Starmer has just admitted he banned me and other commentators from traveling to the UK because we would “set back communities.” Yet mass third-world migration doesn’t bother him as it only sets back the one community he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about: the White native population.
A few reflections on our first week of inquiry hearings.
Firstly, and I’ll be entirely honest, it’s harder than I thought it would be.
I cannot adequately describe the evil that these girls have gone through. Rape doesn’t do it justice.
It’s torture, it’s abduction, it’s war.
What strikes me is the consistency of the testimonies. It’s the same playbook, almost every time. We suspect there is FAR more coordination than is currently understood. Far more. The same names come up, with the same tactics, in the same towns. They are organised. More organised than we know. It’s almost like a well-drilled army. And it continues today, make no mistake about that.
What’s so difficult is that the men use both physical and psychological torture to beat these girls into submission. They accept it. They believe it’s the right thing for them. That’s what makes it so wicked for families. Some have been fortunate, escaping or being extracted. But how many haven’t? How many remain trapped, today? Some even overseas. How many girls have been abducted to Pakistan?
Where honestly, the thought of their life there is too much to even start to comprehend.
One woman we spoke to was raped by 600 - 700 men in England. What would be happening to them there?
The systemic failures across the police, NHS, social care, local politics, councils - specific and brutal examples of how these officials just did not care. Even worse, actively enabled the rape.
Of course the girls hold such deep hatred for their rapists, but actually for many the true anger is aimed at the state. I understand that. These were the people tasked to defend them, and they failed in the most brutal way.
As I have said, we are identifying targets for private prosecutions and other legal action - this will cover the rapists, accomplices and public officials who deliberately turned the other way, or worse.
One message is clear - the Muslim community needs to do far more to root these people out. I don’t believe the reaction is anywhere near strong enough. We had one testimony this week of the imam being fully aware of what was happening, but did nothing. This comes up again and again. Nobody wants to say it, but it’s true. I want to see these so-called ‘community leaders’ very vocally act.
The vast scale of the rape is impossible to comprehend.
It was everywhere. It is everywhere.
These are just my thoughts, but everything will be put into a comprehensive report by our legal team.
It’s been a challenging week for the team, and I want to say thank you to all involved - particularly our safeguarding team who are working all hours to ensure the survivors have the support they need. Everything we are releasing has the full permission of the individuals involved, and we are taking absolutely zero risks with any release. The safety and wellbeing of the participants is our only priority.
Thank you to all of our donors who made this possible, and those who continue to give. It is appreciated. It will be well spent, I promise you that.
And to the survivors who have put themselves forward to stop the same fate happening to others - you’re doing more good than you will ever know.
@Ryan01020304061 Totally agree mate!! We had to pay £10 a ticket in the family stand only 15 years ago for our kids, we would probably be able to go 2-3 times a season now as a family.
I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.
Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.
Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.
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