People lean to the left because of at least one of only three reasons.
1. They’re too lazy to fact check what they hear or read.
2. They’re inherently stupid.
3. They’re evil.
Which one are you?
How dare you?
Just how dare you??
I want to cry with anger reading this post.
Let alone those beautiful girls families.
You skipped to Southport, lobbed a wreath in the direction of all the other tributes. Ran away and called everyone FAR RIGHT that were heartbroken, angry and scared for their own children.
You have caused the biggest divide this country has ever seen.
You locked people up for being angry and scared, some of which never came out alive.
You actively withheld information about that murderer and his family.
You knew the level of failure that led to that thing taking the lives of children and injuring many more.
You forbade any other MP to raise questions about that murderer or the situation.
You doubled down and blamed us!
Distraught mums and worried parents.
If it was possible to despise you anymore I do, having read this post.
Well well well, Sneaky Fucking, Emily Maitlis.
People who live in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones.
How very revealing.
You, the crown jewel of smug, privately educated metropolitan chic, built an entire career on the delicious pretence of fearless, impartial journalism, only to out yourself as one of the most sneering, silkily venomous partisan voices ever to infest British broadcasting.
How fucking tragic.
Oh darling, let’s drag your rancid carcass through the sewer of your so-called career, shall we?
One must admire the grotesque artistry of a woman who can perch so elegantly in a BBC studio, delivering what she imagines are masterclasses in emotional grandstanding and laser-guided selective outrage, most notoriously that vicious 2020 Newsnight monologue where you openly declared “Dominic Cummings broke the rules, the country can see that and it’s shocked the government cannot,” sparking over 23,000 complaints and forcing the BBC to rule you had breached impartiality, and more recently when you cornered Marjorie Taylor Greene at Mar-a-Lago, smugly prodding her about “Jewish space lasers” only to get bluntly told to “fuck off” for your trouble.
This is, after all, the same champagne-socialist, sneering metropolitan leftist who has spent years openly loathing Brexit, patriotism, and anyone gauche enough to have voted Leave. You treated half the country with the sort of withering contempt usually reserved for a waiter who brought the wrong vintage. A rude, sneering woman who clearly despises England and was never much of a lady, just a vicious professional scold in expensive shoes.
You didn’t report the news, Emily. You auditioned for the role of its self-appointed moral executioner. When Rupert Lowe, one of England’s finest gentlemen and truest patriots, dared to drag into the light the systematic rape, torture, drugging, and trafficking of hundreds of thousands of Britain’s own daughters by grooming gangs, you branded him a racist for the unforgivable crime of noticing. While he tried to expose the industrial-scale horror, you sat there downplaying it like a minor scheduling inconvenience, deflecting with cherry-picked statistics (“there are ten times as many white suspects!”) and reaching for the smear button with the frantic desperation of a crackhead chasing her next fix.
How very noble. How very BBC.
Bless your heart.
You eventually slunk out of the BBC under an avalanche of impartiality complaints, only to rebrand at LBC and the New Statesman, where the last polite restraints were gleefully incinerated in a bonfire of leftist virtue. There you peddle the same anti-British, hyper-metropolitan dogma with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer wrapped in a rainbow flag. The mask was never really there. Just a carefully applied layer of foundation over a seething ideological sneer that could curdle milk at fifty paces.
You absolute, rancid establishment whore of a woman. The British people have had more than enough of your poisonous, traitorous carcass. So do be a dear and slither back into whatever pathetic little sewer the BBC finally had the good sense to flush your toxic arse down.
Your time is over, Emily. The curtain has fallen, the lights are dead, and all that remains is the fading stench of your smug hypocrisy hanging in an empty studio that no one misses.
Whatever next?
Britain First. No Surrender. 🦁🇬🇧
In the Ministry of Truth’s endless rewrite of history, who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past. And with these badge-wearing Thought Police enforcers prowling the shadows, enforcing the Party’s iron grip through beatings and blackouts, who wouldn’t shudder in hatred at the vast, unblinking eye of the thin blue telescreen—thugs and tyrants one and all? Big Brother is watching, his boot forever stamping on a human face, clad in riot gear and malice.
@libsoftiktok It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy.
George Orwell - 1984
In the dim corner of the tavern, the foul trio held court: a sharp-tongued woman with venomous eyes, flanked by two leering men whose grins revealed yellowed teeth. Their cackling laughter slithered through the air like smoke, mocking every soul who dared pass, a chorus of fools reveling in their own cruel delight.
@GoodwinMJ “They’re court jesters. They’re entertainers. They’re public servants. They’re there to perform, to entertain, and then all of sudden, the jester, because he’s in the courtroom starts to be like: ‘I might want to go sit on the throne!’” Gabriel Basso.
Hannah Arendt observed something similar about totalitarian movements: they dismiss rational debate altogether, treating disagreements as beyond logic—rooted in some irreconcilable “deeper” conflict that reason can’t touch. It’s like arguing with people operating on a completely different moral and factual planet.
She analyzed how Nazi and Soviet regimes destroyed rational discourse, replacing it with ideological “logic” that made facts irrelevant and turned disagreements into existential threats from “objective enemies.”
Ah, the delicious irony: a Labour MP waxing philosophical about how “tinpot tyranny rises to the top” while sitting pretty in a government that’s busy proscribing protest groups as terrorists, postponing elections to dodge Reform wipeouts, quietly eroding jury trials, and defending every draconian anti-dissent law the Tories left behind—like they’re auditioning for the role of Franco’s understudy, but with worse suits and better PR.
It’s almost touching, this pondering of “how do we prevent it happening again?” Mate, start by looking in the mirror. The dull man isn’t in some dusty history book; he’s in No. 10, boring the nation into submission with five missions no one can remember, while quietly building the authoritarian toolkit for whoever comes next.
Fascinating stuff, really. Who knew the real curiosity of the human condition was how quickly yesterday’s opposition becomes today’s tinpot regime—complete with two-tier policing and a side of selective outrage? Keep reading those books, though; reality’s providing the sequel for free.