Kaye Johnston

Love my Stafford's & a Northampton Saints Supporter.

[Ian Acheson 🇬🇧☘️ @NotThatBigIan]

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[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

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[Integral Views @Integral_Views]

I am furious about this to a degree that it's hard to express.

This is important.

Shabana Mahmood is laying out plans for more asylum seekers to come to the UK using a 'Community Sponsorship Scheme' but very few people know what this entails.

I am so angry not just for the reasons that are clearly obvious to everyone but also due to the fact that this was all laid out in the Fabian Society's publication 'Lawful & Fair' in June 2023. Keep in mind that almost our entire cabinet are Fabians including Shabana.

It says: '“In addition, the UK should create a single ‘community welcome’ route to enable communities to sponsor refugees. The UK Refugee Service would be responsible for administering a single, uncapped, additional, sponsorship route. This community welcome route would allow citizen groups (including faith, charity and community groups as well as universities and employers) to sponsor refugees, building on existing schemes including the community sponsorship scheme and the Homes for Ukraine scheme, but not restricted to any particular nationality. Sponsorship also has the benefit of injecting community voice into the system and improves integration outcomes.”

This means that, for example, Mosques could make use of that uncapped sponsorship route to bring in as many 'asylum seekers' as they choose to sponsor. No doubt with shady foreign funding. Then the government would call that 'integration' because they had integrated into the Muslim 'community'.

And it says:

“A community-based welcome strategy would fit and move in lockstep with a new national refugee policy (for example, requiring a minimum level of refugee resettlement in all local authorities) and with a single community welcome sponsorship scheme for all nationalities, as outlined above, but encompassing all new arrivals.”

Got that? 'A minimum level of refugee resettlement in all local authorities'.

The document also makes the case for:
- The right to work for all asylum seekers after 6 months
- Making all kinds of migrants including asylum seekers British Citizens as soon as possible
- Building an industry out of asylum seeking within a 'UK Refugee Service' with 1,000 staff
- An online portal for applications from Afghanistan, Libya, Syria, Yemen, etc
- Speeding up approvals and blanket approving claims from certain countries

What this means, as is so clearly obvious to us all is that this government, from before its first day in office has been following a playbook that has been decades in the making.

They are not listening. They are not reacting to events or changing course based on evidence. They are locked in and utterly convinced of their righteousness. They simply do not care what you think or what evidence exists.

This is echo chamber thinking at its worst. Groups convincing themselves that they are correct and then gradually, collectively working their way into positions of leadership in order implement their master plan.

I covered this 'Lawful & Fair' document in quite some detail in a youtube video last year. I'll link that in the comments.

The Fabian Society is not just a think tank. It's a network. A belief system. A cult.

This will be looked back on and studied in the future as a political disaster of civilisational proportions. That's if it's us that get to write the history books.

I'm utterly disgusted by what our political system has produced. Tone deaf, ill informed, philosophically infantile, economically illiterate, virtue signaling dim wits.

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@TelegraphRugby @brianmoore666 NO,No,No! We need them at Saints.

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

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[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

