Labour have put hundreds of people out of work as Denby Pottery closes down due to Ed Miliband's sky high energy prices and Rachel Reeves' employment tax rises. Labour won't stop destroying this country until everyone is out of work.
We Are Not Failing to Stop the Boats. We Are Choosing Not To
The small-boats crisis is no longer a failure of policy. It is a refusal to apply one. The British state knows how to stop these crossings. It chooses not to. Everything else is smoke, mirrors, and motion designed to disguise that fact.
We have paid France £480 million to help protect our border. Not symbolically. In hard cash, over a fixed period, for a stated purpose. A country does not hand over half a billion pounds unless it expects cooperation, and a country that accepts that money is, by definition, willing to help. Yet the boats still leave French beaches in broad daylight. They are tracked, filmed, and escorted across one of the most monitored stretches of water on earth before being delivered into Britain. That is not failure. It is consent dressed up as effort.
The missing step is obvious and never addressed. Cooperation is not the obstacle, so the answer is simple. Anyone intercepted in the Channel should be returned to French shores. No asylum claim. No processing theatre. No reward for illegal entry. The Royal Navy has the ships, the discipline, and the command structure to intercept safely and decisively, separating crews from passengers and enforcing a clear outcome. That single rule would end the trade overnight. Smugglers know it. Migrants know it. Ministers know it. Which is precisely why it is never applied.
Instead, we are offered distraction. Patrols that observe but do not enforce. Payments that continue regardless of outcome. And now, a new sleight of hand: China.
Keir Starmer's "landmark" deal with Beijing to share intelligence on Chinese engines is the latest attempt to move the argument anywhere except where it belongs. We are told that sixty per cent of the engines are Chinese, as if the nationality of an outboard motor explains why tens of thousands of people are delivered safely into Britain each year. It does not. Engines are replaceable. Routes are not. What makes the journey worthwhile is not the boat, but the guarantee of arrival.
If every Chinese engine vanished tomorrow, the crossings would continue. Different engines. Different suppliers. Same beaches. Same outcome. Because the policy signal remains unchanged: reach British waters and you will be brought ashore. That is not border control. It is assisted entry with uniforms and paperwork attached.
This is why the Royal Navy is kept at arm's length. Not because it lacks ships or skill, but because once interception becomes enforcement, the question of return can no longer be dodged. And once that question is answered honestly, the entire performance collapses.
Calling this problem "complex" insults the public. The solution already exists. It is not applied because the outcome is tolerated. The £480 million paid to France is not buying deterrence. It is buying plausible deniability. The China deal is not smashing gangs. It is smothering scrutiny.
And while this theatre continues, the cost is not abstract. It is paid in pressure on housing, policing, and public trust. It is paid in the erosion of social cohesion. And it is paid most heavily by women and girls, who are asked to absorb the risks of a system that refuses to enforce its own borders while insisting everything is under control.
Everyone can see this now. The pretence is threadbare. Yet the government persists with the lie, because admitting the truth would require doing the one thing it will not do.
The boats keep coming not because we cannot stop them, but because we choose not to.
"The Royal Navy has the ships, the discipline, and the command structure to intercept safely and decisively, separating crews from passengers and enforcing a clear outcome."
Two days after Henry died Hampshire Police secretly recorded Digwa in a police van speaking Punjabi to his brother. Digwa admitted stabbing Henry. Discussed claiming self defence. Made zero mention of racial abuse. Not one word.
Hampshire Police had that tape.
They knew Digwa was lying about the racist attack. They had the evidence. They had his own words and then tried to smear Henry as the aggressor anyway.
Three days after his death their statement read “it was reported two men had been assaulted by an unknown man.” Henry was the unknown man. The boy bleeding out on the street. They flipped it.
Family complained. Statement changed. Then police told the family their NEXT update would again infer Henry was the initial aggressor. His family had to fight them a second time. While grieving their murdered son.
Then during the trial Hampshire tried to issue a statement telling the public to stop talking about it online. Calling it disinformation. The CPS had to step in. Told them they were about to collapse their own murder case.
This is the force that handcuffed a dying boy. Missed the murder weapon twice. Had a secret tape proving the killer lied. And still tried to bury Henry's name.
That's not incompetence. That's a machine protecting itself. At the expense of a dead boy's reputation and three officers are still on active duty. Not suspended. Treated as witnesses. To their own actions.
Hampshire Police didn't just fail Henry on that street. They kept failing him for six months after he died.
