Andy Burnham’s Manchester Record
• Blocked Palantir
• Brought Buses under Public Control
• Halved Rough Sleeping
• Forfeited £150,000 of his salary
• Signed Green New Deal
• Increased Social Rental Housing
• Capped the £2 bus fare
• WHO award for 1st UK age-friendly city
Claire Kerrison was arrested at 4:33am from her Brighton home for sending emails concerning 'israel's' genocide in Gaza to her MP Peter Kyle.
Four police officer raided her home on 17 June 2025. They seized her electronics. Held her for over eight hours with no one knowing where she was. Released her on strict bail. Charged her in late 2025 under the Communications Act.
The case dragged on for a full year. She faced multiple court hearings including not-guilty pleas.
The emails were described by those who read them as articulate and non-abusive— simply expressing horror at events in Gaza.
The man who triggered the police complaint? Her own constituency MP, Peter Kyle:
- Britain's trade minister responsible for arms exports to 'israel'.
- Long standing member and previous vice-chair of Labour Friends of 'israel'
Kyle has been accused of breaching the Ministerial Code by failing to declare his LFI membership in the official List of Ministerial Interests for 18 months despite the clear conflict.
The case was finally dismissed yesterday, with costs awarded to Claire Kerrison.
This is why British politicians who are paid/influenced by the 'israel' lobby must be banned from public office.
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🚨🗣️New: Thierry Henry reacts to the USA vs Paraguay stoppage for TV commercials:
“I’ve spent my entire life in this beautiful game — as a player at the highest level, as a fan, and now as someone who analyses it every week — and what unfolded during that USA versus Paraguay match left me deeply frustrated. The fourth official standing there on the touchline, arm raised high, instructing the referee to hold the restart… not for any injury, not for tactical reasons, and not even primarily for player hydration in that scorching heat. No. It was because the broadcast team hadn’t finished airing all their commercials. That’s not football. That’s a television show pretending to be a World Cup match.
The beautiful game is being strangled by greed. Players are out there in the heat, ready to restart, momentum building like a storm about to break — and we pause everything so the sponsors can cash in. It’s like stopping a symphony mid-crescendo because the advertisers want their jingle heard. Football didn’t conquer the world by turning into American sports with endless timeouts and ad breaks. We had rhythm, flow, emotion that flowed like a river. Now? It’s dammed up for dollars.
This isn’t about hydration or player welfare anymore — it’s a slippery slope where the soul of the game is sold piece by piece. Fans deserve better. Players deserve better. The referee on that pitch looked like a puppet on strings controlled from some broadcast truck. Enough is enough. We need to protect what made this sport the greatest on Earth before it disappears completely.”
The World Cup should be football’s cathedral. Instead, we’re turning it into a shopping mall with a pitch in the middle.
And here’s the question nobody wants to answer: if the fourth official is waiting for commercials, then who is really running the game? FIFA? The referee? Or the broadcasters?
Because the moment football starts asking advertisers for permission before asking the players, you’ve crossed a line.
The World Cup is supposed to be the showcase of football. Not the showcase of who paid the most for airtime.”
When Bobby Robson finished his last chemotherapy session in 2007, Dr Ruth Plummer pulled him to one side at the Freeman Hospital in Newcastle.
Bobby thought it was going to be about his health.
Instead, Ruth wanted to talk to him about something else.
Her department was too old.
There was a new Early Cancer Trials Unit being planned at the Northern Centre for Cancer Care, three times bigger than what they already had, with a proper laboratory, modern equipment and room for clinical trials.
But there was one problem.
They did not have the money to kit it out.
So Ruth asked Bobby if he knew anybody who might help.
Bobby went home and spoke to his wife Elsie.
The next day, they started making calls.
Very quickly, what had started as a quiet conversation with Ruth had turned into a committee.
Then the idea came up.
Use Bobby’s name.
He was not comfortable with that at first.
He did not want a charity built around himself.
But the others told him it would open doors, and once Bobby agreed to it, there was no going halfway.
The Sir Bobby Robson Foundation was born.
At the first meeting with the hospital, Don Robson got straight to the point.
How much money was needed to get started?
£500,000.
And Ruth needed it by the summer of 2008 because she wanted the facility running by October.
That was when Bobby knew what he had walked into.
“There could be no slowing down, no pulling out, no getting halfway down the road and turning back.”
The original plan had been simple enough.
Bobby would lend his name, act as a figurehead, and stay in the background.
It did not work out like that.
He went to the meetings.
He did the interviews.
He kept going even when he was not well.
Sometimes he would pull Ruth to one side and ask her:
“What have you bloody well got me into?”
But he never missed a single meeting.
The launch was held at the Copthorne Hotel.
By then, Bobby was fully in it.
“If I’m committed to something, then I’m committed.”
And then the money started coming in.
Within seven weeks, the first target had already been reached.
£560,000.
Then people started turning up at Bobby and Elsie’s house.
The first donation came from a woman carrying an envelope full of cash.
Her husband had recently died, and his final request had been that people at his funeral gave money to Bobby’s charity instead of buying flowers.
She handed over £271.74.
“What can you say to that?”
Then there was Johnny Bliss, a local singer with pancreatic cancer.
His doctors had told him he had months to live, but he still held a concert, sold CDs and raised around £10,000 for the Foundation.
Bobby met him at the Copthorne.
Johnny brought his family with him, and made the men wear their best suits and ties.
Bobby could see he was not well.
“I could have cried.”
And for all the football he had lived through, all the countries, all the clubs, all the games, this became his last big job.
“It’s not about beating Portsmouth any more.”
“It’s about beating death.”
As of today the Sir Bobby Robson foundation has raised over £27 million.
