3️⃣POLICY PURGE
On 25th March Restore quietly scrubbed policy on closing migrant hotels, leaving the ECHR and much more from their website.
After being exposed, they rushed to stitch bits back, but much remains missing/watered down.
No official explanation given. ...3/5🧵
I used to respect you Rupert.
Restore have never wanted anything to do with this area. But now someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth is trying to lie about the only working class local man in the race.
I want net negative immigration.
@MelJStride Ridiculous thing to say when they haven’t been in Gov yet. The facts are we KNOW Conservatives aren’t top notch when it comes to ’sums’. If they were we wouldn’t have been subjected to high taxes & debt. 🙄
Delighted to host @ZiaYusufUK@reformparty_uk for a major address in Washington, DC this Thursday.
Saving Britain, Saving the West - Our Last Chance
via @Heritage
https://t.co/HFQBMjjpH0
Remarkable story in Telegraph revealing just how useless recent Tory governments were:
A secret Whitehall report found that more than £28bn in foreign aid and Covid-19 loans was handed to terrorists, hostile states and gangsters!
The misappropriation of taxpayer funds from 2015 to 2021, includes millions sent to the Islamic State and Russia.
Those responsible remain unpunished and the dossier was buried to spare official embarrassment.
THE DOSSIER #8: Andy Burnham MP – The Corpse of the North
Born Liverpool 1970. Father a BT engineer. Mother a GP receptionist. Then Fitzwilliam College, Cambridge. The elite's finishing school. You have never worked outside politics. Not one day.
Researcher for Tessa Jowell. MP for Leigh 2001-2017. Secretary of State for Health. You failed at every level. You failed upward. You always do.
You lost your seat in 2017. The working-class town rejected you. The "man of the people" too posh for his own people.
Now Mayor of Greater Manchester. The "King of the North." The man who would be Prime Minister.
You want the Labour leadership? You have tried twice. 2010. You came fourth. Eliminated with ten percent. 2015. You launched your bid in an accountancy firm linked to tax avoidance. You attacked the mansion tax as "spiteful." You abstained on Tory benefit cuts. You lost to Jeremy Corbyn. You cannot even win your own party.
You slammed "indefensible" waste on NHS consultants in opposition. Then you tripled spending to £27 million per year as Mayor. While working-class girls were raped, tortured, murdered. While they were called prostitutes by the authorities you controlled. While they begged for help. You spent millions on consultants.
You lent public money to a property tycoon. No full checks. He built luxury apartments. Working-class families slept on streets. You promised to end such arrangements. You lied. You always lie.
But here is your extinction. Here is what ends you forever.
Mid Staffordshire. You were Health Secretary when the scandal broke. Hundreds dead. Patients drinking water from vases. Left unwashed in their own filth. You resisted a full public inquiry. You delayed. You obfuscated. Whistleblower Julie Bailey called you "grossly unsuitable." She said you were "incompetent or negligent." The Francis Report exposed the rot on your watch.
Maggie Oliver. The whistleblower who exposed the Rochdale grooming gangs. She came to you. She warned you. She gave you the evidence. Industrial-scale rape. Torture. Trafficking. Working-class girls, twelve years old, called prostitutes by Greater Manchester Police. Raped repeatedly. Tortured. Murdered. Their families ignored. Evidence destroyed. Complaints buried.
Maggie Oliver said you "turned away" from victims. She said you "did not grasp the nettle." She resigned over your handling of the Oldham inquiry. You had the evidence. You had the warnings. You did nothing. The girls suffered. The girls died. You were Mayor.
Under your watch, Greater Manchester Police abandoned one in five reported offences. Domestic abuse victims. Working-class women. No investigations. No safeguarding. No justice. They called for help. You were too busy being King. Too busy planning your PM bid. Too busy spending £27 million on consultants while children were raped.
You preach about the NHS while your Labour government started the privatization. Section 75. Competitive tendering. The market devouring public health. You built the machine you now pretend to oppose. The hypocrisy is surgical.
You want to be Prime Minister. Labour blocked your MP bid. You called it "an insult to people's intelligence." The insult, Andy, is you. The Cambridge-educated "man of the people" who failed the people. The King of the North who could not protect the North's daughters. Who turned away. Who did nothing. Who spent millions on consultants while children were raped.
