Shabana Mahmood has CONDEMNED the Henry Nowak protests in Southampton, saying those responsible will be arrested.
Meanwhile, here she is on a pro-Palestine protest which turned violent and forced a supermarket to close.
She has since deleted this video. Please don't RT it.
Islamic preacher: “When Muslims become the majority in the West in the next 40 years, non‑Muslims will have to convert, pay the jizya, or be killed, because Sharia will rule.”
Is the message clear, or do they need to spell it out?
Some pretty clear signage spotted in New Zealand, though I’ve no doubt Australian politicians & bureaucrats would still struggle.
📣 #FixTheSDA: https://t.co/uHzgRgCOzV
To the Metropolitan Police,
You were the gold standard. The model every nation copied. When Scotland Yard spoke, criminals listened. That badge meant integrity. It meant courage. It meant the law applied equally, without fear or favour.
Look at you now.
You are a punchline. A cautionary tale. A force that clears up fewer than one in ten burglaries while your officers film TikTok videos in uniform. You arrested a man in Lancashire at dawn for a Facebook post in 2024 while grooming gangs operated in Rochdale for years with barely a raised eyebrow. You invented non-crime hate incidents so you could harass pensioners for wrongthink while real victims wait on hold.
You kneeled for mobs in 2020 while statues fell and businesses burned. You stood aside while extremists marched with impunity, then raided homes over memes. You have turned the oldest police force in the world into a politicised enforcement squad for the narrative, not the public.
You chose diversity dashboards over clear-up rates. You chose community engagement over enforcement. You chose the approval of NGOs and Twitter mobs over the safety of the people who pay your wages. You chose feelings over facts, and political safety over actual policing.
You did not lose your way. You sold it. Slowly, deliberately, one diversity training course at a time, one apology tweet at a time, one decision to stand down while crime happened in front of you.
The British people see you now. We see the double standards. We see the collapse in basic standards. We see a force that looks more like political commissars than police officers. We see officers who remember their oath sidelined while the ideologues get promoted.
You wanted to be political enforcers. Congratulations. You got your wish. Now you get treated like political operatives. No more benefit of the doubt. No more automatic respect. You burned that.
The mask is off. The receipts are published. The record is being kept.
We are watching.
A man won in a court of law because he wasn't allowed on 1 app, even though there are millions of apps out there for him.
One app. An app that had nothing on it for him. The only reason he wanted on is because he wasn't allowed on.
So he smashed it all to pieces in a tantrum.
To celebrate the Holy Interminable Season of Pride, I am posting my favourite protest to date, where Vancouver (Trancouver) Queers respond to vile, bigoted feminists (old white ones, of course) who had the nerve to meet to protest rape and sexual assault of women and girls:
This sneering attempt at belittling the courage displayed by the women who showed up today is so typical of trans activists, even those who present themselves as the “reasonable” one.
In a nation where you can lose your job, your entire career, your whole social circle, even your family for stating that men are not women, it’s incredible that even one person showed up to support @salltweets.
Every woman in this photograph has suffered losses for stating basic facts about human existence that every single person knows to be true. Some have endured enormous losses.
And, while we may have been small in number, we got massive overwhelming support. From regular Canadians just going about their day — on their lunch break or just out shopping. Normal people who gave us the thumbs up, nodded their heads, enthusiastically honked their horns as they drove by, or stopped for long talks to learn about this madness.
Small acts of courage have the power to change the world. So sneer all you like. We’ll be over here fuelling the contagion of courage necessary to bring reality and decency back to Canada.
This was 2016. When the BBC reported on the British army’s ‘first woman’ to serve on the front line. And it was actually a man with long hair.
Sometimes you forget how deeply embedded this sexist BS is in society, how damaging it has been for women and how long it will take to unpick.
She is a very special girl indeed is Marilyn Monroe.
It takes a lot to break a dog but she was very nearly there. She is utterly exhausted.
Time to start changing her life
Because it's all about punishing girls. Take away their bathrooms. Force them to change for gym in front of boys. Now make them announce when they're on their period so that boys can further torment them.
Schools are giving ammunition to boys to harm girls in every way.
Douglas Murray:
"Imagine what kind of a psychopath you have to be to gang rape a girl and then shoot her in the head. Most won't be proud of that, but Hamas is."
The vast majority of Gazans celebrated this.
There is a legend about how the world found coffee, and it begins with a goat.
Picture a hillside in the Ethiopian highlands, somewhere around the ninth century, dawn coming up over the forest where the wild coffee shrub had been quietly growing since long before anyone thought to give it a name. A goatherd, remembered as Kaldi, watches his flock wander in among the glossy green bushes and start working through the little red cherries. And then his goats, ordinarily content to chew and doze, refuse point blank to settle. They skip. They butt. They dance about the slope at an hour when every sensible animal should be drowsing, lit up with the unmistakable glow of something that has just changed its mind about the morning.
Kaldi, the story goes, tried the cherries himself, felt the same bright lift rise through him, and somewhere in that moment the most consequential beverage in human history opened one eye.
It is almost certainly a tidy tale. Nobody wrote it down until 1671, a thousand years too late to check, and the goatherd may never have drawn breath. But it has outlasted a dozen drier accounts for one simple reason. It sounds exactly right. A goat is the most fearless investigator of the edible world that nature ever produced. If there was a bush of stimulant berries glowing red on an Ethiopian hillside, a goat absolutely found it first, ate it without a flicker of hesitation, and stood there gently vibrating on the slope until somebody wandered over to ask what in the world had got into the goats.