- @Banksycat
Just so you know.
Boomers didn't have fast food. Except fish and chips.
Boomers didn't have ready meals. Except Vesta beef curry. Look it up.
Boomers didn't have colour TVs, front loading washing machines, central heating or holidays abroad.
Boomers didn't have babymoons or baby showers nor did they go on stag or hen weekends.
Boomers didn't go to restaurants. Except on birthdays.
Boomers didn't have new clothes every year, every season. They made do and mended.
But Boomers had a fabulous time in the 1960s to 1980s because people were friendly, respectful, dignified and hardworking. Boomers also had law and order and a judiciary who punished ALL criminals.
Boomers were happy with their lot.
Yes. I'm a Boomer.
Just so you know.
A foreign billionaire just did the job the entire British press wouldn't.
@elonmusk asked the question every newsroom in this country should have been screaming for months. Who are the officers that handcuffed a dying boy and let him bleed out in the street? Who are they, and why are they still in a job?
Not the BBC. Not Sky. Not GB News. A bloke in Texas with no stake in this country.
They had the story. They let it die. He picked it back up, called it unconscionable, and offered to fund a wrongful death lawsuit.
The answer to his question? Silence. Still.
This is Henry Nowak. First year student. Walking home from a night out with his football team. A wounded teenager telling officers he couldn't breathe, and the response was handcuffs, not an ambulance.
A boy dies like this on a British street and it should never have left the front page. It should have been the reckoning that didn't stop until someone answered for it. Instead it took a man who owes us nothing to drag it back into the light.
Not one officer named. Not one suspended. The watchdog is investigating now, and only now, because the pressure came from a website and not a single news desk in this country.
Ordinary people never needed permission to care. They raised over £40,000 for Henry at a charity football match in his memory. That is the Britain that still has a pulse. The one that doesn't wait to be told who's allowed to matter.
When the richest man on earth has to do your journalism for you, what exactly is the British press for?
So let me ask you the question they wouldn't. Did you see Henry's name on the news? Or did you have to find it here?
Henry Nowak. 18 years old. Walking home. He should have made it.
A farmer dies in April 2026.
His son inherits the farm. The farm has been in the family since 1847.
The farm consists of: 300 acres of grazing pasture, a farmhouse built in 1892, a barn, a milking parlour, two tractors of varying ages, a Land Rover that runs about 70% of the time, and a herd of 180 Hereford-cross cattle.
On paper, the farm is worth approximately £3.2 million. This is because land near him has been bought recently by a London hedge fund looking for carbon credits, which has dragged the comparable value of every field within forty miles upward to a number nobody local can justify.
In cash, the farm produces a profit of about £28,000 a year in a good year. In a bad year it loses money. The son also works as a fencing contractor three days a week to keep the operation viable.
The inheritance tax bill on a £3.2 million estate, even at the reduced 20% rate, comes to approximately £140,000 after the increased threshold is applied. The son does not have £140,000. The son has never had £140,000. The son has £4,200 in his current account and an overdraft.
The son sells 60 acres to a developer to pay the tax. The developer puts solar panels on the 60 acres. The remaining herd cannot be sustained on the reduced land. The herd is sold. The barn becomes a holiday let.
A different family eats Brazilian beef this Christmas without knowing why the price went up.
The Treasury collects £140,000.
The land never produces British food again.
COVID changed my worldview permanently.
Nearly six years after COVID began, not one world leader has seriously examined what the vaccines did to the people they harmed.
Not one investigation. Not one parliamentary inquiry with genuine teeth. Not one head of state who has stood at a podium and said, we owe the injured an honest accounting and we are going to provide it.
The silence is universal. And it is coordinated in a way that individual negligence cannot explain.
This is the observation that matters most to me, more than any document, more than any leaked communication, more than any specific piece of evidence. Because the behaviour of every major government simultaneously tells you something that the individual pieces cannot tell you alone.
Genuine public health emergencies produce genuine review. What worked. What did not. Who was harmed and how. That is what accountable institutions do.
What we have instead is a wall.
And on the other side of that wall, the vaccine injured, still without diagnostic codes, still without compensation, still without the basic acknowledgment that what happened to them was real.
While Long COVID is promoted heavily by the same governments and the same media that will not ask a single honest question about the injections. The parallel presentations. The overlapping symptoms. The convenient framing that points everywhere except at the product.
The universal silence of world leaders on vaccine injury is not the behaviour of people who have nothing to hide.
