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What about this one?

His next targets? https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15431543/cuba-colombia-regime-change-trump-maduro.html?utm_social_post_id=641500706&utm_social_handle_id=164305410295882&ito=social-facebook Then this https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15431731/Zelensky-Trump-arrest-dictator-Putin-Venezuela-Maduro.html?ito=social-facebook&utm_social_post_id=641546490&utm_social_handle_id=164305410295882

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Here's another one for you to pull apart. Also from FB. Billy Sing.docx

May God have mercy on my soul. Old Charlie sausage fingers aka "The King' decided to take up walking every day. However, his route takes him past a particular corner on which a prostitute is always standing, offering her services. He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain to follow. " 150 pounds!" she’d shouted. "No, £5!" he said, from the side of his mouth, just to shut her up. This ritual between him and the hooker became a daily occurrence." £150!” He'd yell back, "no, £5!" One day, Camilla decided to accompany her husband. As the couple neared the hooker's corner, Charlie boy realised she'd bark her £150 offer and Camilla would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past outings. As they neared the hooker’s corner he became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure enough, there she stood. He tried to avoid eye contact as she watched the pair pass. Then, the hooker yelled; See what you get for £5, you tight b#stard!...

Former Honduran President Juan Orlando Hernández, who was convicted of drug trafficking, was pardoned by President Donald Trump on December 1, 2025. Hernández had been sentenced to 45 years in prison for his role in a scheme that imported over 400 tonnes of cocaine into the United States.

When you can't get a real horse, how about an e-horse? https://au.pinterest.com/pin/6403624466243887/

Your images appear to be at a much younger age. All 3 have an feminine look about the. If you do a websearch for Dr James Barry and click on Images, the image attached to my article appears numerous times, as well as your images.

I see where BYD are outselling Teslas.

