In the past year or so, I’ve been in regular contact with my daughter. To say she’s struggling is an understatement. No job (left school b4 finishing a-levels), can’t get a job for love nor money, and her mental health is in a tailspin 1/
My child was told by a counsellor at @GenderGP that they had gender dysphoria. Online, after 1 hour, with their dad, and without my knowledge. Diagnosed without any medical/psychiatric history, and without any medical notes from their GP. 1/
I am ok and I am so grateful for your support.
Just a reminder that no law and no amount of money can ever make a man become a woman.
I will never comply with a lie.
If you want to see witless, privileged, astonishingly hypocritical leftist women lost for words and unable to even look at the camera..... I suggest that if you only watch one video on X every year you watch this one. It is unmissably brilliant.
@SVPhillimore By that logic, I should announce myself as menopausal. Cos, y’know, a woman in her 50’s is - for the majority of us - going to be, but some people might not be able to tell… for others, the urge to give no fucks is as blatant as the man doing woman-face.
Rayner's £182,000 Masterclass In Hypocrisy
Angela Rayner spent years telling the country that MPs' second jobs were a racket. In March 2023 she wrote that being an MP "isn't a second job. It is the job." Labour, she promised, would put an end to the practice. Eighteen months later she resigned from Cabinet in disgrace over her own financial affairs. Within a year she had earned £182,376 from speeches, book advances and a severance payment she had no obligation to keep. Then she walked straight back into the job she had left.
The figures are not subtle. She earned £104,000 from speaking fees in ten months, on top of an MP's salary that rose to £98,599 in April. She took £61,500 as a book advance for a memoir about her own life. She kept a £16,876 exit payment while Wes Streeting, reappointed to Cabinet the same week, is serving his first three months for nothing.
One fee stands apart from the rest. Propertymark, a trade body representing the property sector, paid Rayner £20,000 for a two-hour speaking engagement. That is £10,000 an hour, from an industry lobby group, paid to a former Housing Secretary weeks before she was reappointed Housing Secretary. Nobody pays that rate for after-dinner charm. They pay it for access, and they got exactly what they paid for. This is not a speaking fee. It is a retainer with a lectern attached.
The woman collecting these cheques left the department with a housebuilding record to be ashamed of. Official figures published by the Ministry of Housing in November show England delivered 208,600 net additional dwellings in 2024-25, a fall of 6 per cent on the year before. New build completions dropped from 198,610 to 190,600. Labour's manifesto promised 1.5 million homes over the Parliament, a rate of 300,000 a year. Rayner delivered barely two-thirds of that. Housebuilding did not accelerate under her stewardship. It slowed.
She has an answer ready for all of it. The severance payment was earned, she told BBC Radio 5 Live, because she had genuinely left government for a period of time. That defence collapses under its own logic. The payment exists to cushion ministers against sudden unemployment. Rayner was not unemployed. She was the best-paid backbencher in Britain, drawing more from four speeches than most of her constituents earn in three years.
Joanna Marchong of the think tank Onward put it plainly: Rayner built her brand attacking Tory sleaze and demanding a ban on MPs' outside earnings, then pocketed £180,000 the moment the rules stopped applying to her. Lee Anderson called her year out a good little earner. Both are right, and neither goes far enough. The deeper failure sits in the housing numbers, where the gap between rhetoric and delivery is measured not in pounds but in homes that were never built.
Labour came to power promising a government that would look different from what came before it. Rayner's year off shows how quickly that promise curdles into the same old story: rules for the public, exemptions for the powerful, and a lobby group's cheque book standing in for genuine accountability. She missed her housing target by a third and was rewarded with reappointment. She broke her own stated principle on second jobs and was rewarded with £182,376. The voters who elected this government on a promise of change deserve to know that the change stopped at the Cabinet door.