It is the behaviour of people who have collectively decided that the cost of honesty exceeds the cost of continued silence.
That decision is itself the answer.
Muslims all over Europe are freaking out after Sweden made a historic and courageous decision: it will no longer use the term “Islamophobia,” coined by the Muslim Brotherhood, because it is a politically manipulated concept aimed at silencing criticism of Islam.
Swedish Foreign Minister Maria Malmer Stenergard announced that her government will push the European Union and the United Nations to stop using this fraudulent term.
The concept of “Islamophobia” was deliberately designed to equate legitimate criticism of Islamic doctrine with racism. It was weaponized to shut down discussion about core Islamic texts containing commands to wage war, rape, and subjugate non-Muslims.
Sweden just recognized what millions of Europeans already know: criticizing a religion that openly calls for the murder and sexual enslavement of non-believers is not a phobia, but basic common sense and self-preservation.
This is a massive blow to the Islamist lobby across Europe.
Do you agree with Sweden’s decision?
A minimum wage of £15 would end my coffee shop, it would have to close, as would many other businesses.
I’ll explain for the economically illiterate.
Staff costs are currently half our costs, a £15 minimum wage is actually more than £15 an hour for the company, because you have to add:
- 12.07% holiday
- Sick pay
- Maternity pay if and when required
- National insurance
- Pension contributions
These costs would mean the shop loses money because remember, energy costs are up, rates are up, regulations are up.
Now you can pass these costs onto the consumer - that would mean charging a lot more for coffee, people won’t pay it. The likes of Starbucks and Costa can, because they have economies of scale. The independent doesn’t.
Now the little socialist will say well this is your fault, if you can’t run a business that can afford to pay its staff properly, but the little socialist has never run a business and does not understand the dynamics.
Now I could pay some staff off and fill those hours myself or reduce us to one staff member during certain periods - but this proves the point that a minimum wage costs jobs.
There was a time when these jobs were done by kids, perhaps on the weekend, paid a lower wage, no holiday and no silly employment rights. Perhaps they were even paid cash. The dynamic worked and small businesses like this could operate. It was also a great first job. Sadly now it isn’t worth employing entitlement youngsters at this level of pay.
So alas, I don’t need the stress, the business would close, a number of jobs would be lost.
Economics is about understanding these dynamics, no vibes.
The cost of living is not solved through passing on inflation to the business, it is solved by ending high inflation and creating prosperity. This is what socialists don’t understand, they can’t create prosperity, they can only destroy it.
Today my brother teacher @EnochBurke went before a disciplinary appeal panel.
He was suspended from his job and jailed after refusing to accept transgenderism.
What took place today was shocking.
➡️ By law the panel is to be an “informal hearing”.
➡️ When he arrived he was confronted by a top Employment Barrister as well as a Solicitor from a major Dublin law firm.
➡️The lawyers were acting for the school.
➡️ The presence of lawyers at such an appeal is contrary to law and to Department of Education procedures for dealing with appeals.
➡️ Enoch objected to the presence of these lawyers.
➡️ The Chair of the Disciplinary Appeals Panel, Claire Callanan said to Mr Burke: “We may be wrong and you may be right but we are going ahead nonetheless.”
➡️ When Enoch continued to object, he was removed by prison guards.
➡️ When members of his family who were present objected, they were removed by police.
➡️ Enoch Burke was taken back in a prison van to Castlerea prison.
This is an utterly appalling and unbelievable travesty of justice.
BREAKING: Enoch Burke’s mother and sister arrested and jailed
Martina and Ammi Burke were arrested by Gardaí today at Castlerea Prison after visiting jailed schoolteacher Enoch Burke, their son and brother.
Judge Brian Cregan sentenced them to two weeks in prison after they spoke out against his lies and unlawful actions in the case of Enoch Burke.
Martina and Ammi Burke had been teaching in Castlebar this morning before travelling to Castlerea for their scheduled visit at 2.15pm.
As they left the prison after concluding the visit, Gardaí were waiting outside to arrest them.
Lies have been told from the bench since September 2022 when Enoch Burke was first taken from his teaching post at Wilson’s Hospital School and thrown into a jail cell.
He refused to call a student by a new name and the “they” pronoun. He was subsequently suspended and has now spent over 600 days in prison.
Ireland’s church leaders have maintained a treacherous silence on this issue. Archbishops Eamon Martin and John McDowell speak frequently about battlefields far away - Gaza, Ukraine, the Middle East - but are silent on the battlefields in the schools of Ireland, on their own doorstep. Children in the classroom are being educated in every form of sexual perversion.
