Starmer resigns - he has been a truly disgraceful Prime Minister.
I do not believe him to be a good man or a patriot.
He has deliberately and rapidly accelerated the destruction of our Britain, of our home.
History will not remember him kindly, nor should it.
I sat in Parliament, looking him in the eye, listening to him attempting to justify his decision to block a national inquiry into the mass rape of young British girls.
I will never forgive him. For that, and so much else.
What comes next, I do not know.
Whatever that is, Restore Britain will be ready to offer the British people a democratic route out - a better way, the only way.
But Starmer is gone.
And that is a good thing.
Enjoy it.
This year the Home Office moved to stop expert sheep shearers from Australia and New Zealand coming to shear British sheep.
The people who keep the animals comfortable were declared surplus to requirements.
For over a decade, around 75 of the best shearers on earth have flown in each spring on a simple visa concession. In a few brutal weeks they take the wool off up to two million sheep.
A top shearer clears a ewe in two or three minutes. Hundreds a day. Calm hands, no panic in the animal. It is a global trade and a young body's game, and Britain has never grown enough of its own.
The official line? Fourteen years to train Britons, so the door is closing.
Here is what that tidy sentence ignores. A sheep must be shorn every year or she overheats, cannot move properly, and gets eaten alive by flies and maggots. Shearing on time is welfare, plain and simple, written into law and into the animal's own skin.
So a government that lectures farmers without pause about welfare has quietly made the most basic welfare task harder to carry out. After the outcry they allowed one "final" year. Then the experts are gone for good.
A sector already losing money on every fleece, already burning wool it cannot sell, now told it cannot even get the people in to take the wool off.
You could be forgiven for thinking somebody wants the British sheep gone.
@RupertLowe10 Filthy contracts. One fella in Tanworth in Arden became a multimillionaire during covid for 'securing the contract' of cleaning the empty nightingale hospitals. Must've been chummy with the higher-ups. Our money blown cleaning empty buildings..
Careful @PatrickChristys you might get arrested for hate speech 🤣🇬🇧
But seriously…. Thank you for covering this, and spitting straight facts. Powerful.
Behave yourselves today everyone 🇬🇧
#UnitetheKingdom#UTK@TRobinsonNewEra
It's becoming very common of invaders waiting outside nightclubs and frogmarching drunk women away to rape.
Be careful out there, girls stay in groups, they've imported beasts.
Hat's off to the guy filming, very likely saved these girls from rape.
Yes. Unity is our strength.
Mass migration has killed that.
Maybe I have a rose tinted view of the UK's halcyon days, but when I was a kid, my grandparents who rented a council house all their lives lived in a community that swept their front porches, knew eachothers' names and attended every Remembrance Day march
It all turned into a screaming hellhole of abandoned soiled mattresses, rubbish piles, feral kids, boarded up windows and overgrown gardens when the local population shifted from relative homogeny to mainly having people with no emotional or ancestral ties to the land.
Of course there were, always have been, and still are, wonderful families from minority communities who serve their communities with passion and pride and are a credit to this nation. I think of my parents' amazing Caribbean neighbours who are active members of the church, keep an allotment and have been in the cul-de-sac for almost half a century and are beloved by all.
But a short drive through the streets of Harehills in Leeds or Brent in London (every city has a neighbourhood like this now) proves that mass migration is the main reason why certain post codes now look like a post apocalyptic wastelands.
And it's not about skin colour either. It could be people from Europe, Asia or Africa who have no respect for their British address. But it is clear to me that monocultural British communities make for much more pleasant neighbourhoods. Sorry if the truth offends. But I'm done playing this perilous game of avoiding obvious facts while watching my country being driven to hell in a handcart by gaslighting political elites
@anon_opin For all the family time their father missed due to work commitments; school plays, sports days, trips to the park, etc.. our kids will have earned every penny they'll inherit from us. Tax the big corporations effectively and spend our taxes wisely for a change
@LeilaniDowding I visited as a child, then returned about 8 years ago with my own children. Luckily before it went to shit. It's such a shame, everywhere is being ruined
There's a sickness in Britain's public life: we have replaced judgment with performance. We have handed moral authority to the stage and let actors decide who belongs in this country. Olivia Colman, Emma Thompson, Stephen Fry, Judi Dench, Brian Cox – a roll call of national treasures who lined up to read script lines and wept on cue for a man they barely understood. They weren't defending justice. They were auditioning for sainthood.
Alaa Abd el-Fattah called Britons "dogs and monkeys." He said he "fucking hates white people." He wrote that killing Zionists, "especially civilians," is heroic. He praised Bin Laden. He dreamed of our streets on fire. These weren't stray remarks. This was a worldview. A creed of racial contempt and revolutionary bloodlust. And Britain's cultural class didn't bother to look. They didn't want to look. Because the point was never him. The point was them – proving their virtue to each other like teenagers comparing scars.
Keir Starmer called Abd el-Fattah's return a "top priority." He said he was "delighted" when the man landed in Britain. Delighted – as if a racial arsonist was a trophy of moral progress. As if British Jews didn't exist. As if the names Westminster, London Bridge, Manchester and Birmingham had been whitewashed from the national memory. Starmer isn't conflicted. He is consistent. His politics is powered by applause from the international set, not the safety of his own citizens.
Celebrity pity replaced national judgment. Emotional theatre replaced due diligence. The Home Office didn't vet – or didn't want to. The civil service looked away. Westminster saw a cause, not a threat. In modern Britain the question is never "Is this man safe?" It's "Will supporting him make me look virtuous to the right crowd?" Conscience has been turned into a prop. The country has been turned into an audience, expected to clap on cue.
Name them. Olivia Colman, whose trembling voice lent saintly gravitas to a man who spat on her country. Emma Thompson, forever the moral matron of the luvvie class, too busy basking in applause to read the record. Stephen Fry, who will condemn intolerance at home but clasp the hand of a man who wanted Zionists dead. Mike Leigh. Mark Ruffalo. Emily Watson. Rebecca Hall. Joseph Fiennes. Harriet Walter. Sir Bill Nighy, beard grown for gravitas, telling the Prime Minister to "make the call" – and the Prime Minister did. They summoned a man who would happily see the country that knighted them burn.
This wasn't a mistake. It was a ritual. The ruling class performed virtue, the celebrities performed conscience, and Britain paid the bill. They needed him to fit a story: the "political prisoner," the "prisoner of conscience," the symbol of everything they think makes Britain look enlightened. They didn't check who he was because the truth would have broken the spell. Violence abroad is romantic in their eyes. Violence at home is a misunderstanding. Hatred is fine, as long as it is directed at the right targets.
The ECHR forced the door open. Successive governments refused to close it. Its architects still pretend it's the noble post-war shield it once was, even as foreign judges veto laws passed by the people who live with the fallout. A serious country would have walked the moment protecting its own became "unlawful." A serious country would say: glorify terror and you lose your passport; call for blood and you're gone. But Britain isn't serious. Britain is obedient – to treaties, to NGOs, to foreign approval, to the moral vanity of its own elite.
What we are watching is national self-harm dressed as progress. A country apologising for existing. A cultural class so besotted with its own virtue it can't tell a dissident from a fanatic. They think they are rescuing a hero. They are opening the gates. They think they are proving virtue. They are advertising weakness.
"The point was never him. The point was them – proving their virtue to each other like teenagers comparing scars"