"Rayner's year off shows how quickly that promise curdles into the same old story: rules for the public, exemptions for the powerful"
@sappholives83 I’ve watched this a few times. To me, this looks like an autistic man having a meltdown, he is clearly distressed. Are the police trained in de-escalation for neurodivergence? I don’t think the outcome would be different if they are, in this case, but he needs a lot of help.
A reminder that these people want to kill women like me simply because I'm a feminist, and because I want to preserve legal single sex spaces for women, free from biological men with male genitals.
A reminder that most Labour MPs would rather isolate and condemn women like me than support us.
A reminder that the *Women* and Equalities Select Committee has never, and will never hold an inquiry on the specific and open calls by men in balaclavas to kill women like me, a member of that committee.
A reminder that, while I am not allowed to walk to work alone, most Labour MPs think that the 'rights' of a few huge angry men who wish to occupy our spaces, and yell "punch a terf" outside my workplace, are more important than women like me.
A reminder that the Labour Party investigated and suspended women like me for liking tweets and championed the mediocre men who actively tried to have us barred.
A reminder that in 2026, this is still very much a world in which a few men are more important to most politicians than all women.
The person who was hurt the second most by my transition was my mother. She might not have physical scars, but I think they took pieces of her away when they medicalized me.
I feel so guilty for every time she was told to pretend that I wasn't her daughter, everytime she was gaslight for her grief. I will never forget the way she took care of me after my breasts were removed.
I was in pain and afraid in a hotel room, and she was there for me, showering me and cleaning me off, helping me when I couldn't lift my arms and do it myself. I know that must have nearly destroyed her. I wanted to be destroyed.
This ideology rips apart families. I wish I could go back and know what I know now.
Trans-identified men in Edinburgh are fortunate enough to be welcome at the Edinburgh Rape Crisis Centre, which was headed for a while by a trans-identified man who believed, and said publicly, that women who wanted a female-only service were bigots. That same rape centre admitted a male as a client because he called himself non-binary. The man was subsequently convicted for rape.
Beira’s Place was set up by me to provide women in Edinburgh and the Lothians with the female-only service they were being denied. Internal emails between ERRC staff were revealed during an unrelated court case, which showed them to be angry and dismayed that there was now an alternative service for women. One might have thought, reading those emails, that ERRC staff’s priority was the ideological conversion of rape survivors rather than the provision of a service that traumatised women required to feel safe after rape.
Beira’s Place has been exceptionally busy since it opened. We’ve taken on more staff and are currently looking for larger premises. We’ve helped women who’ve admitted that they didn’t want to use the alternative rape centre because of its very loud and public ‘trans women are women’ stance. We are also open to any and all trans-identified women who need support after rape.
In short, you’ll be relieved to hear that the trans-identified men for whom you feel such empathy and compassion aren’t losing out. It was biological women who were being shamed for their entirely legitimate desire for a male-free space. Apparently you’d have preferred that situation to continue, but I think you’ll find that most people, whether male or female, will see that as evidence of your cruelty, not mine.
THE DOSSIER #19: Emily Thornberry – The Sneer of Islington
Born Guildford 1960. Your father abandoned you at seven. Council estate poverty. Then the University of Kent. Gray's Inn. The barrister's escape route. You learned the law. You never learned humility.
Fabian Society member. Keynote speaker at their conferences in 2019, 2024, 2025. The same society that has shaped Labour's gradualist betrayal of the working class for over a century. Labour Campaign for Human Rights patron. Chatham House speaker. Vice Chair of the APPG on Sexual and Reproductive Health. National Security Strategy Committee. Liaison Committee. All the right credentials. All the wrong people.
Barrister at Tooks Chambers. Human rights law. Michael Mansfield's protege. You took the pay cut to become MP for Islington South and Finsbury in 2005. You have represented that constituency for twenty years. It remains one of London's most deprived. Your property portfolio is worth £4.6 million.
