Lisa Nandy is leaving X because she can no longer control the conversation. That is the beginning and end of this story.
This has nothing to do with free speech or expression. You are simply too accustomed to a world where the establishment protects your lies, where the BBC smooths over your failures, where the newspapers you favour run interference when the public gets angry. You have spent your career in a bubble where dissent is managed, where awkward questions are filtered out, where the little people are kept at arm's length.
That world is ending. The public can now speak back. And you cannot stand it.
Your announcement is not principled. It is a confession. You have no argument. You have no answers. You have no courage. When the country demanded accountability for what was done to those girls in Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford when they asked why your party looked away for decades you had nothing to say. When they asked why the perpetrators were protected while the victims were ignored, you hid behind committees and reviews. When they asked why your colleagues turned off replies to avoid hearing from the people they claim to represent, you said nothing.
Half of your Cabinet does not even allow replies. You talk of "meaningful debate" while building walls around yourselves. You speak of democracy while treating the public as a nuisance to be managed.
You are not leaving because of abuse. You are leaving because you are losing. Because every time you post, thousands of people remind you of what you have done. Because the England you claim to serve has seen through you, and it loathes what it sees.
Your whole party is loathed. Your whole establishment is loathed. You have disgraced this country in ways you will never understand because you are too busy thinking about yourselves. Me, me, me. Your career. Your image. Your comfort.
We just say the truth. The truth you have been hiding. The truth about the girls you failed. The truth about the borders you opened. The truth about the lies you told.
You have no spine. You have no integrity. You are full of hate for the people who see through you, full of lies about your own record, full of betrayal for every working-class voter who ever trusted your flag.
Run to Instagram. Run to Facebook. Turn off your comments there too. Build your smaller, safer echo chamber where the only voices are the ones you approve. But know this: the public will follow. The public will find you. And the verdict will be the same.
@MapleLeafs What an absolutely terrible trade. Leafs need Robertson's goals more than ever. Should have at least gotten a 2nd round pick for a player like him, but of course you know you could've just... kept him
MacKenzie Scott has donated over $26 billion to nonprofits.
Around $1 billion of that ($786M confirmed but many donation amounts aren't disclosed) has funded 226 organizations focused either fully or partly on "gender identity."
This funds children's access to puberty blockers, cross-sex hormones, and irreversible and often sterilizing surgeries.
She is directly funding the largest medical scandal against children we've ever seen.
Meanwhile, the entire movement opposing sex and gender pseudoscience engulfing science, medicine, and culture runs on maybe ~$10M annually. Hard to say exactly, but it's minuscule in comparison.
We are so out-funded it's laughable.
If you're extremely wealthy, consider donating to competent organizations help combat the behemoth we're up against.
No organization turns donation money into real policy change more efficiently than the Manhattan Institute (@ManhattanInst).
(Disclosure: I work there. But it's true)
The fight against pediatric gender "medicine" and sex pseudoscience is far from over.
Millennials, it's time to choose your midife crisis
1. Date a 23 year old
2. Quit drinking and become insufferable about it
3. Double down on drinking
4. Train for a marathon nobody asked about
5. Have a panic baby (with wife you hate)
6. "We're opening the relationship" (she bangs)
7. Get divorced
8. Get diagnosed with adult ADHD/autism
9. Niche side quests like rock climbing, hyrox, gardening, handstands
A New Zealand psychology journal has removed a peer-reviewed paper. Not for fraud. Not for error. But because it didn't align with the college's values.
The author is a Māori clinical psychologist. Her paper was pulled to "protect Māori".
The answer to a paper you disagree with is to argue back, not to take it down. Removing it doesn't refute it. It just tells every clinician that some questions are now off the table.
I went to In-N-Out and ordered a cheeseburger. The cashier, a calm young woman named Destiny, asked me a question I did not expect.
"You want that Animal Style?"
I paused.
I did not know what this meant. But a samurai does not admit he does not know. So I answered with weight.
"...Animal Style."
"Cool. So that's mustard-grilled, extra spread, grilled onions, pickles. Yeah?"
I understood now. This was a sacred permission. For one meal, I was being told to put down my manners at the door. To eat the way a beast eats, without shame. I had waited my whole life for someone to give me this order.
"Yes," I said. "I will become the animal."
Destiny did not blink. "...Okay. You want your fries Animal Style too?"
I stopped. Even the potatoes?
"The potatoes also become animals?"
"I mean, they get cheese and sauce and grilled onions, so..."
"Then yes. Let the potatoes abandon their restraint as well."
