Gav Stanton

Former Head Brewer at White Horse Brewery, Oxfordshire

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@ArchRose90 They don't need to listen, they know what the issues are, they are the same issues that have being raised for years, they just choose to ignore them!

[Zia Yusuf @ZiaYusufUK]

Remember, it’s not madmen trying to behead people in the street or police handcuffing white people as they bleed out that causes division.

It’s Reform politicians.

The political class are sick.

[Maxi @AllForProgress_]

There are two things worth remembering about Belfast, when you're looking at pictures like these.

The one thing is that Belfast is not like the rest of Britain. And the other thing is that it is exactly like the rest of Britain.

In the first case, the mainland has been spared, within living memory, the sight of its own streets given over to political violence. An Englishman of seventy has known peace his whole life. An Ulsterman has not. In the most recent chapters of its story it has worn a different face altogether - the armoured vehicle on the corner, the masked man, the burning thing dragged across the road - and that face is not so far back in the city's memory as to have been forgotten. A place that has done this before knows the shape of it when it returns.

On Monday night a man in his forties was set upon in the north of the city by an assailant who stabbed him about the head and then, in the open street, attempted to cut his head from his body; he is alive only because passers-by took it upon themselves to drag the attacker off him. A Sudanese man in his thirties was charged with attempted murder. By the following night the city was alight, and the old furniture of disorder - the masked crowds, the burning vehicles, the police behind their armour - stood once more on the streets of Belfast.

What has changed, both from what we saw back then and from what we have seen in other recent protests against violence meted out against Britain by visitors, is the character of the fury. That a wronged public should rise is as old as these cities themselves; the temper in which it rose this week is what is new. It was colder than the protest of a year or two ago, more disciplined, more conscious of itself. The faces were covered, near enough every one. Phones of documenting onlookers were, it seems, checked for any photos of faces they may contain. The crowds came and went to a purpose. To an observer at a distance it at least half had the look of a body that had decided something in advance and come to carry it out.

That impression - of an action planned and complete, of an organised thing moving against the authorities - is the part that ought to occupy serious minds, whatever they make of the rest of it. One does not need to have a drop of sympathy for the notion of mob rule, nor be inclined to excuse a single article of public or private property destroyed, to see that it belongs to a slightly different genus of ordinary grievance.

And so one is left with the question, which is not a comfortable one.

Is this the return of the thing Belfast knew and the mainland was spared - mob violence as a settled feature of public life? And beneath it, a graver question still: whether the logical end of governments across the Western world pressing upon their peoples, year upon year, an immigration those peoples have plainly and repeatedly refused, is a slow settling into restive, low-grade civil strife - in which men who have concluded that their votes have been made useless turn to force, having found it the one instrument the state can no longer ignore.

One can only hope it is not so. But there is, in the end, a single sure way to avoid it, and it has nothing to do with more armour or more arrests: it is for governments to do the plain and forgotten thing, and answer honestly the demands of the people they are paid and bound to serve. A government that will not has kept the offices of legitimacy while surrendering its substance - and a state in that condition has no defence, none at all, against the day its people resolve to press a just grievance by unjust means.

I hope that democracy is coming to Britain. I really, truly do. I love peace enough to dread what will come in its stead otherwise.

[Christian @InTheTrenchesUK]

THE DOSSIER #12: Mike Tapp MP – The Accessory

Intelligence Corps. Three tours of Iraq and Afghanistan. National Crime Agency. Ministry of Defence. Twenty years learning to spot threats. Twenty years learning to gather intelligence. Twenty years learning to protect the vulnerable.

Then you entered Parliament and forgot everything.

January 8, 2025. The Children's Wellbeing and Schools Bill. A Conservative amendment for a national inquiry into grooming gangs. Industrial-scale child sexual exploitation. Rape gangs operating with police and council protection for decades. Thousands of British girls. Twelve years old. Thirteen years old. Drugged. Raped. Tortured. Passed between men like objects. Pregnancies. Abortions. Suicides. Evidence destroyed. Complaints buried. The largest child protection failure in British history.

You voted NO.

Three hundred and sixty-four to one hundred and eleven. Not a single Labour MP supported the inquiry. You had the chance to stand up for victims. You chose the whip. You chose the party over the raped. You chose silence over justice.

The Intelligence Corps trained you to identify threats. You identified this threat perfectly. Then you voted to cover it up. You voted to protect the perpetrators. You voted to leave the victims in darkness. You are not a security professional. You are a security risk.

You represent Dover. The frontline. The channel crossings. The hotels filling with unvetted men. The small boats. The broken system. And you voted to keep the truth buried. You voted to prevent an inquiry into migration-related child rape. The Migration Minister who votes against investigating migration-related crimes. The arsonist doesn't get credit for the fire brigade.