“I don’t pay for women,” wrote a 52-year-old man.
I showed up to the date without makeup and wearing sneakers.
We had been talking for about two weeks. Giovanni was one of those rare people—polite, straightforward, no mind games. Divorced, two grown kids, worked in construction. He had humor, balance, culture. When he asked me out, I said yes without hesitation.
Then came that message—clear, almost sharp.
“Let’s be clear: I don’t pay for women on dates. It’s my principle. Hope that’s not a problem.”
Honestly, it wasn’t.
In fact, I appreciated the honesty. Better to know upfront what you’re getting into than to face the bill and pretend nothing happened.
I replied: “Fine, no problem. See you Saturday.”
Inside me, an idea was born.
A simple, honest experiment.
Saturday morning, I woke up early. I’m 46 and I know exactly what “getting ready” for a date means. I opened my closet, picked the right outfit. Then makeup: foundation, concealer, eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick—the usual ritual.
And then I stopped.
Why?
If we’re truly equal… if everyone pays their own way… if there are no roles…
why should I spend two hours getting ready?
Why should I look flawless while Giovanni probably shows up in jeans and a T-shirt, ready in ten minutes?
So I decided.
Jeans. Gray sweater. Comfortable shoes.
Ponytail.
No makeup.
Just me.
In the mirror, I felt strange. Not worse. Just… different. Used to seeing myself “constructed,” I now looked simply normal.
“Let’s see,” I thought.
At the café, Giovanni was already seated. He greeted me, smiled, everything calm. The first few minutes were pleasant, natural. I almost thought I’d overthought it.
Then he paused, looked at me more closely, and said:
“You didn’t get ready much to see me, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“In the photos, you looked more polished… the dress, the makeup… Now you look… like you ran an errand.”
I smiled. Because in that moment I knew the experiment was working.
“Giovanni,” I said calmly, “remember what you wrote about the bill?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“You talked about equality. Everyone pays their own way. No roles, no expectations. You’re independent, I’m independent.”
“Yes… and?”
“So I asked myself: why does equality only apply to money? You showed up comfortably, no special effort. I did the same. Isn’t that consistent?”
He stayed silent. Then tried to explain.
“But these are different things…”
“Why different?” I asked.
He spoke about habits, “female nature,” the fact that women like to take care of themselves.
I listened. Then I said something simple:
“Taking care of yourself costs. Time, energy, money. And it’s often taken for granted. We talk about equality when it comes to paying, but still expect a woman to be perfect… for free.”
He tried to defend himself:
“But women like it…”
I smiled.
“Yes, I like feeling beautiful. But I also like being myself. Sleeping in. Not worrying about makeup. Wearing comfortable shoes.”
He looked at me, unsure what to say.
We finished our coffee talking about something else. Then the bill arrived. Split in half.
Perfect.
We said goodbye politely.
We never contacted each other again.
No, I don’t regret it.
That date taught me something.
We live in a time when everyone talks about equality, but often only where it’s convenient.
People want an independent, autonomous woman—but also flawless, polished, perfect.
True equality isn’t splitting a bill.
It’s sharing the same effort, the same respect, the same investment.
If you don’t want to pay for dinner, that’s fine.
But then don’t expect someone to spend hours looking perfect for you.
If we are equal… we’re truly equal.
No double standards.
Giovanni wanted equality.
He got it.
Just not the kind he imagined.

Credit - Mr. Commonsense

[Retired Police Dog Stella the Staffie @RPD2025STELLA]

These are the amazing finalists for the 2026 Crufts Hero Dog awards. All worthy winners. My heart & vote is with #Staffie Asha. Please share & vote 🗳️ lets help another amazing #Staffie get the recognition at @Crufts

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[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@RPD2025STELLA I'm so very sorry to hear this news. What an incredible ambassador for the staffy Stella was. Thank you for your service Stella, speed swiftly over the bridge.

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@RPD2025STELLA @999WAGS Get well soon Stella. 🐶

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@Matt_Pinner She's a dam good USA Rugby player, fit as a flea. Leave the woman alone!

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

The countryside around us is being decimated by HS2, hundreds of houses and these b' things. What about producing food and caring for our wildlife!

[ClarksonsFarm @ClarksonsFarm1]

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[Lord Ashcroft @LordAshcroft]

For every retweet of this post, I will donate £1 to the @VC_and_GC_Assoc up to £50,000.
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Visit while you still can, to honour the bravery of those who risked so much to protect our great nation.

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@GinnyHBall @JDVance Please read @iamtomskinner

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@DobbieAline See @iamtomskinner who had lunch with the VP.

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@DobbieAline Rubbish, fake news.

[Liz Kershaw @LizKershawDJ]

FREE SPEECH IS ON THE LINE
Time is almost up - The clock is ticking.
The public consultation on defining “Islamophobia” closes tomorrow morning. This isn’t a drill.
If the working group advising the Government recommends a sweeping new definition it would restrict free speech and silence legitimate criticism of Islam.
Free Speech Union Director Lord Toby Young says that your response could make all the difference:
"My advice to anyone concerned about this - and they should be concerned - is to respond to the consultation saying you think it’s an extremely dangerous idea for the Government to adopt a definition of ‘Islamophobia/Anti-Muslim Hatred’.
"If it emerges after the consultation’s closed that, say, 70 per cent of the respondents urged the Working Group to drop the whole thing, it will be difficult for them to proceed.”
RESPOND TO THE CONSULTATION HERE
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[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@MattWallace888 A great Rugby player!

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

A must read! Blooming brilliant.

[Jean Hatchet @JeanHatchet]

A little story about the National Trust.