You have no seat. No hiding place. No sanctuary. You gambled that we would forget the girls called prostitutes while they suffered. You gambled that time would erase your cowardice. You lost.
You are not a king. You are a caretaker of carnage. You are not a leader. You are a liability. You are not the future of Labour. You are its shame. You are its corpse.
Your reputation is ash. Your conscience is a void. Your ambition is grotesque. Your career is over.
Your betrayal of Britain is now complete. Permanent exile awaits. Congratulations. You are The Dossier.
November 1971. Chiswick, West London.
Erin Pizzey is 32 years old. She is not a lawyer. Not a politician. Not a doctor.
She is a woman who talked Hounslow Council into lending her a cold, rundown building on Belmont Road — a former community hall — for almost nothing. Her original plan was modest. A warm room. A cup of tea. Somewhere for mothers with young children to simply get out of the house.
Then the door opened.
A woman stood in the entrance. She was covered, head to foot, in bruises. She was holding two small children. She was shaking.
She didn't want tea.
She needed somewhere to hide.
Erin let her in. She didn't turn her away. She didn't tell her to call the police.
Because Erin had already called the police. They told her the same thing they told every woman in Britain at the time: they could not enter a private home over a "domestic dispute." That was the law. The home was private. What happened inside it was a family matter.
When Erin contacted a female civil servant to report what she was seeing, the response was astonishing. The woman told her flatly: "There wasn't a problem of battered wives until you made one."
Erin put down the phone. Then she went back to her residents and made sure they were fed.
Within weeks, 40 mothers and children were sleeping in four tiny rooms. No funding. No staff. No legal authority.
She didn't stop.
By 1973, word had spread through quiet whisper networks — one woman telling another, "There is a place. Go to Chiswick. She won't turn you away." That same year, Erin hosted the first National Women's Aid Conference in the UK. Women from across Britain arrived, and they all recognized the same thing at once: what she had built needed to exist everywhere.
In 1974, the council set a maximum of 36 residents. At peak times, 150 women and children were living inside those walls — sleeping on floors, on chairs, in hallways. The building smelled of cooking, fear, and something else entirely: relief.
Erin was taken to court for overcrowding. She appealed all the way to the House of Lords.
She kept the doors open the entire time.
That same year, she wrote a book. Scream Quietly or the Neighbours Will Hear. It was the first published account of domestic violence in British history. It used real stories from real women inside the shelter. Overnight, a problem that had no official name was on front pages from London to New York.
The movement spread. Refuges opened across the UK. Then Australia. Then Canada. Then the United States. The pattern she created in four small rooms in West London — no blueprint, no permission, no funding — had been replicated in hundreds of shelters across the Western world.
MP Jack Ashley stood up in Parliament and said: "It was she who first identified the problem, who first recognised the seriousness of the situation and who first did something practical."
She was ranked 14th in a poll of the 100 women who shook the world. She was awarded the Italian Peace Prize. She received a CBE. The charity she founded — Chiswick Women's Aid, which became Refuge — grew into the largest domestic violence charity in the United Kingdom, with over 460 employees and an annual income of more than £33 million.
Erin Pizzey passed away on October 4, 2025, aged 86.
She never stopped.
It all began with one woman, one borrowed building, and an absolute refusal to say no.
Forty women and children showed up with nowhere to go.
She made room.
Share this if you believe one ordinary person, refusing to look away, can build a shelter that holds the whole world.
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@kezia_noble Yep! Did same thing when I was young, naive & knew zero ab politics & its impact on our lives/Country. When I changed I thought “What would my parents say?” Then I knew they would change too. I took control of my vote as Lab/Con now realise. Loyalty to party is a two way street👍
@ArchRose90@jolomoct People like this shouldn’t be in public service if they can’t make up their mind which party they want to align with. I can understand leaving once, but this in, out & in again isn’t fair to those who elected him.
Enjoyed this lecture on Real Conservatism (TM) from the party that liberalised divorce and abortion, opened the borders, closed police stations, crippled the economy with Net Zero and planning nonsense, did nothing to restore free speech, and decimated the armed forces.
@LiamDeacon@lindseyjacks67 There lies the problem. He doesn’t think. He doesn’t care. It’s all about feeding his very hungry ego. That’s what narcissists do. It’s a game.
I genuinely can't fathom a mindset that watched the Henry Nowak video, and then thought 'let's ignore all that and have a pop at Farage instead'. Utterly disturbing.