Martina and Ammi Burke have now been sent to Mountjoy Women’s Prison because they refused to be silent in the face of gross injustice from the bench.
Parents, rise up and speak out for your sons and your daughters.
For the last 14 months, I've been confined to a world that's shrunk to the size of my bedroom, unable to walk far or venture out. My life has become a series of small, cautious steps just to keep my body from seizing up entirely.
Life? That's a distant memory, even as a passenger; the road is no longer my path to explore.
I'm haunted by my vaccine injury which causes episodes that mimic ischemic strokes—sudden, terrifying. My esophagus and larynx spasm, hypercranial tension, sinus swelling, occipital and trigeminal neuralgia stealing my breath away, forcing me to lie down and focus every ounce of my being on calming my body. This ordeal repeats 3-4 times daily, a relentless cycle. And that’s just a small portion of the symptomatic.
Cant work anymore. Can’t do groceries, can’t go for walks longer than a quarter mile mostly less,
can’t help my family and friends, can’t drive a car, I pretty much can’t do anything more. Eating is a battle due to the swallowing issues and massive muscular decline in my jaw and face muscles. Breathing is also a big issues due to my paralysed diaphragm.
2024 has been a brutal chapter, isolating me from both my life and society, all because of a vaccine injury. Yet, the story isn't over; we press on.
Before this confinement, my life was a globe-trotting adventure, with over 100 countries stamped in my passport.
Now, stepping outside my front door feels like a small victory, a moment to be grateful for.
As we approach Christmas, I wish you warmth, joy, and the company of loved ones. May God be with you.
In the depths of despair, there's always a flicker of light, a whisper of hope.
I pray that 2025 brings an end to our suffering or ushers in a brighter future.
It seems only God can save us now, as doctors, government, friends, and even family have drifted away, their concern fading.
I understand their distance; being a burden is a role no one aspires to play.
Miss the Good Old Days 2019.
Used to run and walk miles and miles in nature.
Ah, the Good Old Days of 2019, when I could lose myself in nature, running and walking for miles on end, free and invigorated.
Then came July 21st, 2021, the day of my vaccination and everything changed. Since then, over three years have passed in what I call Doctor Misery, witnessing a relentless decline in my physical and neurological well-being.
It's been a long, arduous battle from that day to this, December 22nd, 2024, and I know the struggle will persist.
Sadly, there's been little to no help or support along this journey. Yet, what truly matters is that our stories are being shared, our voices heard.
Peace be with you!
BREAKING: Shocking scenes as Enoch Burke denied justice and forced out of Appeal Hearing by prison officers
Enoch Burke’s mother Martina Burke and brother Dr Isaac Burke were also removed by police.
At the start of the Disciplinary Appeal Panel hearing, which is by law an “informal” hearing, Enoch Burke objected to the presence of a top Employment Barrister as well as a Solicitor from a major Dublin law firm.
Despite Enoch Burke’s repeated objections, the Chair of the Disciplinary Appeals Panel, Claire Callanan said to Mr Burke: “We may be wrong and you may be right but we are going ahead nonetheless.”
Barrister Barra Faughnan BL and Solicitor Fiona Sheil of Mason Hayes & Curran Solicitors were acting for Wilson’s Hospital School at the hearing in Athlone today.
The presence of lawyers at such an appeal is contrary to settled law and Department of Education procedures for dealing with appeals.
Enoch Burke has now spent over 650 days behind bars after refusing to use they/them pronouns for a student.
These are the third Disciplinary Appeal Panel proceedings in relation to Enoch Burke that have ended in shambles.
The man who went viral for carrying his corgi in a backpack is now using the same idea to help rescue dogs get noticed—toting them around to boost their chances of adoption.
📹 kittytime
Three illegal immigrants have been found guilty of gang raping a British woman on a beach in Brighton.
They brutally raped her while filming and calling her a "Dirty b****".
At one point, one of the rapists grabbed hold of her face, forced open her mouth and spat in it while encouraging his friends to do the same.
The victim said: "I was begging them to stop and they wouldn't. Every time I close my eyes I can see them laughing at me. They thought it was funny. My skin crawls because of what they did. They're evil and they've ruined my life."
She may never recover from this trauma.
This is what the British government has done to the women of this country.
There needs to be a reckoning.