Once upon a time a 6 ft 2" man built like a brick shit house called David Broadchest, renamed himself Daisy Moonflower, and went to work in the ticket office at Hardwick Hall.

Daisy liked dressing in short skirts that went spinny, and loved gathering round the office kettle telling all the women how to be a good trans ally.

There he met up with Kyle Flatfoot, whose pretend name was Amber Cottonbud and who also loved telling women about what it was like being the most oppressed woman round the kettle.

One day an artist brought a big piece of white material and made a floaty dress. Daisy and Amber swooned and dreamed of going spinny in it. Unfortunately, it was not for playing spinny skirt, it was destined to honour women and those over-privileged women, such as Rosa Parks, were to have their names sewn all over it.

Daisy Moonflower and Amber Cottonbud weren't too sure about how they were going to make themselves the most important women in all this. They watched the women carefully.

First one woman and then another stitched the name of the most horrible woman in the world on the dress. She Who Shall Not Be Named, was the most hated woman in the whole of trans land and Daisy and Amber began to cry delicately and barely noticeably in the office.

The caretaker ran in and said a herd of geese had broken into the hall, but when he was sheepishly told it was the tiny tears of the delicate women with a penis, he backed out tugging his cap low and vowing to say five Dylan Mulvaney's that very evening.

Then one day Daisy Moonflower was spinning and spinning near the dress exhibition when he saw that She Who Shall Not Be Named had been sewn onto the dress for a THIRD time. He promptly lost his shit and screamed "Fuck that bitch! OFF WITH HER HEAD."

Amber came running and together he and Daisy clomped loudly along to the haberdashery cabinet and got a needle and thread.

They fucked up that third name as fast and as hard as they could, realising they couldn't actually demand a head on a plate, because it's not an actual fairy story. They stitched and stitched and stitched over it until their tights nipped their bollocks in two, and at lunchtime over their teeny little lady sandwiches, they told all the Lady Allies what they had done and everyone applauded. A woman named Sally rolled her eyes but she was a filthy TERF and her days were numbered anyway.

At the next staff meeting first on the Agenda was the stunning and brave crossing out. Management were asked if the bitch stitches would stay. Everyone looked round nervously at Daisy and Amber. No one dared say anything in case they cried miserably and threatened to suicide in the foyer. Mess was avoided, cleaning budgets are tight, and the stitches stayed.

Then one sunny Saturday, Daisy Moonflower spotted a grey haired witch and a troublesome looking lesbian in the queue and narrowed his eyes. They looked up to TERFY no good. He tried to WhatsApp Amber but he was on his break hoovering up frilly bras on ASOS so the evil cis women didn't enjoy them.

Witchy Greyhair and Troubleface McLesbian slid up to the dress and removed the stitches in front of everyone's eyes. Now She Who Must Not Be Named was restored to the dress to continue wreaking the evil of her name, every visible letter murdering a thousand kittens. Shudders ran all through the land. Where would this possibly end?

The next day Amber told everyone what had happened.

"An evil Serbian with a hatchet ran in and chopped down the dress, rendering its true beauty asunder and bringing a curse on the land and the tragic death of India Willoughby."

A manager looked shocked but Sally raised her hand and said,

"I don't think that's what happened, the dress is still there and India Willoughby is still spouting shit on Twitter."

But Sally is a vile TERF and no one understands her language anyway.

The management immediately covered up the dress which appeared normal but had clearly been burned to the ground.

Proof of life was sent by India Willoughby but no one was arsed and that got filed under "things of insanity said on the internet".

The management had forgotten that Sally is not alone and that lots of women on the internet were fucking delighted that Witchy Greyhair and Troubleface McLesbian had undone a set of shitty stitches.

All of the media came running, and the National Trust realised their terrible mistake too late. Listening to Daisy Moonflower and Amber Cottonbud was costing them money and had torched their reputation.

Daisy and Amber were already spinning round and round at TQIFGHP Pride Year and whipping out their moobs for free cocktails.

The moral of this story is, if you are a UK institution, stop listening to these massive dickheads because the witches and lesbians will find you and they will humiliate you mercilessly.

The End.

[Kaye Johnston @KayeJohnstonRBP]

@dshensmith We had it for 6 months and were not happy with it at all. Impossible to use between 4 pm and 6 pm. And unpredictable during the evening. I wish you luck. Great customer service though.