Gerald is standing in green grass this August, and the field across the lane has gone the colour of a paper bag, and the only difference between the two of them is a plough.
You can see the line from the gateway. It runs along the hedge like somebody drew it with a ruler. One side is pale and cracked wide enough to put a finger in and it crunches when you walk on it. The other side gives underfoot, and it is green, and there is a nine hundred kilogram Hereford working across the middle of it at the speed of a man reading a newspaper he has already read.
The lane field was ploughed and reseeded four years ago. New ley, high yield, drilled for a heavy first cut, and it gave one, and it has given less every year since, because the roots on it stop about four inches down where the drill left them. Four inches of soil in a dry August holds nothing. The man who owns it has had the bowser out twice this week and is buying feed in the middle of summer, which is the thing no farmer wants a neighbour to watch him do.
Gerald's forty acres have not had a plough on them since some time in the eighteenth century. Nobody planted that sward. It arrived over two hundred years of being grazed and dunged and rained on and otherwise left alone, and it is about forty different things growing in among each other, half of which have no commercial name, several of which have gone down after water past two metres. There is no dry spell in the recorded history of this country that reaches two metres.
So the grass keeps coming in the worst month of the year, and the bull keeps eating it, and what he leaves behind goes back in and the beetles have it buried inside a week and the roots go down after it again.
He came down a ramp there at five months old, looked at the whole forty acres for about ninety seconds, and walked to the south corner. He has never revisited the decision. Not in a drought, not in a hailstorm, not in the eleven days of horizontal rain, not at minus six with the trough iced solid. Same corner, same hour, same pace, for four years, in a country where everything else has an opinion about the weather.
The south corner has seven wildflower species in it now, and a bumblebee count, and a dung beetle population, and none of that was anybody's project. It is just what happens to ground that has one animal standing on it who has never once been talked out of anything.
There is no scheme paying for any of this. No contractor, no invoice, no line in the paperwork, because in the paperwork this field is classified as unimproved land, which is the official term for ground nobody has got round to wrecking yet.
The hedge is thick. The wall stands because the bottom of it is grazed. The swallows are over the middle of the field at seven every evening working the flies that follow him about, and they are not over the lane field, because there is nothing over there to work.
Half the country is being told the animal in that field is the reason the weather has gone wrong.
The animal in that field is the reason it is still green.
Gerald has not been informed that he is unimproved. Gerald is in the south corner. The south corner is fine.
This skateboard trick may never be eclipsed.
Danny León, a Spanish Olympic skateboarder, set up this shot and landed it during today's eclipse in Spain.
Perfect planning!
UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION:
Things have escalated.
I repeat.
THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED.
For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon.
Well.
This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me.
Alone.
Standing directly in the middle of my driveway.
No screaming.
No hopping around.
Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect.
I said, “Morning, Gerald.”
He tilted his head.
I gave him a walnut.
He did not eat it.
Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again.
Message received.
The offering was insufficient.
So I went back inside and got more walnuts.
When I returned…
THERE WERE NINE CROWS.
Nine.
Yesterday there were seven.
Gerald is fucking recruiting.
And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE.
This isn’t a bird friendship anymore.
I’m funding organized crime.
I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now.
Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two.
Gerald immediately screamed at him.
The little one dropped the second walnut.
I have accidentally created an economy.
Gerald controls distribution.
There’s a hierarchy.
There are consequences.
I’m pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast.
Then Gerald flew away.
I thought we were done.
WE WERE NOT DONE.
Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing.
A bottle cap.
A shiny rock.
And…
MY FUCKING SPOON.
HE RETURNED THE SPOON.
Ladies and gentlemen.
I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement.
Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox.
So I still cannot get my fucking mail.
I tried approaching.
He puffed up.
I backed away.
That mailbox belongs to the organization now.
At this point I’m just a tenant.
Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here.
I’ll keep everyone updated.
But if I suddenly stop posting…
Gerald found out I told you.
It’s beyond terrifying that you can dedicate your life to public service, reach 78 and be bludgeoned to death, hit in the head with a hammer 21 times in your own home, with the police caught desperately trying to downplay it, yet the story lasts less than two weeks in the news cycle because she had the wrong political views.
Ann Widdecombe deserved better. The establishment is truly evil.
🚨📉THE SLOW DEATH OF BRITAIN:
We have shit water companies so we buy bottled water.
We have rubbish police so we hire private security.
We have terrible healthcare so we pay private hospitals instead.
Airbnbs in Cornwall pay council tax but get no rubbish collection, so they pay Biffa on top.
An awful lot of firemen are now volunteers.
