Jerry Bodkin ⭐⭐

Food & Drink, making & growing my own. Music. Chelsea, 388. England. Solo Dad.

[Jerry Bodkin ⭐⭐ @Jelsea4]

Always in life in every moment rather than a life of riches, give me a richness of life. Its not how long I live but how beautiful it is. Treat others how you wish to be treated yourself. Kindness & manners are absolute. Sitting on a ⛱ with a loaf of 🍞 a bottle of 🍷real wealth

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@DonnaLouise1212 I make my own with Walnuts. It's really nice. I wont touch shop ones made with seed oil & preservatives.

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@therealmissjo He could certainly park it better thats for sure.

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@ralpha060461 @jehmyE 💙

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@sharrond62 I'm not sure those watching had any marbles in the first place.

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@sharrond62 Onion Peelings springs to mind.

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@soccertorey Frank LeBouef

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@soccertorey Didier Deschamps

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Rise & Rise again until Lambs become Lions.

[Christian @InTheTrenchesUK]

AN OPEN LETTER TO ANDY BURNHAM AND THE LABOUR TRAITORS
From the People You Were Elected to Serve

Andy. Read this carefully. Read it twice. Because the England you inherited is not the England you will leave behind, and the reckoning you cannot see is already gathering in kitchens, pubs, factory canteens, and farmyards across this country.

We are the people you dismissed. The ones your focus groups labelled "left behind." The ones your candidates were coached to avoid mentioning by name. We built this country. We defended it. We buried our fathers in its soil. And we have watched, in silence, as you and your party have conducted the most systematic betrayal of a native population in modern European history.

The silence ends now.

On the charge of open borders. You inherited the Rwanda deterrent. You destroyed it in your first weeks. Since then over 30,000 Iranians have arrived by small boat. The Telegraph confirmed the IRGC, a terrorist organisation your own government proscribed, now owns the trafficking routes into Britain. Iranian intelligence operatives have been intercepted. The National Crime Agency confirms lorries move migrants in and out of the country like a logistics depot. You call this humanitarianism. We call it treason.

On the charge of two-tier justice. Lucy Connolly received 31 months in prison for a deleted tweet. Rapists and paedophiles have received shorter sentences. Peter Lynch died in his cell. Labour councillor Ricky Jones, filmed calling for throats to be cut, walked free. Henry Nowak was stabbed to death by Vickrum Digwa and handcuffed by police as he bled out because his killer cried racism first. You have built two systems of justice: one for the natives, one for everyone else. And your judges cite "diversity and inclusion" from the bench as they hand down the sentences.

On the charge of grooming gang cover-up. Rotherham. Rochdale. Telford. Oldham. Bradford. Sunderland. Your councils buried the reports. Your MPs blocked the inquiries. Your party protected the perpetrators because the electoral maths required it. Bridget Phillipson tweets about wildfires whilst her department reviews CSE data from her own constituency. Thousands of British girls raped, and you have the audacity to lecture us about "Islamophobia."

On the charge of economic destruction. Britain now pays the highest industrial electricity prices in the developed world. 63% higher than France. 27% higher than Germany. One in ten factories faces closure. Miliband's net zero fantasy will cost £125 billion this decade. You are deindustrialising the nation that industrialised the world, and you call it progress. The pensioners you stripped of winter fuel payments freeze whilst you subsidise hotels for men of fighting age from countries we do not recognise.

On the charge of housing displacement. You imported the demand. You accelerated the family reunion scheme from 4,300 to 20,600 in eighteen months before suspending it when the numbers became visible. Now you propose to concrete over the green belt to house the population you should never have admitted. British children are priced out of the villages their grandfathers were born in. This is not a housing crisis. This is a population transfer.

On the charge of speech suppression. Graham Linehan was arrested at an airport for a tweet. Non-Crime Hate Incidents were only scrapped after international humiliation. Bank accounts closed for wrong opinions. Fathers arrested at their doors for social media posts whilst grooming gangs operated openly for decades. You have criminalised dissent whilst decriminalising invasion.

Now hear this, Andy. And every Labour MP reading over your shoulder.

You believe you are safe because we have been quiet. You have mistaken our restraint for consent. You have confused our patience for approval. You have watched us bury our dead, watch our daughters violated, watch our industries collapse, watch our borders dissolve, and you concluded we would never wake.

We are awake now.

Look at Brussels. Look at the tractors. Look at the farmers who decided they had nothing left to lose. Look at eight thousand men in one city bringing the EU to a standstill because Mercosur and CAP cuts were the final indignity. That is what happens when producers realise their governments have declared war on them.

England is next. And it will not be tractors.

It will be the pubs where the conversation is already happening. It will be the WhatsApp groups your surveillance state cannot fully monitor. It will be the workmen and the fishermen and the farmers and the veterans and the mothers whose daughters were failed. It will be the millions who voted Brexit and were betrayed. The millions who voted Reform and are watching. The millions who have not voted in years because they saw no point, and who are about to discover the point.

You have one opportunity. One. To stop the boats, not with speeches but with force. To open every grooming gang file. To end the two-tier justice. To restore the deterrent. To close the borders. To put British families first in the country their ancestors built.

If you refuse, if you continue this managed decline, if you continue to hide behind bus timetables and breakfast clubs whilst the nation is dismantled around you, then understand this:

You will not be forgiven. You will not be forgotten. And you will not remain.

