Wow. Absolutely excoriating media release from BUSA on their decision to withdraw from UIF structures at Nedlac. Wonder what the Presidency will do - if anything, @SpokespersonRSA
https://t.co/f6skSX4cb2
My dear Michael,
There you were. Perched upon your little GB News stool, eyes gleaming with that particular brand of performative earnestness you have perfected over decades of public betrayal. The topic was Britishness. A subject you apparently believe you own, like a trademark.
You looked at Michelle Dewberry, a woman asking straightforward questions about identity and belonging, and you responded with the smooth condescension of a vicar explaining communion to a confused toddler. "One of the glories about the United Kingdom," you began. As if you were about to recite poetry. As if you had not spent your entire career trading in the very anxieties you now find so distasteful.
The exchange turned to demographics. To the perfectly reasonable concern that native Britons might find themselves strangers in their own country. And what did you do? You reached for the England football team. You reached for Rishi Sunak's parents. You reached for every cheap, lazy deflection in the progressive playbook. When she dared mention the word "white," you pounced. "Once you start talking about black and white as what defines British, that is problematic."
Problematic. There it is. The vocabulary of the campus activist, emerging from the mouth of a man who once posed as a conservative. You spent nine minutes explaining why someone from Mogadishu who arrived last Tuesday is just as British as someone whose family farmed Yorkshire soil for twelve generations. You called it integration. The rest of us recognize it as obliteration.
You were not debating. You were lecturing. Deploying that soft, reasonable tone that masks the steel of absolute ideological certainty. The same tone you used when you were betraying your own party on Brexit. The same tone you used when you were cheerleading for lockdowns. The same tone you used when the High Court found you broke the law handing £560,000 to your friends at Public First. The same tone you used when you referred Michelle Mone's company for £203 million in PPE contracts. The same tone you used when you ran that Orwellian "Clearing House" to block journalists' freedom of information requests. The same tone you used when you admitted to snorting cocaine while writing columns condemning middle class drug use.
And the pièce de résistance. When she refused to accept your civics lesson, you accused her of making it about skin color. The oldest trick. The cheapest shot. You have learned your lines well from your former friends on the left.
You are not a conservative, Michael. You are a shape shifter. A man who believes in nothing except the next appointment. A man who spent £600,000 of taxpayer money defending his own unlawful conduct. A man who now sits in the House of Lords for life as Baron Gove of Torry, editing The Spectator, having seamlessly transitioned from ministerial office to media gatekeeper. And on this occasion, you were particularly vile because you did it all with that smug little smile. That knowing look that says "I am the cleverest boy in the room."
You are not. You are merely the most flexible.
You have broken the law, trafficked millions to your friends, and snorted your way to a lifetime peerage, yet here you are editing The Spectator with that same insufferable smirk, proving that in modern Britain there is no failure so complete that it cannot be rebranded as success.
YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE WRITING IN THE SPECTATOR. YOU NEED TO BE WRITING APOLOGY LETTERS FROM JAIL.
This is real footage from 120 years ago.
None of the people in it knew that the city around them had four days left...
What you are watching is a cable car gliding down Market Street in San Francisco, filmed on the 14th of April, 1906.
The camera was mounted on the front of the car, so you see the city exactly as it was: the crowds, the horse-drawn carriages, the early automobiles weaving through traffic, the men in hats, the great buildings rising on either side. An ordinary spring afternoon in a thriving American city.
Four days later, on the morning of the 18th of April, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake struck. The shaking lasted under a minute, but it ignited fires that burned through the city for days...
By the time it was over, more than 3,000 people were dead and roughly 80 percent of San Francisco had been destroyed. Almost every building you see in this footage was gone.
And the film itself nearly went with it.
The negative was placed on a train bound for New York on the 17th of April, the day before the earthquake. Had it left a single day later, it would have burned in the fire along with the studio that made it.
This entire moving record of a lost city survives because of one day...
Stoke Heath didn’t wake up one morning and spontaneously decide to turn a new‑build estate into what residents now call “Migrant Street” – someone, somewhere, signed a contract and authorised it.
That means there will be a paper trail: ministerial submissions, email chains, internal risk assessments, and correspondence between the Home Office, Serco and Shropshire Council.
If ministers are so confident this is “value for money” and “fair to communities”, why not publish the business case and impact assessments in full – or at least release them under FOI?
We should be demanding to see who first proposed diverting these houses from local social tenants to asylum accommodation, what alternative sites were considered, and whether anyone in Whitehall ever even visited the village they’ve just transformed.
The greatest trick coffee pod companies ever pulled was convincing people to pay more for cheap coffee wrapped in trash.
