Banning choice, bit by bit… You may still be allowed to switch the BBC “single source of truth” off…
But you will be forced to fund that “truth” … even when it’s a lie.
Go and look at that video of Restore Britain’s Greater Manchester mayoral candidate, Marlon West, walking around Piccadilly Gardens late at night. It’s just disgusting, honestly. What a vile place.
Let’s call it what it is.
A shithole.
A third world shithole.
And it’s not just in the middle of Manchester.
It’s everywhere, absolutely everywhere.
London, Birmingham, Glasgow. Even places like Norwich, Exeter, Cardiff, Nottingham, Rochdale, Bristol, Reading, Newcastle. It is everywhere.
Thetford - a small community in Norfolk is having hundreds of illegals forced on its doorstep. Thetford! It’s sleepy Norfolk. Epping the same. Crowborough. So many other communities.
Nowhere is safe from the third worldification of Britain - absolutely nowhere.
It’s the same feel, the same scene. Young foreign men just loitering around. Deliveroo bikes skimming about, it stinks of weed, foreign languages fill the air.
I just hate it.
Can you imagine being a woman walking through Piccadilly Gardens on a Friday night after a few drinks? It is appallingly dangerous.
For what? What have we gained from all this?
Endless streams of Sudanese and other African/Arab men hanging around our town centres? Some deliver fast food? Others participate in the mass rape of young white girls?
Many in hotel/HMO accommodation paid for by the taxpayer.
Piccadilly Gardens may be a bit further ahead than other parts of Britain, but it’s coming. It happens slowly, then all of sudden - it’s faster than you can imagine.
Like I said.
A shithole.
I am very proud to lead a political party that is dedicated to reversing this process. Not just stopping it, but reversing it.
That is what Restore Britain was essentially founded to do.
If you agree with what I’m saying, then back us up.
Support us. Vote for us.
Norfolk on Thursday, Greater Manchester on the 30th.
Everyone else at a later date…
It’s the only way.
A Restore Britain Government will deport millions. We will make Britain safe again.
We will not allow our country to remain a third world shithole.
That I promise you.
The country is economically illiterate… led to believe they are “entitled” to a retirement of almost 30 years (in the cases 40 in the public sector) paid for by someone else!
Well it’s time to grow up! You are ENTITLED to nothing! And if you live 30 years longer, then you have to work longer. That’s how you demand it works!
Keir Starmer has nothing to celebrate about. He’s been the worst PM in decades. The most despised.
The most divisive.
This attempt to whitewash just how bad he’s been, is truly remarkable.
Honestly.
Rachel from accounts/customer service can point to one quarter where growth was 0.6% growth and a reduction in last year’s deficit. But “beaten the odds” is erm … misinformation!
She forgot to mention … record taxes, debt near 100% of GDP, £110 billion in annual debt interest, borrowing already above forecast, rising unemployment, falling payroll employment, virtually nonexistent real wage growth, (except in the ever expanding public sector) weak productivity, shrinking business investment, failed house building projects, unaffordable energy and zero improvement in living standards for tax payers.
Well done Rach 🤡
"I could never eat something that had a face."
Right, but the wheat had a field.
And the field had roughly sixty of them: wood mice, voles, shrews, leverets, a nest of skylarks in the tramline. Then a combine came through at fifteen miles an hour in August and took the whole roof off their world in one afternoon.
"That's not the same. Nobody chose to kill them."
Nobody chose them individually, no. The farmer chose the field. The field had a population. The combine had a schedule. The mice were not consulted and were not counted, because nobody counts the ones you didn't mean.
"You're being ridiculous, that's just incidental."
Yes. That's my point. It's incidental. It doesn't bother you.
"It's not comparable to slaughtering a cow deliberately."
So the moral difference is intention.
"Yes."
So the mouse under the blade is fine because the driver was thinking about lunch.
"..."
And the cow in the field, who lived four years outside eating grass on a hill where nothing else grows, is the atrocity, because someone meant it.
"That's twisting my words."
I'm repeating your words. The twist was already in them.
Another Data centre bypasses local planning & going straight to government for approval because of its national importance.
Southfleet land currently used for fruit growing has been earmarked for the proposed 146 acre Ebbsfleet AI Data Centre.
More important than net zero 💣
The World Bank ranked every country on earth for practical solar potential.
Britain came second from bottom. Not second from bottom in Europe. On the planet. Out of everywhere they measured, the only place with worse conditions for a solar panel is Ireland. Norway is above us. Norway, where the sun clocks off entirely for part of the year, is a better bet than Lincolnshire.
The reasons are not a mystery. We sit at 53 degrees north, the same line as Edmonton, Alberta. The sun in December gets about as high as a first-floor window and then thinks better of it. And there's the cloud, which is not a detail, it is the national personality. A square metre of London gets 0.52 kilowatt hours of sunlight a day in December and 4.74 in July, so the panel does nine times less work in the month your heating is on than in the month it isn't. Across the whole of 2024, British solar ran at 9.5% of what it's rated at. The other 90.5% is a photograph of a power station.
Now the other column.
The ground we're bolting it to is Trent valley silt and Lincolnshire fen. Some of it took three hundred years to drain. It grows wheat at yields that most of the planet cannot get near, in a climate so reliably damp that grass grows here without anyone asking it to, which is the entire reason this island has cattle and cheese and a butcher.
So we are, measurably, one of the worst places on earth for sunlight and one of the best on earth for food.