This article was posted on Facebook. Very interesting. For fifty years, he was one of the British Empire's most brilliant surgeons—and after he died, the world tried to erase everything he'd accomplished because of what they found when they examined his body. London, 1809. A slight young man barely five feet tall enrolled at Edinburgh University medical school. His name was James Barry. He was brilliant, abrasive, and determined to become a surgeon. He was also living a secret that would remain hidden for the next fifty-six years. Barry excelled at Edinburgh, graduating with honors in 1812. He joined the British Army as a medical officer and was posted to Cape Town, South Africa in 1816. What happened there would change surgical history. In 1826, a woman in Cape Town was dying in childbirth. The baby couldn't be delivered naturally. In that era, this was essentially a death sentence—both mother and child would die. Cesarean sections had been attempted for centuries, but almost never successfully. The mother nearly always died from blood loss, infection, or shock. Dr. James Barry decided to try anyway. He performed the surgery with precision and care that was extraordinary for the time. He controlled bleeding meticulously. He worked quickly to minimize shock. He managed post-operative care with techniques far ahead of standard practice. Both mother and baby survived. It was one of the first successful cesarean sections in Africa, and one of the earliest in the British Empire where both patients lived. The child was named James Barry Munnik Bekker in honor of the surgeon who'd saved both their lives. But Barry's achievements went far beyond one surgery. Over his fifty-year military career, he revolutionized medical care across the British Empire. He improved conditions in military hospitals and prisons. He advocated for clean water supplies and proper sewage systems—critical public health measures before germ theory was understood. He insisted on treating soldiers, prisoners, and enslaved people with the same medical standards as officers. He fought constantly with superior officers who thought he was arrogant and difficult. He was court-martialed multiple times for insubordination—usually for refusing to provide inadequate medical care or for treating people his superiors thought didn't deserve treatment. He was promoted anyway, eventually becoming Inspector General of Military Hospitals—one of the highest medical positions in the British Army. Barry served in South Africa, Mauritius, Jamaica, St. Helena, Trinidad, Malta, Corfu, and Canada. Everywhere he went, he improved medical standards and saved lives. He was known as brilliant, temperamental, eccentric, and absolutely uncompromising about patient care. He kept everyone at a distance. He never married. He had a long-term manservant named John who was fiercely protective of his privacy. He wore padded clothing and walked with a peculiar gait. People found him strange, but his medical skills were undeniable. In 1865, Dr. James Barry died in London of dysentery at approximately age 70. And then the secret came out. The woman preparing Barry's body for burial, Sophia Bishop, discovered that Barry had been assigned female at birth. Moreover, she claimed there were marks suggesting Barry had given birth at some point. Bishop told the army. The army told the newspapers. The scandal exploded. Victorian society couldn't comprehend what they'd learned. The newspapers struggled with how to report it. Medical journals debated what it meant. The army sealed Barry's records. And almost immediately, people began trying to erase Barry's achievements. Instead of celebrating one of the British Empire's most accomplished surgeons, Victorian society focused on scandal and deception. Instead of acknowledging fifty years of medical innovation, they obsessed over Barry's body. The person who'd performed groundbreaking surgery, who'd revolutionized public health across multiple continents, who'd fought for the medical treatment of the most vulnerable people in the empire—all of that got buried under shock and gossip. Barry had specifically requested in writing that there be no post-mortem examination after death. That request was ignored. Barry had lived as a man for over fifty years, had built a career as a man, had been buried with military honors as a man. After death, all of that was suddenly called into question. Here's what we know for certain: James Barry was an extraordinary surgeon who saved countless lives and advanced medical practice across the British Empire. We know Barry performed one of the first successful cesarean sections in Africa. We know Barry fought for sanitation, clean water, and medical care for marginalized people. We know Barry challenged medical orthodoxy and military hierarchy to improve patient outcomes. We know Barry wanted privacy and specifically requested no examination after death—a final wish that was violated. The rest—how Barry understood their own identity, why Barry lived as a man, what that meant to them—we can't know. Barry never explained publicly. The only person who knew was Barry, and Barry took that knowledge to the grave. What we do know is that Barry's medical achievements deserve to be remembered. The child born by cesarean in Cape Town in 1826 grew up, had his own children, and his descedants are alive today—all because James Barry had the skill and courage to attempt a surgery most surgeons wouldn't try. The soldiers, prisoners, and colonized people who received medical care because Barry insisted they deserved treatment—their lives mattered because Barry fought for them. The hospitals that improved sanitation, the cities that built clean water systems, the medical standards that were raised—all because Barry wouldn't accept "good enough" when lives were at stake. For over a century after Barry's death, these achievements were footnotes to scandal. Medical history books focused more on Victorian shock than on surgical innovation. Only recently have historians begun to properly recognize Barry's contributions to medicine and public health. Today, there are plays, books, and documentaries about James Barry. Medical schools teach about Barry's innovations. Public health experts cite Barry's advocacy for sanitation and clean water. The child from that 1826 cesarean, James Barry Munnik Bekker, grew up to become a prominent South African. His grandson, James Barry Munnik Hertzog, became Prime Minister of South Africa. Three generations descended from a surgery most doctors said was impossible—all because one surgeon refused to accept that "impossible" meant letting patients die. Dr. James Barry lived for fifty years as a military surgeon, saving lives and challenging medical orthodoxy. Whatever else Barry was, whatever secrets Barry kept, whatever identity Barry held privately—those achievements are undeniable. The world tried to erase them after Barry's death. We shouldn't let that erasure stand. Because James Barry proved that brilliant medical care, fierce advocacy for patients, and revolutionary public health thinking matter more than society's rigid expectations. And that's true regardless of what anyone discovered after Barry died. In honor of Dr. James Barry (c. 1789-1865), Inspector General of Military Hospitals, who saved countless lives and whose medical innovations outlasted Victorian scandal.

Lots of rumours that Ivanka is Barron's mother.