"...Got it." She was the calmest woman I have ever met. "3x3, 4x4, or just the one?"
I did not know these numbers, but I knew a challenge when I heard one. "How many must I face?"
"It's, like, how many patties you want."
"How many is the most honorable?"
"...Four is a lot."
"Then four. A warrior does not ask for fewer."
She wrote it down without argument. A 4x4, Animal Style, with animal fries. She warned me once, kindly. "That's gonna be huge." I told her I was counting on it.
It arrived. It was a tower. Cheese and sauce ran down my hands the moment I lifted it. There was no clean way to eat it. There was no dignified way. That was the entire point.
I ate it like a beast. Both hands, no honor, grilled onion on my chin, and I have to be honest with you, it was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
For thirty years I have kept my manners at every table in the world.
They handed me a burger and told me to be an animal, and I have never felt so free.
So tell me, America.
The whole country knows the secret menu. What else are you hiding in plain sight?
And "Animal Style." Was I eating the animal, or finally becoming one?
I've been keeping a low profile the last month with all of the terrible news stories happening one right after the other.
The Henry Nowak stabbing and dying in police custody with the policeman chiding him in his dying moments as he's profusely bleeding out while his killer boldly lies to the nodding police mere feet away, Henry's deathly pallid, limp hands being cuffed while laying crumpled on the ground.
The Rape Gang Inquiry Report, which is so vast and horrific it was utterly traumatic to read.
The middle-aged disabled man in Belfast pinned down to the ground on his back by a frothing rabid Muslim migrant screaming to the sky while sitting on his chest, carving the man's eyes out and then attempting to behead his victim with a bloody knife, seeing all the blood on the victim and on ground, then the local men rushing in to save the victim, all surrounding and beating the crazed migrant nearly to death.
Then the mass anti-immigrant protests in the UK, the Northern Ireland local militia's going door to door evicting immigrants, burning migrant apartment buildings, and performing road blocks checking driver's licences for immigrants.
Then the woman in Italy who was actually beheaded in the street by a Muslim migrant, and seeing mass anti-immigration protests in Italy.
Then Keir Starmer pushing through mandatory digital ID in order to use social media.
Then my country's Prime Minister Mark Carney using his bribed, illegitimate majority govt to push through around half a dozen bills in secrecy with no debate, allowing supreme government control of all internet and social media.
Then seeing the leftist spin trying to discredit the rape gang story in any way they can.
Seeing paid protestors show up to disrupt a vigil for Henry Nowak, all wearing balaclavas, holding signs calling the attendees Nazis and blasting loud music to drown out the speakers. Very similar to the Westboro Baptist Church.
And then even today, on Father's Day, the mainstream media posted anti-family, anti-father propaganda instead of celebration or even simple acknowledgement.
I haven't posted much on X but have still had conversations with people close to me about these things.
I've spent most of my free time the last month working on recording music which has helped keep me sane. I had stopped playing and writing for a very long time, many years, but finally got back into it in a serious way, and hope to have an EP to release in a few months.
As the world slides further into madness, I will just keep talking to people and making music and try to prepare best for any catastrophies, come what may.
I hope you dear reader can find that constructive energy as well. The world needs it more than ever.
Above all else, remember: NO blackpilling.
Love Jamie
Canada:
Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his sufferance in old age.
Tax his health, tax his wealth,
Tax his business done by stealth.
Tax his car, tax his gas,
Tax the roads on which he pass.
Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his house, tax his bed,
Tax the pillow under his head.
Tax his work, tax his pay,
He works for taxes half the day.
Tax his liquor, tax his smoke,
Tax him till he’s completely broke.
If he cries, tax his tears,
Tax the comfort of his years.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he's laid.
When he's gone, don't relax,
It's time to collect the estate tax.
And do not let them leave without taxing it all again.
@etobian@BenMulroney You're still doing 'the fight for minority rights,' in Canada?
Look at literally every other country on Earth. Where do minorities have it better?
What the fuck are you fighting for them to have, a gold toilet and a penthouse apartment?
This is why Carney bribed the opposition MPs to cross the floor. This is what they wanted but couldn’t get without a majority: secrecy, authoritarianism, and the right to spy on Canadians.
Thanks @CdEntremontMP@jeneroux@MarilynGladuSL you quislings.
The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
46 arrested
164 wanted
1400+ charges
NONE of the 46+164 are Canadian, PR, or on a work visa. Just visitors knowing we have the weakest laws & leakiest border.
What are Durham Police up against? What are WE up against? THIS. 👇
I praise them for their diligence.