Tens of billions of single-use coffee pods and capsules are used every year. Many are made from mixed plastic, foil, aluminum, filters, lids, and wet coffee grounds, which makes them annoying or impossible to recycle through normal curbside systems. Even the 'recyclable' ones often require special collection programs most people don't have easy access to.
The pod gives you one cup of coffee, then leaves behind a tiny piece of manufactured garbage that may outlive you.
A French press, drip maker, moka pot, pour-over, percolator, or reusable pod can make coffee every morning without throwing away a plastic capsule every time you wake up. The grounds can go in your compost.
This is one of those environmental swaps that is not complicated. You don't need a lifestyle overhaul. You don't need to become a coffee snob. You just need to make the switch.
It's absolutely insane that it's totally "valid" for men to be afraid of other males in men's spaces but "transphobic" and "hateful" for women to be afraid of men in women's spaces.
Misogyny is real.
This astonishing story by the Spectator’s @johngconnolly should be seen as a national scandal. After the George Floyd protests, the Treasury – yes, the *Treasury* - ditched its numerical reasoning test for prospective employees because it created an adverse impact on candidate diversity. Utterly staggering.
No, no, no, no...
Let's be accurate here...
Please!
Neither Elon Musk, nor USAID is responsible for "the deaths of millions of children"
Please put the blame where it needs to be!
Corrupt, incompetent, inept and violent African leaders who steal every cent they can from their own people!
Africa is NOT a poor continent, it's a wealthy continent in the hands of really evil, highly corrupt and incompetent idiots.
Stop trying to blame white people for the failures of the people of this continent!
The newly-elected President of Malawi took a private jet to South Africa and stayed in luxury for two weeks.
Not once did he bother to speak to Malawians once.
This is the failed African leadership that’s failing all of us in the region.
Find a way. Find a fucking way. The girls deserve you to find a fucking way!
“Grooming gang ringleader cannot be deported because of loophole” https://t.co/F8z2i3jint
When Burnham announced the biggest council house building programme this is what he meant - homes for illegal immigrants. Labour, putting people who’ve no right to be here in accommodation that was meant for local Shropshire villagers. Why does Britain have to put up with this?
In April 2025 Namibia quietly closed one of its doors. We ended visa-free travel for European countries. A year later the bill has arrived, and this is the part that matters it arrived in the government's own report. According to the tourism ministry's figures, German arrivals fell 27.4% in 2025. European visitors fell 21%. Our single largest non-African market, which had climbed to 266,000 in 2024, dropped to 210,000. That is roughly 56,000 Europeans who, in another version of this year, would have boarded a plane to Windhoek and did not.
The tourism minister calls this a “wake-up call.” With respect, that is the language of someone surprised by a sunrise they themselves scheduled. The alarm did not go off this week. It was set the day we signed the policy. This is what bureaucratic decline always looks like up close not villainy, just a quiet inability to connect a decision in one ministry to its consequence in another. The hand that closes the door never feels the cold.
https://t.co/mmBHm8kBWG
Burnham announced plans for No 10 North today. On living arrangements, told he’s going to spend some time in Manchester on weekly basis and therefore could stay at home around that time but will also spend some time in Downing Street
This is real footage from 126 years ago.
What you are watching is the trottoir roulant, the moving sidewalk, built for the great World's Fair in Paris in 1900.
More than a century ago, three years before the Wright brothers would make the first airplane flight, the city built an electric street that carried you across itself while you simply stood there...
It ran in a loop of around three and a half kilometres, raised on a viaduct above the fairgrounds, with nine stations where you could step on and off.
And it had a clever design: two moving platforms side by side, one going at walking pace and one faster, so you could step onto the slow one first, then onto the quick one, and ride the whole circuit in about twenty-six minutes without taking a single step.
Nearly fifty million people came to that fair, and for most of them it was the first time they had ever moved through a place without taking a step.
The very first moving walkway had appeared seven years earlier, at the World's Fair in Chicago in 1893, built by the same designers. But the Paris version was longer, faster, and far more sophisticated, and it was here that the world truly fell in love with the idea.
It astonished people. The thought that the ground itself could carry you felt like magic, like something out of a dream of the future. They even called it the Rue de l'Avenir: the Street of the Future.
Thomas Edison sent a crew to film it, which is why we can still watch it today...
An engineered by election to accommodate him.
No process to elect him party leader.
No questions allowed from journalists.
No parliamentary scrutiny until September.
Something is very,very wrong about the installation of Burnham as our PM.
Meet Abdul Hamid. He is charged with 3 others over 6 hours gang r*pe of a 17 year old girl in Sydney.
The girl remained in a coma for four months due to their heinous act
It's a plague - it's spreading around the world. And our leaders are cowards