NHS dentists don’t really work anymore, so you go private or you pull it out yourself.
Our roads are littered with potholes nobody fills. Your privately funded tyres and suspension are the collateral.
You are forced under threat of criminal prosecution to fund the BBC, and it’s so bad you pay for streaming to get news or entertainment anyway.
Your bins are collected fortnightly, so you drive to the tip. The tip now requires a booking, a permit and proof you live in the county.
Garden waste is a separate annual subscription. On top of the council tax that used to cover it.
Your GP surgery is an 8am phone lottery, so you pay £40 to an app to speak to a doctor in a different time zone.
CAMHS has a two year waiting list, so parents remortgage for private assessments.
Your child’s SEN provision is a legal entitlement, so you hire a solicitor to sue the council for it. The council spends more fighting you than the support would have cost.
Physio is a forty week wait. Your back does not have forty weeks.
Schools teach in portable cabins bolted to the playground because the actual building is held up by aerated concrete and hope.
Half of them are technically insolvent.
Parents fund the reading books, the glue sticks, the photocopier, the roof and increasingly the teachers wages - all via a PTA raffle and local fundraisers.
The state offers “free” childcare hours that don’t cover the nursery’s costs, so the nursery bills you a “top up fee” for the free thing.
Shoplifting under £200 is functionally legal, so Tesco hires guards - who crucially don’t even try to stop it - and you pay for them in the price of the milk.
999 takes an hour, so you buy the Ring doorbell, gather the evidence, file the report and get a crime number for the insurance you also pay for.
Court backlogs run to years, so anyone with money settles privately and everyone else gets nothing.
Legal aid is gone. Represent yourself.
Passport and DVLA backlogs are chronic, so the state sells you a fast track service to escape the queue the state created.
The trains are late whoever owns them, so you drive on the roads with the potholes.
Public toilets are shut, so you buy a coffee you don’t want.
The library is staffed by pensioners working for free.
Street lights are switched off at midnight to save money in a country with a burglary charge rate near zero.
You pay National Insurance for fifty years and they move the pension age.
You pay the adult social care precept every year and then sell your mother’s house to pay for adult social care.
Leaseholders pay for a “waking watch” because the state signed off the cladding and then billed the residents to fix it.
Social housing sits on the most valuable land in Britain, allocated by need rather than proximity to work, 48% of zone 1 social housing is occupied by foreigners mostly welfare dependent - while the nurses, teachers and other workers who keep zone 1 running commute ninety minutes each way from Kent because we stopped building anything in 1979.
Every one of these is a service you have already bought. The receipt is your payslip.
The tax burden is heading for its highest sustained level since the 1940s. The service level is the worst in living memory.
You are not overtaxed or underserved. You are actually BOTH, simultaneously, and the gap between the two is where your standard of living went.
The state has become a subscription you cannot cancel and cannot use.
NHS staff are complaining that patients are refusing to be treated by non-white doctors and nurses.
It’s not because of “racism.” It’s because frontline care is getting worse after thousands of foreign doctors and nurses who barely speak English, lack compassion, and have fraudulent qualifications have been hired in recent years.
Despite funding increasing every year, now to £225 billion, and 1.5 million staff, the NHS cannot meet demand. Arbitrary caps on medical school and hospital placements mean we reject qualified British doctors and nurses, and recruit inferior counterparts from the Third World instead.
The NHS spends £3 billion in annual malpractice payouts and £40 billion on mandatory DEI training, teaching them to resent their white patients.
The result is poor care, long wait times, missed diagnoses, and preventable complications and deaths. But politicians are too afraid of blaspheming against Britain’s national religion to admit it.
This week, my wife, now twenty-five weeks pregnant with twins, suffered a blood clot and severe swelling in her left leg. She spent seventeen hours waiting for an assessment. She was seen by an African nurse who barely spoke English and made multiple spelling errors in her referral letter, and another who shouted at her for speaking too slowly and in too much detail about her symptoms.
I documented the ordeal in a series of X posts, which attracted millions of views. The comments were filled with people sharing similar horrifying stories. Thank you to everyone who provided their prayers, advice, and concern for my wife and children.
The NHS is forcing patients to either risk being called "racist" or not receive proper treatment. I would rather offend someone than let my loved ones die.
It doesn’t have to be this way. We could scrap public sector DEI, stop replacing qualified domestic talent with incompetent and fraudulent foreigners, and stop running the NHS as an international health service that spends billions on translation services.
That would require a government willing not only to abandon antiracist ideology and reject the mantra that “Diversity is our strength”, but also to challenge the sacralised status of the NHS.