You campaigned for social housing. You introduced the Housing Association Bill to "empower tenants." Then you purchased a housing association property at auction. £572,000. A Georgian townhouse in Clerkenwell. You rented it to private tenants. Reportedly to your own parliamentary researcher. You sold it for profit. "Labour's queen of hypocrisy." You earned the title.
The White Van Man. November 2014. Rochester and Strood by-election. You photographed a house. Three England flags in the windows. A white Ford Transit on the drive. You tweeted it. No words needed. Your sneer was the caption. Dan Ware. A cage fighter. He had "not got a clue" who you were. He called you a "snob." Ed Miliband was "furious." You resigned as Shadow Attorney General within hours. You claimed you had "never seen anything like it." Working-class patriotism. Unfamiliar territory.
You altered an Electoral Commission press release in 2006. Inserted your own quote. Made it appear official. The Standards Commissioner found your actions "unwise and unfortunate." You faced no sanction. You never do.
Caroline Flint called you out in 2019. Alleged you called Brexit voters "stupid." You threatened defamation proceedings. Gave her hours to retract. Instructed solicitors. Talked tough to Sky News: "They can't make up shit about me." Then you abandoned the case. Empty threats. Your trademark.
You married Sir Christopher Nugee. Lord Justice of Appeal. Boris Johnson called you "Lady Nugee" in Parliament. The Speaker intervened. Called it "sexist." You reject the title publicly. You prefer the pretence of ordinariness. While living on Richmond Crescent. Same street as Tony Blair. Same day you both moved in. Your four-storey Victorian townhouse. £2.9 million. Plus the Guildford flat. Rental income over £10,000 a year. Working-class credentials. Pure theatre.
You wanted to be Labour leader in 2020. You considered it. You did not stand. You knew. You served Corbyn. You serve Starmer. You expected to be Attorney General. The real one. Not shadow. Starmer appointed Richard Hermer instead. You were "shocked and disappointed." The snub was public. The message was clear. Even your own party doubts you.
Now you chair the Foreign Affairs Select Committee. Leading the "Scandelson" inquiry into Mandelson. Aggressive oversight. The irony is geological. You who altered official documents. You who abandoned legal threats when challenged. You now sit in judgment.
They made you Dame Commander in 2025. DBE. For political service. The honour sits on your shoulders like a shroud. The working-class girl from the council estate who sneered at the England flag. Who profited from housing association property while preaching socialism. Who threatens lawsuits then runs. Who lives in £2.9 million splendour while her constituents queue for food banks.
You are not a champion of the people. You are a cautionary tale. The champagne socialist who forgot which glass was hers. Your White Van Man tweet defines you. Your housing hypocrisy buries you. Your Damehood is mockery.
You have no credibility. No authenticity. No political future worth speaking of. You gambled that class betrayal could be dressed in progressive language. You lost.
Your reputation is ash. Your conscience is a void. Your Damehood is groresque. Your career is a study in elite condescension.
Your betrayal of Britain is now complete. Permanent exile from public trust awaits. Congratulations. You are The Dossier.
Today the House of Commons debated a motion to cancel the planned puberty blockers trial.
We heard speech after speech by MPs articulating thoughtful, well-founded objections to the trial - ushered in by the impressive, detailed expert testimony by the consultant paediatrician Caroline Johnson MP.
Above all, many speakers said it was unacceptable to experiment on even more children before learning from the Data Linkage study of those who have already been subjected to these interventions.
Supporters of the trial countered with a medley of long-disproven claims and emotional anecdotes.
The emotional anecdotes carried the day. I’m sure someone is publishing the names of the MPs who made the most reprehensible speeches. Those who blatantly lied in support of this decision to use vulnerable children as guinea pigs in a trial that will tell us absolutely nothing need to be named and shamed.
Hilary Cass’s capitulation also played an ignominious role.
Many were appeasing the aggressive activists who would make their lives miserable if they departed from the set script.
What a shameful spectacle.
The EU has invited Taliban officials to Brussels to discuss a migration deal — and today I am shaken and deeply disturbed by this.