And what the goat found, humans took and carried to the ends of the earth. The first people to use it crushed the berries and bound them with animal fat into a dense little ball of fuel, food for a long walk before it was ever a drink. Then the Sufi mystics of Yemen learned to roast and steep it, and drank it through the long nights to hold themselves awake and clear at their prayers, and from those quiet monastery cups it spread. To Mocha and Cairo and Damascus. To the coffee houses of Constantinople and London where empires were argued into being over the rim of a cup. To the espresso bar, the campfire tin, the chipped office mug, the flask carried out into the cold. Billions of cups a day, every one of them descended from a curious animal on a hill who simply could not be told.
Half of what our species knows about which plants will heal us, feed us, or wake us up, we learned by watching the animals get there first and taking notes. The goat has been our scout for ten thousand years, eating the untested world on our behalf and reporting back through sheer enthusiasm.
So tomorrow morning, before the day takes you, lift the first cup an inch off the table toward a hillside in Ethiopia and the small, greedy, fearless creature standing on it.
It found this for you. It very probably found it first.
In southeastern Spain there is a lagoon called the Mar Menor, the largest saltwater lagoon in Europe. It was once a jewel, clear water full of seahorses and fish, ringed with resorts.
In recent years it has repeatedly died. Tonnes of dead fish and crustaceans have washed up on its beaches, suffocated, the whole lagoon turning to green soup. Holidaymakers have stood on the shore watching thousands of fish crowd into the shallows, gasping for oxygen that was not there.
The cause is chiefly farming. The land around the Mar Menor is intensive irrigated agriculture, the sort that grows cheap fruit and vegetables for European supermarkets. Fertiliser off those fields, heavy with nitrates, runs off and seeps into the lagoon and feeds enormous blooms of algae. The algae bloom, die, and rot, and the rotting drags the oxygen out of the water, and everything that breathes it dies.
It got so bad that in 2022 Spain took the extraordinary step of granting the Mar Menor legal personhood, the right to be defended in court as though it were a person, after years of marches and over 600,000 signatures, because nothing else had managed to stop the slow killing of it.
A lagoon asphyxiated by the runoff from growing healthy plant food, while the cow on her hill, miles away, gets the lecture.
The fish kills make the news for a day. The next punnet of cheap peppers never mentions where it came from, or what it cost the water next door.
I take one supplement on carnivore. Iodine. About 20mg a day, and I've done that for years.
This is the part where a certain kind of person reaches for the word "toxic" like it's a defibrillator.
Here is the thing nobody wants to sit with. Iodine used to be everywhere. It was in the soil, in the bread, where they added it deliberately, and in the milk. Then we swapped iodine for bromine in flour, doused the water supply in chlorine and fluorine, and acted surprised when thyroids across the developed world started behaving like they'd been made redundant.
Bromine, chlorine and fluorine are halogens. So is iodine. They sit in the same column of the periodic table and they compete for the same parking spaces in your body. Flood the environment with the cheap ones and they squat in the receptors iodine is meant to occupy. Your thyroid then does its best impression of a working thyroid while running on fumes.
The toxicity panic is built almost entirely on people confusing a detox reaction with poisoning. Push iodine in and the body starts evicting the bromine it had quietly been storing. The eviction is not always comfortable. That discomfort then gets written up online as "iodine is dangerous," which is a bit like blaming the bin men for the smell of the bins.
I'm not a doctor and I'm certainly not your doctor. If you have a diagnosed thyroid condition, go and have the conversation with someone who can look at your actual neck.
But for me? Years at 20mg a day. No drama. A genuine, noticeable lift in energy that I wasn't expecting and didn't talk myself into.
One supplement. The one the modern world quietly took off the table
"The body burns glucose first, so it's clearly the preferred fuel."
Brilliant. By that logic alcohol is the pinnacle of human nutrition, since the body abandons everything to burn that first.
Funny that. Almost as if "burned first" means "toxic, unstorable, get it out before it does damage," rather than "chef's special." Glucose gets the same urgent treatment for the same reason, while fat sits patiently in storage like the actual adult in the room.
Same story with the fragile PUFAs your body rushes to torch ahead of saturated fat.
First in the queue for the furnace isn't a gold medal. It's the bin collection.
Your doctor spent around twenty hours learning about nutrition across their entire medical degree. That's the average. Many got less. A fair few got none at all.
Twenty hours. Here's what else takes about that long, or longer:
- Finishing a box set you'll later admit you didn't really follow
- Assembling enough flat-pack furniture to fill one room
- Getting a sourdough starter going properly
- A single long-haul flight, before you've even turned around to come back
- Reading one decent-sized novel at a leisurely pace
- Breaking in a stiff pair of leather boots
- Knitting a jumper for someone who won't appreciate it
So when this person glances at your bloods, frowns at the butter, and recommends a spread invented in a factory, understand the depth of study behind the verdict. You are not receiving the considered conclusion of nutritional science. You are receiving something that fit into less time than it takes to read a novel.
The expertise is real. The surgery, the diagnostics, the pharmacology, all of it hard-won over years, and worth your respect. The nutrition bit just turned up in an afternoon, pre-packaged, sometime around 1977, and nobody's opened the box since.
Take the medicine seriously. Take the dietary advice with the confidence it earned in those twenty hours.
@RupertLowe10 The fact that so many of them jump to death threats is very telling. They will tell you they are the religion of peace yet want to butcher the Batley grammar school teacher.
Many such cases.
Various death threats received for criticising the rampant sexism within Islam - the police have been informed.
We will not be intimidated.
I said that there is finally a political party willing to stand up for our Christian values, and I meant it.
Restore Britain.