Dry dripping on bread, with a pinch of salt, was, for approximately four hundred years, one of the most common things a British child ate when he came in from school.
The dripping was what was left in the pan after the Sunday roast. Beef fat, mostly, sometimes with a dark jelly at the bottom where the juices had settled. Your mother spooned it into a white enamel bowl, covered it with a plate, and kept it on the cold shelf in the pantry. It lasted a week. Sometimes two. It fried the Monday bubble and squeak, the Tuesday eggs, the Wednesday onions. On Thursday afternoon, before it ran out, you got a slice of bread spread with the stuff, a pinch of salt cracked on top, and that was tea.
It was a treat. It was also just food. A child in 1930 would have looked at you blankly if you had suggested that beef dripping on bread was in any way remarkable. It was what was in the bowl. It was free. It tasted of Sunday lunch three days later.
Beef dripping is approximately 50% monounsaturated fat, 40% saturated fat, and carries the fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E, and K from the pasture the cow grazed on. The cow ate grass. The grass had been growing on British soil since the end of the last Ice Age. The fat was the end product of ten thousand years of continuous ruminant grazing. A slice of bread and dripping delivered, for roughly the price of the bread, a dose of fat-soluble vitamins and usable calories that the rest of the British afternoon was going to need.
Nobody got heart disease from bread and dripping. The British cardiovascular mortality rate of 1930, when almost every family ate dripping several times a week, was a fraction of what it is now. The British obesity rate of 1930 was essentially zero. The British type 2 diabetes rate was so low that the Royal College of Physicians considered the condition a medical curiosity.
Then the dripping was quietly removed.
First by margarine, invented in 1869 by a French chemist trying to feed the army, mass-marketed in Britain after the First World War as a modern, clean, scientific alternative to animal fat. Then by Crisco-style vegetable shortenings in the 1930s. Then, decisively, from the 1960s onwards, by the dietary advice that saturated animal fat caused heart disease. The advice was wrong. The research behind it was flawed, selectively published, and in some cases deliberately manipulated. The corrections have been appearing in the peer-reviewed literature for thirty years. The public-health guidelines have not been updated.
Bread and dripping was replaced, in the British kitchen, by margarine on bread. Then by low-fat spread on bread. Then by skimmed-milk spread on industrially processed bread from the Chorleywood process. Then by a plastic tub of something labelled "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter," made from a blend of palm oil, rapeseed oil, emulsifiers, and flavouring, spread on a slice of Kingsmill so pale and so soft it could be balled up in one hand.
The cardiovascular disease rates climbed through the same decades.
The obesity rates climbed through the same decades.
The type 2 diabetes rates went from medical curiosity to national crisis through the same decades.
The fat your great-grandmother scraped out of the Sunday roast pan and spread on her child's tea was never the problem. The problem was what replaced it. Industrial seed oil, chemically extracted from seeds using hexane solvent, deodorised, bleached, and sold in a plastic bottle as a health food. A substance no human population had consumed in meaningful quantities before 1910, and which now makes up roughly 20% of the total calories in the average British diet.
The dripping bowl on the cold shelf was a complete piece of nutritional engineering, evolved over centuries, running on the natural waste stream of the Sunday roast, costing nothing, delivering real nutrients, and causing none of the conditions it was eventually blamed for.
It was thrown out of the British kitchen on the basis of a mistake.
The mistake has never been corrected.
The bowl is still at your grandmother's house, probably, at the back of a cupboard, unused since about 1985.
The cow that built Britain is still in the field.
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60 years ago, a Labour government killed their pets and forcibly removed the Chagossians from their islands. Today, another Labour government is trying to force them out again.
After losing in court last month, Keir Starmer’s government is now blocking even basic support reaching them, including donated supplies like these. These are British citizens. They want to remain British. They want their islands to remain British. They deserve better than this. Don’t just scroll past this.
Write to your MP. Share this. Ask questions. Because this is happening right now.
IRELAND IS IN FULL REVOLT
Thousands of truckers, farmers and business owners just shut down the country over the government’s INSANE fuel taxes and Carbon Tax GRIFT.
The FRAUDULENT Green Agenda is destroying their livelihoods.
THE IRISH PEOPLE ARE DONE.
This is Walker Smith.
After dedicating 17 years to Waitrose, he was recently dismissed.
The reason? For attempting to stop a shoplifter nicking Easter eggs.
Yes you read that right. He should be applauded, not sacked.
Shameful @waitrose. Re-employ Walker Smith!