Listen now. Or we make you listen.

The conversation is happening. The mood is turning. The patience is spent.

England is watching. England is remembering. England is coming.

Signed, the people you were elected to serve.
The ones you thought would never speak.
The ones you are about to hear from.

[Jerry Bodkin ⭐⭐ @Jelsea4]

@WydRayaanX 281

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@Gosleepriya Golf

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@JohnCleese I agree with you Sir on much but, not this.

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So sadly true.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Stand in front of a British fishmonger's slab in 1958. Half past eight, the ice fresh and heaped, the whole thing running wet onto the tiles, and the cold coming off it into your coat.

Cod and haddock at the back with their heads on and their eyes clear, because a clouded eye means Tuesday's fish and every woman in that queue knows it. Plaice with the orange still bright. Dover sole. Herring, mackerel, sprats in a tin dish. Kippers on a rail, split and oak-brown. Smoked haddock the colour of straw. Brown shrimp boiled that morning, sold by the half pint. Cockles, mussels, whelks in a bucket. Oysters, which were poor men's food within living memory. A crab on its back with its claws tied. Live eels moving in a shallow tub, and a boy watching them who will remember it for seventy years.

Your grandmother pointed. He gutted it in four seconds, wrapped it in newspaper, told her what had come in on the tide and what to leave alone this week, and put the head and bones in free if she said the word soup. She made the soup. Everybody made the soup.

Herring was the cheapest protein in Britain and the country ate it by the ton. Sprats came in newspaper cones. The kipper was a working man's breakfast, not a delicacy, and it cost less than the bread it sat on.

Now stand in a supermarket in 2026.

The counter is gone. Sainsbury's shut all 420 of theirs in 2020, Asda went the same year, and Tesco closed 317 more in 2022. There is nobody in the building to ask. Four feet of chilled cabinet, everything sealed under gas with a date on it, nothing on ice, not one head, not one bone.

Salmon from a Norwegian pen. Warm-water prawns from Asia. Pangasius from a Mekong pond. Cod fillet, skinless, boneless, headless, portioned, likely caught in the North Atlantic, flown to China to be cut by hand and flown back. A tray of breaded bites of unnamed species.

The boats never stopped. Britain's top landings are mackerel, herring, langoustine, haddock and crab, and around 70% of what we catch is exported. Then we import 80% of what we eat, nearly all of it the same five species.

Researchers put a figure on what leaves with it. The oily fish this country sends abroad carries enough omega-3 to cover 73% of our own recommended intake, and enough B12 to cover 46%.

The herring fleet went. The kipper trade went with it. The oyster beds that fed the poor went before that, and the eel man went so quietly nobody wrote down the year.

We are landing the nutrition, selling it abroad, and buying back a Vietnamese catfish in a plastic coffin.

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@AbuZeenat_ Kovacic

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Unacceptable, regardless of origin of perpetrator. Rape is WRONG!

[BRITAIN IS BROKEN 🇬🇧 @BROKENBRITAIN0]

🚨NEW: The UK recorded a staggering 74,727 rapes in the year ending March 2026 🇬🇧

74,727…. A literal rape genocide.

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@SandyofSuffolk 🙏🤞

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@Edwina_Currie @CountBinface Go & eat some Eggs you bitter old Cow.

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@benhabib6 @Nigel_Farage I rarely speak, i was going to but, everyone else has covered anything i might have said to you. Now jog the fuck along soppy bollox.

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@TrevohChalobah Thank you 'Big Trev'. You will always be a Blue mate. Good luck with your new journey.

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This sickens me.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

A farmer in Shropshire is selling his farm this September and nobody has died.

Two hundred and twenty acres. A hundred and forty ewes, seventy suckler cows, a shed with one end held up by a telegraph pole, and a tractor bought new in 1994, which is the last thing on that farm that was bought new. His grandfather bought the place outright in 1961. He is 54 and has never had a penny of debt.

The books say the farm lost eleven thousand pounds last year. It lost money the year before as well.

He is not bad at this. The government's own review, chaired by Minette Batters, found nearly a third of British farms were loss-making in 2024.

On paper the same farm is worth £1.9 million.

Pasture in his county averaged £8,600 an acre last year, and not a pound of that was set by anything he grows. Two blocks within nine miles went to buyers he has never met. One for solar. One described in the particulars as a natural capital opportunity.

His mother is 81 and lives in the bungalow at the top of the lane. When that comes across with the other half of the ground, the two halves clear the £2.5 million threshold, and twenty per cent of the excess is a bill in six figures on a business that has not made money in three years.

His son is a radiographer in Telford and is not coming back. He said so once, kindly, and never made his father ask twice.

So it goes now, while he can still choose which fields and to whom. He is selling the good ground first, because you cannot raise a bill off the rough.

The Treasury collects nothing from any of this. The sale happens years before the tax event, so there is no tax event left to have.

What Britain loses is a hundred and forty lambs and seventy calves a year, off ground that will never produce food again, in a country that already imports forty per cent of what it eats and has just had its worst cereal harvest since records began.

That is one farm. There are thousands of them, doing the sums at the same kitchen table this month.

The beef on your shelf this Christmas will come from Brazil, and the price will be higher, and nobody will connect the two.

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@DonnaLouise1212 I would suff them all out.