Kind of symbolic, considering events.

The gateway has been reconstructed in oak, using Roman dovetail, lap and scarf joints. A tower above it was where soldiers and supplies were assembled.

The reconstruction was a historic moment, said Paul Pattison, English Heritage’s senior properties historian. “To be able to rebuild a structure as accurately as possible, and one that stands on the exact spot of the original at Richborough almost 2,000 years ago, is remarkable.

“The Roman invasion was a major milestone in our history. We know that Richborough witnessed over 360 years of Roman rule – from the very beginning to the bitter end – but standing atop this 8-metre-high gateway, looking out and imagining what the first Romans might have seen, is quite an experience.”

Among the treasures on display for the first time are a trader’s weight in the shape of Harpocrates, the god of silence – the only one of its kind in Britain – and statuettes of Roman deities that would have been presented as gifts in shrines

"We know the WHO is unaccountable, the Director General is appointed through an opaque undemocratic process & there's too much power for pharma companies"

Well done Danny Kruger MP for spelling these issues out

We can’t have massive UK policy decisions determined by one unelected man in Geneva

This is Henley-on-Thames train Station in Oxfordshire, England. The date? 1899 BD (Before Diversity).

Look at their elegance, their posture and pride in their presentation. The past truly is a foreign country, one I long to experience.

Apologies in advance for the bad language.

"A peep into a tunnel book from the 1830s. A series of carefully cut paper panels placed behind one another to create the illusion of depth and perspective. These were popular souvenirs in the 19th century."

Via Twitter.com/bo66ie29

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Demographic Replacement goes Mainstream https://www.telegraph.co.uk/world-news/2023/04/19/italian-minister-says-country-risks-ethnic-replacement/

Friday 12pm outside the US Embassy.

This is not a normal building it is a sign that we are a conquered nation to the US and their collapsing regime!

It's time to end NATO and stop being a US poodle!

Notourwar.co.uk

Couldn't help myself in writing this up

https://traditionalbritain.org/news/ethnicreplacement/

Interesting article, using Canada as an example the author posits that many western nations will face infrastructural collapse within a few decades if mass immigration continues.

Given the deficit rate of 143.32%, and comparing that to the infrastructure level of 116.05%, we can see that the deficit is HIGHER than the supply itself. It is difficult to quantify this so I must use an analogy of some sort to lay it out.

I will use water as an example. Imagine in time cycle zero that you need 2 litres of water per day in order to survive (commonly known to be the case). By end of cycle 1, you would need 2 L but only have 1.83 L available on average. How will people get their needs met? No idea. As for end of cycle 2, you will still need 2 L of water but only 1.64 L will be available on average. If you continue the math, by the time you get to cycle 8, there is no water available. You are in negative water supply. By cycle 10, you need 2 L of water per day but you actually have none and also now owe 0.87 L of water per day. Essentially there is no water for you, unless you pay a massive price for it.

https://lordwallaceswan.substack.com/p/infrastructure-deficits

The Muslim call to prayer echoes around Coventry Cathedral this evening.

The organisers have deliberately targeted iconic historical British buildings & landmarks and Christian places of worship to host Iftars throughout Ramadan.

Young girls at a domestic training centre in London, 1938.

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"This is an account of a London based scullery maid, otherwise known as a skivvy, who was the lowest position possible in a house. You were the youngest, the lowest paid, you worked the longest hours and you spent most of the time on your hands and knees, scrubbing. You were even a skivvy for the servants – and Mr Stocks, the bachelor whose house I went to work in at Cadogan Square in Knightsbridge, London, had dozens. You were the bottom of the heap – and regarded as such by everyone.

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Mrs Jones, the cook, told me my duties. ‘Your day starts at 6.30am. You come downstairs, black-lead the grate, polish the hearth and light the range fire. Woe betide you if it’s not done to my standards. Put the kettle on for staff teas and bring me a nice cup. Strong and sweet is how I like it.

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‘Then you clean the steel fender and the fire irons, clean the brass on the front door and scrub the front steps. Then you’ll need to scrub and polish the kitchen floor and passageways. Then you and the kitchen maid need to start on the staff breakfasts, so we can eat at 8am. Then I will come down and make the boss’s breakfast for 9am.’

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My head started to swim as she carried on… ‘Then we start prepping the lunch, and there will be all the vegetables for you to prepare…’On and on she went, the rest of the 15-hour day broken down into multitudes of repetitive and backbreaking tasks, until my day finally finished at 9.30pm. Then she set me to work.

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Stacked up in a vast stone sink in a cold, airless scullery was the debris from everybody’s lunch. Filthy plates towered over every available surface. Piled up in the sink and even in buckets on the floor – plates, bowls, saucepans, jugs and cutlery, all smeared with cold, greasy gravy and congealed custard.

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There was no washing-up liquid in those days, so I had to scrub every one with soft soap that you whisked up in water, or soap crystals, until it shone like a new pin. Each item then had to be rinsed in an enormous enamel bowl of hot water before being dried and put away in the wooden racks above the range. There were no gloves or barrier creams, either, and soon my hands were red raw and numb.

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Wiping back a curl that was by now plastered to my forehead with sweat, I stifled a yawn. Oh, well. No point moaning. Best crack on. ‘This was an age of appearances, and it wouldn’t do to have dirty steps, an unpolished letterbox or dusty kitchen drawers’. And with that I was sucked into the regime of a big upper-class house. That day marked the end of my childhood and the start of a gruelling new decade that would see me work harder than I’d ever done in my life."

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Broken crosses and decapitated statues as yet another French church is attacked, 3 days after Easter.

As Europe continues to import the third world, the demise of it's towns, cities and way of life rapidly declines.

https://slovenia.postsen.com/world/99218/In-France-attacks-on-Christianity-are-not-abating-after-the-Christmas-desecrations-another-church-was-demolished-photo-video.html