And we've had a good long look at both of those numbers and gone with sunlight.
Somewhere in Namibia, which the same report ranked first, there is a patch of absolutely nothing, in full sun, wondering what it did wrong.
Can Mr Burnham smash the gangs? Deport foreign criminals? Get unemployment down? Clean up our rivers? Take £300 off energy bills? Which will he do first?
Mr Burnham won over Labour MPs by promising them the change people need. So what is that change? More taxes, more borrowing, more dear energy, more people on benefits and more attacks on farms, factories and businesses will make it worse.
Why does MrBurnham refuse to come to Parliament next week to set out the changes he wants to make and to answer sone questions about his plans? Is he ashamed of his plans, or does he not know how to remedy the many government disasters?
The crime they see: 15,415 litres of water to produce one kilogram of beef. Every campaign, every documentary, every leaflet through the door since about 2012.
The crime they do: not reading the paper.
The figure is real. It comes from Mekonnen and Hoekstra at the University of Twente, and it is careful, peer-reviewed work. What the campaigns strip out is that the same authors split that number into three parts, because the three parts are not the same thing at all.
Green water is rain. It falls on the grass. The cow eats the grass. For beef, green water is about 94 per cent of that headline.
Blue water is the stuff that matters. Rivers, lakes, aquifers. The stuff that gets pumped, metered, fought over in court, and does not come back.
So here is the blue water, in litres per kilogram, from the same authors, same method, same units.
- Pistachios: 7,602
- Almonds: 3,816
- Walnuts: 2,451
- Dates: 1,250
- Cashews: 921
- Beef: 550
Read that last line again, then go and look at what is in your granola.
The 15,415 counts rain that fell on a Welsh hillside as a cost, against an animal that was standing in it, on land where nothing else grows, in a country where rain is the one thing we have never once been short of.
The pistachio is drinking fourteen times more of the water that actually runs out.
She is outside in the rain right now, getting blamed for it.
The hill farm made a loss. On farming. Last year.
Not an opinion. Defra's own arithmetic, sat in the Farm Business Survey, the most damning document in British agriculture and nobody has opened it.
Take the average Less Favoured Area grazing farm. Uplands. Sheep, some cattle, the ground you drive through on the way to the Lakes and call unspoiled. In 2024/25 its Farm Business Income averaged £40,300, and when that figure reaches a newspaper it is used to prove farming is doing nicely.
Open it up.
Of that £40,300, some £23,600 arrived for hedges, margins, habitat and paperwork. Another £7,500 came from the barn conversion and the caravans. And agriculture, the production of food from grass, the entire nominal purpose of the place, the reason the family has been on that hill for a hundred and forty years, returned an average loss of £2,700.
The farm lost money farming. It made money being scenery.
We wanted cheap food and a pretty view and we declined to pay for either at the till. So the state pays him separately to stay in position. Not to feed you. To maintain the backdrop, count the birds, stand in the photograph.
We turned shepherds into park keepers and then congratulated ourselves on the parks.
Here is the part that should frighten you rather than annoy you. A man paid to be scenery is one budget line from being nothing. That £23,600 is a policy, and policies get reviewed. This year's forecast already has him down 8 per cent to £37,000. He cannot lose the sheep money, because there wasn't any. He can only lose the reason he is still there.
Then the ground goes to whoever bids, which is a fund, or a forestry play, or a carbon offset for an airline in another hemisphere. And the flock is sold.
Understand what leaves with it. A hefted flock is not livestock, it is knowledge held inside animals, of which shoulder of that hill is survivable in a January wind and which one takes you, learned by ewes teaching daughters for two hundred years, passed down in the dark, on the ground, in weather. Buy a thousand sheep tomorrow and they will wander off the mountain by Thursday, because nobody has told them where the mountain ends.
You cannot restock that. There is no scheme for it. It exists in one flock, on one hill, until the day it is loaded into a lorry, and then it has never existed at all.
The Guardian will not run this. No villain in a hat. Only a survey table, a loss of £2,700, and a country that stopped buying its own dinner and started buying the postcard.
They tell you your steak is eating the Amazon. Here is the part they leave out.
Soy is grown, overwhelmingly, to be crushed for its oil, the very vegetable oil in the processed food they would rather you ate.
The mash left over after the oil is pressed out is what gets fed to animals. It is a byproduct, not the reason the crop exists.
British beef cattle are raised on grass and never touch Amazon soy. What soy is fed to livestock goes mostly to intensive pigs and chickens, much of it abroad.
The soy that clears the rainforest is driven by demand for the oil and for cheap factory-farmed poultry, not by the cow on the hill.
(Blaming the grass-fed cow for the soy fields is like blaming the sawmill for the plastic.)
The rainforest is cleared for an oil crop, and the animal that never eats it takes the blame.
They pin the soy on the cow, then sell you the oil it was actually grown for.
Ahhh … Ed wants the top job, so the existential threat to humanity, the cataclysmic end of days that the UK must lead the world in saving us a
from ….
Er … needs to wait, because Ed wants to enhance his career.
Drill baby DRILL !
Surely you can see it now 💣
Bloody hell, it’s truly pathetic …Bye bye, Gibraltar!
British only on paper, we gave it away to EU rule, with Spanish officials exercising powers on British territory.
The UK calls that negotiation…. I call it surrender 🤡
I have written to the Leader of Portsmouth City Council urging him to investigate this and to stop taking down the England flag.
What’s wrong with a bit of patriotism before the big match?