PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY LITTLE BROTHER!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY

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HELP BRING RYAN HOME‼️MISSING NATIVE CHILD!, organized by Kailey Marlette

My little brother Ryan has been missing for a week.. He is now across stat… Kailey Marlette needs your support for HELP BRING RYAN HOME‼️MIS

‼️‼️PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY LITTLE BROTHER!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY‼️‼️

He’s a missing native child and at EXTREME RISK! The cops aren’t doing SHIT!

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With all the Sussex supporters alluding to this in the past, this will be like an early Christmas present.

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JAN MOIR: Move over Cinderella, here's Meghan's fairy tale

JAN MOIR: Dear Leader Charles Schumer and Speaker Nancy Pelosi - I'm not an elected official, not yet anyway. I'm not a politician either, b

JAN MOIR: Move over Cinderella, here's Meghan's fairy tale

Dear Leader Charles Schumer and Speaker Nancy Pelosi — I’m not an elected official, not yet anyway. I’m not a politician either, but watch this space.

I am, like many, an engaged citizen and a plugged-in parent. I am also a Duchess, did I mention that? Check out the letterhead; Duke and D-U-C-H-E-S-S of Sussex. Duchess. Rhymes with success. Don’t ever forget that.

I’m writing to you at this deeply important time — as a mom and an everyday global icon — to advocate for paid leave for parents. No family should have to choose between earning a living and having the freedom to take care of their child.

That is why everyone should try to marry into a Royal Family if possible, complete with a father-in-law who can be tapped for millions, in addition to the magnificent sums he has already bequeathed upon his son. Prince Charles can rest assured that Harry and I are putting the monies to good use.

Together we have rescued chickens and given fresh purpose to private jet pilots hanging around LAX with nothing to do. It means so much to the little people that we don’t have to fly commercial.

And I am personally keeping the Cashmere Weavers of Montecito in business. Throw another goat on the loom, dudes! I need another five-ply poncho to visit and inspire marginalised children in an inner-city ghetto with my saviour complex and luxury woollens.

Let’s speak more of my truth. I started working (at the local frozen yoghurt shop) at the age of 13. It was there that I first discovered my deep love of culture. In addition, all those fro-yo flavours taught me about the beauty of diversity and how each flavour is unique and wonderful in its own way, just like human beings.

There’s Ginger Totally Nuts, the Flaky Waity Katy, the Royal Sour Lemons Bombe and my favourite, Just Say It Belongs To The Stylist. The more flavours on offer in a yoghurt bar the stronger that bar is — like society, right?

Dining out? Thought you’d never ask. I grew up living on the $4.99 salad bar at Sizzler, a popular restaurant chain in California. Times were tough. Once they ran out of the broccoli and tomato mix with soy-lime dressing, and I cried for days.

That was back when I lived in Les Miserables, in the leaky wooden shack on the wrong side of the tracks that my father laughingly called a ‘home’. I used to sleep in flour sacks and I cleaned my dresses — some might call them ‘rags’ — on a washboard in the coldwater kitchen.

It is no secret that I was born in the wagon of a travelling show, Mama used to dance for the money they’d throw, Papa would do whatever he could . . . no sorry, that’s Cher. I’m getting mixed up. I remember there was a church house, gin house. A school house, outhouse. On Highway Number Nineteen, where the people keep the city clean — no, wait! (Harry, have you been in my Cinderella File again? Idiot.)

All you have to know is that there’s a world outside your window and it’s a world of dread and fear, where the only water flowing is the . . . no hang on, where am I? I waited tables, babysat, and piecemealed jobs together to cover odds and ends. I worked all my life to make ends meet and to put gas in my car.

What has all this got to do with paid parental leave? Absolutely nothing, but I’m not missing this opportunity to lend support to a popular cause while burnishing my victim credentials on an international stage.

To depict myself as a plucky ragamuffin, an Orphan Annie who fought her way up from the crumbs on the breadline to the cherry on the cake. Even though I went to private school and my father was an award-winning Hollywood lighting designer who provided for me generously.

But let’s move on.

Many of our economic systems are past their expiration date, but luckily not hereditary privilege nor inherited titles. Being a Duchess and having this access to you comes courtesy of an ancient European monarchy which I purport to despise, but continue to use to my advantage; to live off and exploit in the most ethical way possible. Like I said, I used to dine at an all-you-can-eat salad bar, so that makes it OK, right?

Even those of us who live in mansions crammed with staff, gourmet kitchens and multiple nannies, can feel overwhelmed at the birth of a child and expansion of a family. That is why I am begging you to consider the paternity leave deals on offer in the land of Narnia, where birth-givers and their partners are given five years off on full pay until their children start school or marry a prince.

Listen. This isn’t about Right or Left, it’s about right or wrong. It’s about putting families above politics, although I obviously don’t mean my own blood family, who don’t understand compassion in action like me.

So, on behalf of Archie and Lili and Harry, I thank you for considering this letter and daring to dream a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living.

Vote for me. Thank you.

Bravo 👏👏👏👏👏

Woke is roar of smug, entitled mediocrities everywhere: JULIE BURCHILL

JULIE BURCHILL: Why, even during the greatest threat to the human race in living memory, were the Woke still such nitpicking naysayers?

