Dear Camilla Tomily,
Please could you remind Jeremy Hunt, who wishes to abolish the essential triple lock, that the state pension is a poverty level income, half the amount of the UK legal living wage and one of the lowest pensions in Europe.
Abolish Net Zero instead.
Little Lies?
Keir Starmer told a whopper, and this morning the calls for his resignation are growing louder.
A liar is not fit to be Prime Minister.
That’s why we’re leading the charge with the timely release of Brittle Lies (Feed Me Fries).
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Feeling lonely?
Voyager 1 is 25.4 billion km from Earth, drifting through interstellar space since 1977. Its radio signals take over 23 hours to reach us. And the nearest star on its path? It won't get close for another 40,000 years. Somehow that's comforting.
I was a kid when playing on the estate where I lived was the norm.
Summer was for riding my bike and playing in the garden.
A trip to the seaside was like a big lottery win.
I'd drink coke and eat crisps in the pub garden whilst my parents sometimes had a drink in a pub.
Sunday lunchtime was when we all sat around the dining table.
Saturdays meant a trip into town to do some shopping.
Television was worth watching.
There were very few cars parked in my street.
Doctors would make house calls.
No-one had a cheeseburger 🍔 delivered to their homes.
Music 🎶 was great.
I played football ⚽️ in the park with my brother.
We didn't carry knives with us when we went to school.
Fish and chips were affordable.
Newspapers were worth reading.
Cadbury's chocolate was delicious.
Easter didn't offend people.
Mail was delivered twice a day.
We said please and thank you.
CHAVS and hoodies didn't exist.
Money went further.
When it was hot outside it was because the sun was shining, and not global warming.
We put all of our rubbish in one metal dustbin.
Britain was British.
I could go on, but I think you get what I'm trying to say...
"Just grow crops on that land instead of raising cattle."
Right. Yes. Absolutely.
Have you been outside?
Not outside in a city. Outside outside. Countryside outside. Have you looked at what 65% of Britain's agricultural land actually looks like?
It looks like the side of a mountain in Snowdonia with soil the depth of a paperback novel and an annual rainfall that would make a rainforest feel overdressed.
It looks like the Scottish Borders at 400 metres elevation, where the wind comes in horizontal for nine months of the year and the frost doesn't fully leave until June.
It looks like the Devon coastline on 40-degree slopes where no tractor has ever successfully operated without becoming a story people tell in the village pub for generations.
It looks like the Brecon Beacons, where the peat bog comes to meet the acidic grassland and the nearest thing to an arable field is someone's daydream.
These are not fields that have been selfishly hoarded by farmers for cows while perfectly good crop-growing sits unused. These are fields where the cattle ARE the only possible food production. Where the grass grows because it evolved to grow there, and the cow eats it because it evolved to eat grass.
Plant quinoa in mid-Wales and it will stand briefly in the wind, look confused, and die. Plant wheat on a Cumbrian fell and the sheep will watch it fail with the quiet satisfaction of animals that know how this works.
The people saying "just grow crops instead" have confused a topographic map with a menu. The land does not offer what the spreadsheet requires. The cow is not blocking a better option. The cow IS the option.
It is, in fact, the ONLY option.
Go outside. Have a look. Bring a coat.
You have never occupied the exact same space twice.
The sun isn't a stationary campfire—it’s a bullet tearing through the Milky Way at 500,000 miles per hour, dragging our entire world into the unknown.
I am tired of having to download an app, create an account, confirm my email, set up a password that has at least 1 letter and 1 special character, enter the code sent to my email, for every single thing on God’s green earth, FUCK EVERY SINGLE COMPANY, AND YOUR STUPID CRAP!!!!!!!
Jeremy Paxman, our former Patron, is so right...
"This is a beautiful country. We treat it as if it were a rubbish dump. Travel any road in Britain and you'll see the evidence. Discarded packaging, cans & bottles everywhere. We used to be a nation of shopkeepers, we're not anymore, we’re a nation of litter louts".
Britain is filthy. Rubbish is everywhere. Drive anywhere, all you see is litter filling the sides of motorways. It's the same in parks. Any green space is just bursting with cans, crisp packets, bits of plastic. It is disgusting.
Clearly, people need to take responsibility and clean up their own filth. But we all know that isn't going to happen.
The solution?
If a healthy individual on benefits has refused work over and over, make them work. Litter picking, five days a week. Don't like it? No benefits.
Cut them off from their universal credit if they refuse.
It really is that simple. Provide a reasonable time period to find a job in the field they choose, but that cannot go on forever.
Can Britain afford to have millions of healthy Brits sitting on their arse all day doing sod all?
Obviously not. I say let's get them cleaning up Britain.
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