu neatturēties no vīrieša, arī deputāta cienīgas rīcības 💊

Šim Avena (Putina pietuvinātās personas) attaisnojošajam rakstam ir konkrēts autors. Tā ir Veidemane, kas tepat Xā izliekas par sūrāko Latvijas patrioti

Fucking hypocritical world. One day. Two realities.

Sēdies, divi @tv3lv 🟥 Pēc pirmās un trešās ceturtdaļas basītī ir divu minūšu pārtraukums, nevis divas ar pusi ‼️

Saistībā ar man atņemto akreditāciju uz Eiropas čempionātu basketbolā. Cik dzirdu, kāds kungs no LBS pilsētā runājot, ka man samaksāts, lai es uzrakstu šādu kritisku rakstu. Varu paziņot - neesmu uzpērkams un nekad neesmu bijis!

Dear American friends, I'm so sorry your president is such a piece of shit. This is beyond all human decency. He's basically saying: "Don't resist, don't struggle, don't scream or it will be worse." These are the words of a rapist. I can't put it any other way.

So just surrender? Ukraine "went into a war" when Russia invaded in 2014 and tried to take over the entire country in 2022. Look at the casualty numbers, the strikes on RU energy. Russia is the one getting its ass kicked, which is why Putin is pushing Trump to help him.

Baigais kasēklis no šī sanāca, bet patiesībā tam vajadzētu būt kacēklim pirms gaidāmās grupas līderu kaujas Valmierā ⚔️ @skspeks 🆚️ @FkCesisFc VFC treniņu bāzē 👊🏻