Woke is the roar of smug, entitled mediocrities everywhere: The insanity of a world where Thomas The Tank Engine, craft beers and even country walks are branded racist drives  

By  JULIE BURCHILL FOR THE MAIL ON SUNDAY

PUBLISHED: 22:01 BST, 23 October 2021 | UPDATED: 09:37 BST, 24 October 2021

Prince Harry’s father, Prince Charles (perhaps the grandaddy of Woke, with his mutterings on this and that), has long exemplified my observation: ‘It’s no wonder that the wealthy are friends of the Earth – it’s been a damn good friend to them’

None of these ‘Green’ hypocrites could hold a hand-poured soy wax vegan Highgrove candle to their kingpin, the Prince of Wales, who in 2007 flew first class to America – with an entourage of 20 people – to collect an environmental award. And then, two years later, used a private jet on an ‘environmental’ tour of South America, costing approximately £300,000 for a 16,000-mile trip. Say what you like about Prince Harry’s parentage, in this department he certainly seems to be a chip off the old blockhead.

Prince Charles has an actress chum, too. Emma Thompson (the grandmother of Woke) flew in first class from Los Angeles to London to join the Extinction Rebellion protests of spring 2019 – a 5,456-mile transatlantic flight that stomped out a three-ton carbon footprint. Extinction Rebellion, which demands that flights be used only in emergencies, simpered that Dame Emma’s jaunt was ‘an unfortunate cost in our bigger battle to save the planet’.

In short, Green – like Wokeness itself – is the first socio-political movement in which every mover and shaker ranges from well-off to filthy rich. 

Between 2017 and 2019 I had a rather embarrassing crush on Meghan Markle

Meghan has never waited soppily for some prince to rescue her,’ I wrote in one magazine. ‘In fact, it seems far likelier that it is she who will rescue the prince.’ CRINGE! as the youngsters say. Thankfully, I was swiftly thoroughly disillusioned.

‘Harry and Meghan took four private jets in 11 days after a summer of lecturing us about climate change; this followed shortly after the Prince’s jaunt to the Google climate change summit where he is also thought to have taken a helicopter, as he habitually uses them to fly short distances whereas the Queen makes do with a train,’ I scribbled in another article. Having Elton John rush in to defend them didn’t help, but only further established that the Sussexes saw themselves as international stars rather than one nation’s public servants.’

Shortly after hearing that Meghan planned to semi-retire from Royal duties in order to spend more time with her merchandising, I coined the phrase the ‘Grabdication’ (grabbing the limelight, grabbing the status, grabbing the cash) and my rehabilitation was complete. 

The Grabdication was another Woke event, along with the Gender Recognition Act and the Remoaner refusal to accept Brexit, which while appearing to be liberal was actually the opposite.

The Grabdication told peasants that princes may do as they wish with no regard to public opinion

We’d been on this ‘do-as-I-say- not-as-I-fly’ bumpy ride before, of course; Prince Harry’s father, Prince Charles (perhaps the grandaddy of Woke, with his mutterings on this and that), has long exemplified my observation: ‘It’s no wonder that the wealthy are friends of the Earth – it’s been a damn good friend to them.’ The idea of a pre-industrial Eden – the rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate – has fuelled the righteous fury of aristocrats against capitalism since the late 1960s.

Meghan couldn’t keep away from the US, and it soon became clear exactly why she had left her husband’s home country, dragging the poor sap behind her. She didn’t want to be out of the limelight – she just wanted a different kind of limelight.

The American-born, London-based Royal commentator Ashley Pearson provided a piquant comment which certainly rang true, considering the peevishness which emanated from the couple as soon as the honeymoon was over: ‘She had no idea how unglamorous it really is to be a Royal and, when she found out she would be a civil servant in a tiara, she was, like, “No way.’’ ’ Which brings us right back to the Grabdication, when a heady blend of wealth, celebrity and Wokeness reached its shining peak, and it was briefly Camelot for Meghan and Harry, the fraudulent monarchs of a fraudulent movement: the First Couple of Woke.

From the September 2019 issue of Vogue, edited by none other than Me-Again herself, to the moment they were revealed as the only people apart from Greta Garbo ever to move to Hollywood because they wanted to be left alone, they could do no wrong.

And then the Grabdication went bust, and was revealed as being as morally bankrupt as the celebrity and the Wokeness which had spawned it, with a whole nasty level of its own because the three belief systems had never been seen in the same place before.

The Sussexes’ more-in-sorrow-than-in-anger faces stopped selling magazines as we shied away from yet another showboating photo-op of them handing out food to the poor. Their popularity plummeted, with a YouGov poll showing that they were only marginally more popular than Princess Anne’s corgi-killing dog Dotty.

Never mind – they’ll have their multi-million-dollar Netflix deal to keep them warm until the Americans realise there’s nothing special about them without the musty tinge of monarchy – which will surely evaporate quickly when that blinding Pacific sunshine is let in upon the magic.

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Finding Freedom: Prince Harry had ‘very special’ reunion with the Queen

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Prince Harry had ‘very special’ reunion with the Queen, book reveals

Prince Harry and the Queen had a “very special” reunion following Prince Philip’s funeral, a new book has revealed.