The longer they don’t, the more lives are ruined and lost to incompetence.
Today, many were shocked by yet another video of the drone “safari” Russians are carrying out against civilians in Kherson. A Russian drone deliberately hunted down a man selling vegetables and detonated right next to him. The Russians even admitted to the crime, showing zero regret and openly boasting about tormenting people. The man was wounded in the blast. Every single day, ordinary people in Kherson face these Russian "safaris."
The world must see this. It must see every piece of evidence that Russia has gone mad and that its soldiers take pleasure in killing and abusing civilians. Without pressure on Russia, the dismantling of its capacity for aggression, and real security guarantees, it is simply impossible to imagine the world being able to coexist with this evil. We must remain resolute in defending life. We must act and support life in ways that force Russia to seriously think about peace rather than expanding the range of its drones.
This is not just about Ukraine. Russia’s campaign against human life must be stopped here in Ukraine before it spreads further. Finland and Kazakhstan, the Baltic states and Poland, the countries of the South Caucasus, Romania, and Moldova—all should work together to ensure real security guarantees and bring Russia’s war to an end. Peace is needed, which requires cooperation among everyone in the world who truly values peace. Thank you to everyone standing with Ukraine!
🚨🚨 MARCO RUBIO JUST DROPPED A BOMB 🚨🚨
He stood in front of the entire world and said what almost NO ONE has the guts to say:
“We in America have NO INTEREST in being polite and orderly caretakers of the West’s managed decline!”
Read that again.
America is DONE accepting slow suicide.
DONE smiling while the West is dismantled.
DONE being the polite undertaker of our own civilization.
Marco didn’t whisper it.
He declared war on managed decline.
This is the line in the sand.
This is the moment.
DEFEND THE WEST. AT ALL COSTS.
The soft days are over.
The caretakers have been fired.
🔥🔥🔥 RETWEET IF YOU’RE DONE ACCEPTING DECLINE 🔥🔥🔥
This is explosive journalism. Lydia connecting the dots while the mainstream media sleeps. The British Security Project were arrested not for filming an Islamic event. But for catching the boats. For documenting the invasion infrastructure at Felixstowe. One small group of patriots achieved what counter terrorism only acted on after they were silenced. This is how the system works. Demonise the truth tellers. Protect the smugglers. Lydia sees through it. Essential reporting.
🔥 WOW HARRY REDKNAPP HAS HAD ENOUGH!
Premier League legend Harry Redknapp has just EXPLODED on TalkTV over the migrant crisis and he is NOT holding back.
Reacting to the shocking scenes in Spain where nearly 49,000 Moroccan migrants stormed the Spanish enclave of Ceuta in a single day (swimming in, scaling fences, overwhelming the entire territory of just 83,000 people, with dozens dead), Harry didn’t mince his words.
He looked at the scenes of endless young men pouring across and asked the question everyone’s thinking:
“They’re all young blokes? Is there no women?”
Then he hit the nail on the head:
“They’ve got no intention of going back. They make their way here. They know this is the land of milk and honey and we accept it all. It’s getting overrun. This country’s overrun. I live in Bournemouth and Bournemouth town centre has absolutely gone.”
Well said Harry! 👏
We ALL see it.
Towns and cities up and down the country transformed beyond recognition. A total disgrace. A complete betrayal of the British people. And new PM Andy Burnham? Doesn’t seem to care one bit.
Britain IS being overrun and Harry Redknapp just said what millions are thinking.
A whopping Five hundred migrants have crossed to the UK today.
That’s roughly 1,500 within Andy Burnham’s first 9 days as Prime Minister.
If he doesn’t want to call it a national emergency, then he should call a General Election so we can replace him with someone who will.
I blurred these images of the lifeless bodies of Christian babies and toddlers slaughtered by Muslims in Nigeria last Sunday.
As much as I want people to know about the full horror, traumatizing random viewers will not force the needed change.
Western politicians and news outlets that chose silence must be named and held accountable. Their refusal to confront this is not neutrality—it is complicity.
Most “news” sites ignore or bury it, and the few headlines deliberately minimize the massacre of Christians while erasing the jihadists’ identity and motives.
Last Sunday night in Naridon village, Kaduna State, Nigeria, armed Fulani jihadists stormed a Christian farming community. Dozens of Christians, including children, were slaughtered. The lifeless bodies of Christian babies and toddlers offer only a small glimpse of the unimaginable suffering inflicted on Christians every day across Africa and Asia.
Western leaders who never miss a chance to lecture their nations about “multilateralism, diversity and inclusion” never call emergency sessions at the UN Security Council or Human Rights Council when Christians are butchered. They never push real sanctions on the governments and networks that embolden this slaughter.