I can't remember when I last wrote a "letter". The only thing we send by snail mail is Christmas cards, and even they are becoming less and less. This Christmas I only sent them to my siblings and my wife's siblings. My parents generation died years ago. I only received 4 cards this year. Most of my communication is by email or text. Phone conversations are decreasing, because I have great difficulty hearing, even with headphones. Non-family friends are Facebook friends, (former colleagues, etc.), with whom I communicate by FB direct messages.

I pay some of my bills by direct debit, council rates in monthly instalments, Linkt tollroad bill, health, car and house insurance. Phone bill, electricity, gas, water I pay incrementally each pension day by Bpay so I build up a credit. That's why the power bill I got today was $0.00. $23,60 in credit towards the next bill. I find it easier to budget that way. The phone bill is always the same. I have the cheapest plan Vodafone offer, and we never exceed the usage allowance on the plan. My phone and my daughters are on the one plan, she pays NBN and Foxtel.

I don't "just click on links", I delete them. I also have a strong antivirus that rejects and blocks an enormous amount of stuff. I run regular system scans to search for problems. All clear.

One pf the things affecting the writing of letters is that younger people these days are have forgotten or have not learnt to read and write cursive. Everything is done on a keyboard. Even I now have to sit and practice a bit before I write anything, or it is totally unreadable. Jerry, you seem to be the expert in this area. What is the chance of fraud with cloud storage? It seems everything you do ends up on the cloud. Even transferring a photo from my phone wants to send it to the cloud, and create a Word document or Excel spreadsheet, and click Save As, and the default destination is cloud storage. I have been receiving 3 or 4 emails a day for over a month saying my cloud storage is full, and requesting me to renew. The emails are obviously a scam, because they come from what look like private email addresses, the headline showing in my inbox summary mention names I don't know, or gobbledegook (eg tfg.h/uytfgbnyhjm, see below), and the email addresses are all No Reply addresses. They threaten deleting my files and photos, and now say I won't be able to send or receive emails. The only ones I want to stop receiving are these bloody cloud renewal ones. I just direct them to the trash folder. I have tried to cancel the cloud option from my computer and the cloud symbol in the taskbar has a slash through it.

The problem with some of these sites is that you have to spend a minimum amount. Say you see something you want for $25. You may have to find something you don't want or need to bring your purchase up to the minimum (say $40).

??? He posted it on Facebook. He's always coming up with this oddball sort of stuff. He posted this one this morning - "I must admit that Joan and I had a battle of words last night. You know you are getting old when New Year’s Eve sees you playing Scrabble."

I used Amazon for my three kids Christmas presents, all ordered separately. I was given 3 months free Amazon Prime, cancel at any time. With Prime, I got free delivery. I got an order confirmation email within 10 minutes of ordering, advising that delivery would be in two days. On the second morning after each order, I got an email saying my order was out for delivery. The dog barked when the parcels were dropped on the front porch, and shortly after, an email advising delivery had been completed. Very efficient and professional service. The only complaint I had was that they stuck the delivery label directly onto the box of my younger son's present, a car battery trickle charger, which detracted from it's appearance as a present. It was what he asked for, and didn't affect the present, just didn't look crash hot.

Funny how your perceptions change as you get older. The year 2000 doesn't seem that long ago, and it comes as a bit of a shock when you realise it was quarter of a century ago. That's what happens when you are more than three quarters of a century old.

The above came from my idiot brother. Well, I did it. Let's hope it turns out for the best.

Maybe it would be better if Australia Post services were curtailed. They are pretty RS and have been for some time. I sent a Christmas card and lotto ticket to my brother-in-law in Queensland. It was fully addressed with street name and number, town and postcode We have sent cards to the same address for a number of years without problems. This year, it was returned with a big yellow sticker on it - "Post box unknown, Town name." There are lots of complaints on Facebook, presents sent a week or two before Christmas still not delivered, parcels going within Victoria stuck in Perth. It's been the same for years.

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