This is the same Taliban that banned girls from secondary schools and forced them into marriage. The same Taliban that, earlier this month, arrested dozens of women in Herat for how they were dressed. The same Taliban that detains, beats and executes women who dare to speak out or break their rules.
Through its system of gender apartheid, the Taliban have erased women and girls from public life. Europe must not legitimise a regime responsible for one of the worst human rights crises in the world.
Any engagement with the Taliban must begin and end with the rights of Afghan women and girls.
Listening to @PeterTatchell on @GBNEWS once again speaking utter medical nonsense. Let me correct you Peter;
1. Dose for precocious puberty lower and used for a medical condition which would have harmful effects if not treated
2. They are for the shortest possible time to allow puberty to go ahead as a benefit risk ratio in a medical condition.
3. The trial protocol says they will discuss egg and sperm freezing; pre-pubertal boys DO NOT HAVE SPERM TO FREEZE.
4. There are multiple decent trials that show these kids get osteoporosis after 2 years of use, height loss, fertility loss, IQ loss and more
5. 98% of them go on to cross sex hormones - it isn't a pause or time to think
6. Lots of decent evidence to say; let puberty commence and in up to 95% of these kids get through it and most are gay.
They are children; an 11 year old has no concept of any of these side effects that will affect them for life.
Peter Tatchell you should either go to medical school or back away from something you clearly don't understand.
If you want to summarise just how messed up the United Kingdom is in a single sentence:
The UK government believes that 11 year olds are too young to watch YouTube but old enough to block their puberty and render themselves infertile.
On March 31, 2010, a 13 yr old Muslim girl named Elham Mahdi al-Assi was forced into an arranged marriage with Abed al-Hikmi, age 23, in the Hajjah province of Yemen.
The first night, Elham resisted al-Hikmi’s sexual advances. On the second day, he visited a clinic in an effort to get some tranquilizers so that he could drug her into cooperating, but was refused.
That night, al-Hikmi tied Elham to the bed and raped her so brutally that the next day she was unable to walk. Dr. Fathiya Haidar, who worked at the clinic al-Hikmi grudgingly took her to, later told journalists that Elham had suffered “significant injuries,” and that she had ordered al-Hikmi to leave Elham alone for at least ten days.
It was an order that al-Hikmi ignored.
On 2 April, three days after her marriage, Elham Mahdi al-Assi died from severe internal bleeding. A post-mortem examination made it clear that al-Hikmi had raped her again after the visit to the clinic, even more violently than before.
International outcry was enormous, but as Yemeni law has no minimum age for marriage, and marital rape is perfectly legal, Elham’s rapist-husband was not charged with any crime. Yemeni leaders refused to implement any minimum age for marriage, saying that doing so would violate Sharia principles — and so of course it happened again.
In 2013, an 8 year old girl named Rawan was forcibly married to a 40 yr old man, also in Hajjah province. On the wedding night, he raped her so brutally that he ruptured her uterus. She was rushed to a clinic, but could not be saved, and died from shock and blood loss.
Again, international condemnation followed. The Yemeni government tried to deny that the girl had died, or that any wedding had taken place, but activists from the Yemen House of Folklore insisted that the events had occurred as reported.
The Yemeni government then tried to parade another girl in front of cameras, claiming that she was Rawan and was unharmed, but journalists and activists alike have stated that this was a sham. Once again, no one was arrested, and no charges were filed.
Elhan and Rawan were little girls. They deserved a chance to grow up, to become the women they were meant to be. Instead, their parents sold them off to be raped to death by grown men who had absolutely no business being anywhere near them.
The laws of Yemen are atrocious. Elhan and Rawan are not the only girls who have been raped to death. They’re just the only ones we’ve heard of.
And this, too, is Islam.
@DreyfusJames@JPMasters A bloke so crammed full of his own confirmation bias, that he feels the need to tell a woman that her view is wrong.
How unusual.