They look away while the Christian death toll climbs to genocidal levels.
Their actions matter. Their inaction matters more.
History will judge them all.
🚨💥 SE PRENDIÓ HOLANDA (Paises Bajos) 🇳🇱💥🚜
Los Agricultores holandeses se levantan masivamente NUNCA permitirán que el gobierno Gløbalista ROBE sus TIERRAS y prohíba a sus hijos cultivar para siempre...
Los Agricultores están listos para la mayor protesta de la historia contra su gobierno.
Los Medios no quieren que veas esto. COMPARTE!! 🔥
The Home Office claims it has removed or deported 70,000 people. Here are the facts:
35% left without officials even realising.
26% were paid to leave.
Just 25% were deportations. And 2/3 of these were Europeans.
This is not control. This is spin.
This is why the French police don't stop the boats and it should make your blood boil.
Chris Philp asked one of them, on camera, why they let the migrants into the water. The officer's answer, flat and unbothered. “Our ORDERS are to let them go.”
Not that they CAN'T. That they've been TOLD not to. From the top and his justification? Their job is to PROTECT them. Protect the migrants. All the way to Britain.
Here's the verified bit underneath it. French police are barred from stopping a boat once it's in the water. A complaint about officers puncturing a dinghy led to a ruling, so now they stand back while the boats sail on. The smugglers simply wade out, launch, and the police film it on their phones. Some were even pictured ESCORTING them off.
We pay France up to £650 MILLION for exactly this.
Now the part that ends the argument. That money isn't even tied to results. Asked if there were ANY targets for stopping boats, Downing Street's own spokesman said, quote, “no, there is not.”
No targets. No duty to stop a single crossing. Their stop rate sits around 40%, and we've begged them to lift it for years and the deal doesn't even let us send anyone BACK. After Brexit we left the Dublin rules that once let us return them to the EU, and never replaced them. Money out. No returns in.
So what are we buying? Not a border. A DIRECT DEBIT. Hundreds of millions a year, for a force ordered to stand back, film it, and wave the boats through and every crossing lands on us. £5.77 MILLION a day on hotels. £8 BILLION a year. 95% of refused claims never removed.
We didn't lose control of the border.
We're paying another country half a billion to hold it open. And their own police just said so, to our faces.
Credit to Chris Philp for getting them to admit it.
AHORA MISMO EN LA OFICINA OVAL:
El presidente Trump acaba de estallar de furia contra la invasión del Tercer Mundo a la Civilización Occidental.
Con el puño golpeando la mesa y la voz retumbando:
“¡Están invadiendo Europa!
Están invadiendo Europa… ¡es una invasión total!
¡Y el Reino Unido es el sospechoso número uno!”
Pero no se quedó solo en la rabia.
En medio del estallido, Trump soltó el verdadero bombazo:
“Voy a proponer un Pacto de Supervivencia Occidental.
Quien se una, cierra fronteras, deporta masivamente y defiende su cultura.
Quien no… se queda solo frente a la invasión.
¡Y el primero que debe firmarlo es el Reino Unido… o se hunde!”
El silencio en la Oficina Oval fue sepulcral.
La Civilización Occidental acaba de recibir su ultimátum.
The last 2 weeks in the UK:
1. Three illegal migrants jailed for sexual assault on Brighton beach
2. Afghan migrant jailed for killing Wayne Broadhurst
3. Guinean migrant with 19 convictions allowed to stay in UK
4. Somali asylum seeker who killed 3 people given hospital order
5. Eritrean asylum seeker jailed after knocking woman unconscious
6. Two asylum seekers jailed for r*ping an 18 year old in Cheshire
7. Gvt admitted lying about illegal migrant deportation numbers
8. Sudanese migrant jailed after found with weapons and petrol outside a school
9. Afghan asylum seeker jailed after r*ping vulnerable man in park
10. Tunisian migrant found guilty of attacking 5 women in 90 minutes
11. A charity linked to the Iranian regime revealed to have been given powers to bring migrants to UK
12. Iranian regime found to be sending agents into the UK on the small boats
13. A ‘Mega dinghy’ brings a record 165 illegal migrants to the UK
14. Official figures confirm more than 13,000 illegal migrants have entered the UK since Christmas
15. Green Party council in London refuses to help government remove illegal migrants
16. Andy Burnham says Labour is creating a system “with control at its heart”.
All this in two weeks.
Two. Weeks.
Suicidal empathy is destroying our country.
This is what happens when the ruling class becomes so obsessed with showing empathy to outsiders they end up destroying their own country from within.