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Journalist Janine di Giovanni:
"If a missile hits a hospital in Ukraine,
Europe calls it a war crime."
"But if missiles hit a hospital in Gaza and 100 people die, it’s Israel's right to defend itself."
83% of British people are white
87% of MPs are white
92% of Police officers are white
94% of the House of Lords are white
85% of Britains richest families are white
The notion that Britain experiences systemic anti-white racism is absurd
It’s a far-right conspiracy
The Swedish government told her she owed 102% of her income in taxes. She was 68 years old, a children's book author, and held no political power. Yet, by writing a simple fairy tale, she helped topple a government that had ruled for 44 years.
Stockholm, 1976.
Astrid Lindgren opened her mail to find a tax assessment that defied logic. As Sweden’s most beloved author and the creator of Pippi Longstocking, her books had taught generations of children about courage, independence, and standing up to bullies. Now, she had to face a broken system of her own.
She read the document carefully, did the math, and realized the truth: due to a quirk in the law that combined regular income tax with self-employment fees, her marginal tax rate had hit 102%.
It was not a typo, nor was it a rounding error. One hundred and two percent.
If she paid what they demanded on her extra earnings, she would owe more than she actually made. She would literally go into debt for the privilege of working.
At 68 years old, she could have hired expensive accountants to quietly find loopholes and protect her wealth. She could have done what many powerful people do when systems overreach—safeguard her own position and leave everyone else to figure it out alone. Instead, she picked up her pen.
In March 1976, she published a satirical fairy tale in Expressen, a major Stockholm newspaper. It was called "Pomperipossa in Monismania" (Pomperipossa in Money-mania). It told the story of a successful author who loved her country and worked hard, only to discover a tax system designed to punish honesty and success.
The story was witty, precise, and impossible to misread. Pomperipossa was Astrid; Monismania was Sweden.
The ruling Social Democratic Party—which had governed Sweden for over forty consecutive years—was furious. Prime Minister Olof Palme went on the defensive, dismissively claiming in public that Lindgren was a wonderful storyteller but a terrible mathematician.
Astrid didn't back down. She stood by her numbers, and soon enough, the Ministry of Finance was forced to admit that her math was completely correct.
She began appearing on television and speaking out publicly, pointing out—with the calm, steady patience of someone used to explaining things to people who aren't listening—that a tax system taking more than 100% of a person's earnings wasn't progressive. It was absurd.
That September, Sweden held its national elections. For the first time in forty-four years, the Social Democratic Party lost power. While political analysts pointed to several contributing factors, like economic stagnation and inflation, everyone acknowledged that Astrid Lindgren’s tax revolt had fundamentally shifted the national conversation. She had made it safe to question a system that once seemed untouchable, giving a voice to frustrations millions of people felt but hadn't known how to articulate.
The new coalition government reformed the tax code, cutting the most extreme rates, and Astrid quietly went back to writing children's books.
But she never stopped paying attention. In the 1980s, when Sweden debated a new animal protection bill, she noticed loopholes that would still allow for cruel factory farming practices. She wrote articles, lobbied politicians, and testified before Parliament well into her eighties. In 1988, Sweden passed some of the strongest animal welfare laws in the world. It was widely nicknamed "Lex Lindgren" (Lindgren's Law) because everyone knew she was the driving force behind it.
Astrid Lindgren passed away in January 2002 at the age of ninety-four. Sweden honored her with a state funeral attended by the Royal Family and the prime minister, while thousands lined the streets of Stockholm.
But her true legacy lives on far outside of official ceremonies. Every child in Sweden still reads her books, every debate about fair taxation still references Pomperipossa, and animal welfare advocates across Europe still look to Lex Lindgren as proof of what is possible.
She never ran for office, nor did she ever build a formal political movement. She had no credentials in economics or public policy—just an extraordinary gift for storytelling. But she had spent decades writing about Pippi Longstocking, a girl who refused to follow rules that didn't make sense, stood up to bullies, and never shrank herself to make others comfortable.
Astrid Lindgren simply chose to live her life exactly like the hero she created. When authorities insisted that nonsense made sense, she refused to pretend along with them. And because she spoke up, the world listened.
If you don't understand the history of the Busby Babes and the tragedy of Munich, you don't understand Manchester United. Out of the darkest moment in club history, Sir Matt built a European Cup winning side just a decade later around Bobby Charlton, George Best, and Denis Law. That Holy Trinity era defined our identity attacking football with flair, reliance on the academy, and an unbreakable spirit. We are a club built on resurrection.
🚨‼️ يـحــدث الان 💥
مقطع ستحاول اسرائيل حذفه من الانترنت بكل الطرق،
الشعب المكسيكي يقوم بحرق علم اسرائيل في بداية المبارة في كأس العالم
انشروها على لتصل رسالتهم للعالم 🙏
Israel is blowing up entire villages in Lebanon, killing 200 to 300 civilians every 48-96 hours, calling it a ceasefire, with absolutely no consequences.
Israel is killing so many Lebanese so regularly that the world has lost interest. Just like has lost interest in Gaza.
🚨 Jürgen Klopp has launched a scathing attack on the cooling breaks being used during this World Cup. 👊
"Football is being held hostage by executives sitting in air-conditioned offices.
These breaks are being presented as a shield for player welfare, a noble weapon against the heat. In reality, they are nothing more than a golden cage built for sponsors.
When I saw players standing around during cooling breaks while television timeouts dictated the rhythm of the match, I couldn't help but ask myself: who is the World Cup really serving?
The supporters? The players? Or the advertisers?
A World Cup match should flow like a river. Instead, we are building dams in the middle of it so commercials can be shown.
It's dangerous for the spirit of the game. Football used to be the main event, but it now risks becoming background music for an advertising show."
He didn't hold back. 👏👏