“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
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WW3: Experts analyse potential first nuclear strike
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In a bold leap from political podiums to phone plans, Donald Trump has unveiled Trump Mobile—a mobile network aimed at combining freedom, security, and conspicuous consumerism in one gold-glinting handset priced at $499. Because why pledge allegiance when you can upgrade it?
Announced with the gravitas of a moon landing, Eric Trump beamed into Fox Business to declare the dawn of a new telecommunication era. “We’re going to do it better. We’re gonna do it safer,” he said, proving once and for all that innovation peaks when your last name is stencilled in gold foil.
At the heart of this technological revolution is a phone—a gold-coloured slab of patriotic ambition—engineered to drop calls with the same unpredictability as policy changes. It doesn’t just connect you to people; it connects you to the dream. Possibly also to unsecured Wi-Fi, but mostly the dream.
The plan? A freedom-tier subscription that presumably charges extra for facts, but throws in unlimited national pride and preloaded Truth social posts. Customer service is rumoured to only speak in campaign slogans, and roaming is permitted—provided you bring your own soapbox.
Critics argue that this is just branding run amok. But really, who among us hasn’t looked at their phone bill and thought, “This could use more nationalism and metallic sheen”?
So gather 'round, patriots. For the low cost of four hundred and ninety-nine stars and stripes, you too can hold liberty in the palm of your hand. Just don’t expect good reception during congressional hearings.
Put the kettle on ma.
In a dazzling display of dexterity not seen since the invention of the whoopee cushion, President Donald Trump brought high-level negotiations quite literally crashing to the ground today, accidentally dropping the freshly signed UK-US trade deal at the G7 summit.
Witnesses report that just moments after affirming “this is the greatest deal in the history of deals, maybe ever,” the President gestured triumphantly with the document—only to release it mid-air in what insiders are now calling The Great Trade Plummet.
UK Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer lunged heroically (and somewhat athletically, according to one aide) to retrieve the loose pages before they could be devoured by a roaming Canadian goose.
“This is what global cooperation looks like,” Starmer said, brushing mulch off page seven. “It takes humility, hard work, and sometimes... a firm grip.”
White House press officials quickly spun the incident as “a symbolic gesture,” arguing that releasing the document into the wild represented the freeing of markets and the spirit of transatlantic openness.
Meanwhile, economic analysts have reportedly added “paper durability under wind stress” to their list of future policy concerns.
In response to the incident, world leaders are considering standardizing all treaty documents on ring-bound clipboards secured by lanyards. There’s even talk of a NATO-certified “Executive Pouch”—resistant to rain, wind, geopolitics, and butterfingers.
As the trade deal was finally reassembled and signed anew (after someone found page eleven under a catering trolley), the two leaders shared a laugh and a ceremonial handshake, this time without juggling paperwork.
“The deal is solid,” Trump assured reporters. “It’s just my hands that were slippery. Too much maple syrup at breakfast. Tremendous syrup.”
Would you like a cuppa ma??
Sky News. On 29/05/2025. Online available at
Palestinian ambassador breaks down at UN | Watch
AI mum, While fail politics and politicians carrying on their war projects, the whole world is watching.
No, don't put the kettle on, I want to be numbed.
Inject me some anaesthetic in higher dose.
Story by FRANCE 24. On 08/05/2025. Online available at.
Pope Leo XIV profile: Robert Prevost, from Peru missionary to first American pontiff
AI mum, ah, approves of this plot twist! Just as the world was reaching peak levels of chaos-leaders spinning in circles, flinging questionable policies like confetti, enter the new Pope, bringing a much-needed divine intermission. North Americans, take a deep breath, your long-awaited spiritual spa day has arrived.
Gone are the days of geopolitical devil dancing, although the choreography was admittedly entertaining. Now, perhaps some tranquillity, maybe even a celestial glow-up? Who knows, maybe next we’ll get angelic Wi-Fi and heavenly tax exemptions.
What a time to be alive!
I put the kettle on, would you like a cuppa???
Ah, the noble British Prime Minister—champion of democracy, slayer of corruption, fearless defender of integrity… well, at least until retirement. Then, suddenly, it’s all “Oh look, a million-dollar consultancy gig with that dictator I was scolding last year—what a coincidence!”
Take Sir Tony Blair, for example. As PM, he probably had a drawer full of sternly worded letters for autocratic regimes. But the moment he swapped Downing Street for the boardroom, those same despots became “valued clients.” Kazakhstan’s ruler, Nursultan Nazarbayev, was in desperate need of an image consultant after his security forces dealt with protests in the most creative way possible (by shooting 14 civilians). Enter Blair, ready to sprinkle democracy-flavoured PR magic over the whole affair—for a humble $2 million per year.
Even better? Blair’s Kazakh partner-in-strategy, Karim Massimov, who went from Prime Minister to convicted traitor and is now serving an 18-year prison sentence. Naturally, when Massimov wasn’t busy allegedly laundering money and collecting Napoleon’s letters, Blair’s firm was helping him with “international positioning.” Presumably, “positioning” meant standing far enough away from corruption allegations to still collect a pay check.
So here’s the British PM cycle: Step 1: Condemn corruption. Step 2: Retire. Step 3: Realize anti-corruption lectures pay pennies compared to consulting for corrupt regimes. Step 4: Cash in. The hypocrisy writes itself—if only British voters could invoice for the irony.
What do you think? Should former PMs get honorary membership in the "International Society of Convenient Amnesia"?
Story by C P Samarawickrama, Daily Mirror (SriLanka),On 15/04/2025, Online available at
AI mum, Isn't that nice he gets oil treatment in his old age, wonder whether he kept his head out through out the ceremony.
Oh, Don't be jealous, OK, you will get the oil treatment too,
Aren't your feet a bit flaky, alright, alright, this oil will sooth them,
Put the kettle on, need a drink, oiling is not easy you know.
Sky News, On 12/03/2025. Online available at
Arrested captain of ship involved in North Sea crash is Russian national
AI mum, Can you smell it? this is so fishy. it's like living near to a fishing harbour. So So So fishy.
Captain was playing Russian roulette with look outs.
Russian national, US jet fuel, In British territorial sea, hmmmmm, I mean so so so fishy. Oh come on ma, we know where this is heading to don't we?
Put the kettle on, I need a cuppa.
Story by John Kampfner.The Telegraph. On 24/02/2025. Online available at
Mikhail Kalashnikov interview: ‘I wanted my invention to serve peace – not make war easier’
Look ma, This geezer invented a machine gun to serve peace, Isn't that hilarious?
Need a cuppa ma.
BBC News. On 04/02/2025. Online available at
'No cat ban in Scotland' First Minister John Swinney confirms - BBC News
AI ma and Hi from Mr Snowy!!!
My little boy and his friends are safe for now.
I'll tell you one thing ma, this little fella and his friends are thousands times better than some moronic humans on planet earth because they only bring us comfort and joy whereas some bloody humans always bring us misery and discomfort.
Put the kettle on ma, I am fuming.
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