You backed scrapping Winter Fuel Payments. Pensioners in Dover and Deal freezing in their homes. The people who elected you. You took their heating money while the Premier League bought you an Arsenal ticket worth £450. £450 for a football match while you voted to steal from pensioners. £450 while you voted to abandon raped children.

Labour Together Ltd wrote you a £10,000 cheque before you warmed your seat. The think tank that manufactures Labour politicians paid for your campaign. You are not an MP. You are a product. A processed asset with a constituency office. A rubber stamp in a suit. A spook who forgot how to think.

You have voted in 455 divisions. Never against your party. Not once. Not a single rebellion. Not a single independent thought in your entire parliamentary career. The Intelligence Corps taught you obedience. You learned well. The perfect party drone with a security clearance.

You caused "ructions" in the black Parliamentary Labour Party WhatsApp group. Your own colleagues couldn't stomach your spin on grooming gangs. Even they knew the truth was toxic. Even they knew you were lying. The whip discussed disciplining you. You couldn't tell the truth in a private chat. You are a coward in a group message and a traitor in the voting lobby.

You are the establishment made flesh. Labour Friends of Israel. The APPG on British Jews. The APPG on Commonwealth. All the right memberships. All the right dinners. The Jewish News publishes your columns while you vote to cover up the rape of British children including Jewish girls in Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford. You wrote about "seeing first-hand" service. You blinded yourself when it mattered.

You voted to proscribe Palestine Action as terrorists. While voting against investigating the rape of British children. Your priorities are showing. State security for foreign causes. Silence for domestic victims. You are not a security expert. You are a security failure.

The Intelligence Corps made you. The National Crime Agency trained you. The Ministry of Defence deployed you. Labour Together purchased you. And now you vote to cover up the crimes you should have prevented.

You are not an MP. You are a security service asset with a direct debit. The perfect product of the think tank assembly line. The spook who sees everything and does nothing. The Migration Minister who votes against investigating migration-related child rape. The Labour Friend of Israel who ignores Jewish victims. The security professional who votes to protect rapists.

You betrayed your training. You betrayed your oath. You betrayed the vulnerable you were trained to protect. You are not fit to hold office. You are not fit to hold security clearance. You are not fit to represent the people of Dover.

Your career is over. Your reputation is ash. Your security background is now a mark of shame. The spook who failed. The spook who chose the party over the children. The spook who voted to cover up rape.

Permanent exile awaits. Congratulations. You are The Dossier. Your betrayal of Britain is now complete.

[John Ringo SF Author @Jringo1508]

Ulsterman and IRA meeting in a pub somewhere in Ireland.
Ulsterman: Long time.
IRA: Aye. Suppose it's a reasonable time to apologize about your cousin ah.
Ulsterman: What, feeding him live to bloody pigs? Eh, it was a long time ago and I never really liked him. Guess I should apologize about that pub bomb.
IRA: I didn't really need hearing in that ear anyway. So...
Ulsterman: So... You still got some connections and what?
IRA: Aye. Some packages coming in. You fella me lads still got friends in the Regiment?
Ulsterman: Aye. We've spoken. They're in.
IRA: Glad they'll be our side this time.
Ulsterman, raising glass: Here’s to absent friends. And here’s twice to absent enemies.

There was a picture posted by the Ulsterman website of two stout young fellas walking side by side, masked, one carrying the Ulsterman flag the other SINN FEIN!

For those who don't get that... The meme is the metaphor.

The metaphor goes something like this:

'When Ulster and IRA walk shoulder to shoulder... World has either come to an end or someone's is about to.'

Fucking Starmer has no idea what he has unleashed.

@TKratman

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@53percenter2012 @honeymoon250 I'm 48 and have all 20

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@NormanBrennan I'm not 1 to post conspiracy theories, but there is an event this weekend in London that a not guilty verdict, would probably fuel.

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

Our little haul! #ludlowspringfestival #indiebeer #loosecannon

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@RachelD1892 Fuck off

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@BROKENBRITAIN0 @grok is this true

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@JeremyClarkson Imagine if a brewery owner took bad tax advice and paid 40k less duty!

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

https://t.co/M7rWKpzeXk

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@ChrisMoyles I think @stokecity have the same Ref as @LUFC had last night!

[Ilkley Brewery @Ilkleybrewery]

10 Superior Stouts To Drink Now; in today's @thetelegraph
"Elegant milk stout from Yorkshire. Eloquent in its creamy mouthfeel, it is surprisingly full-bodied and features a satisfying swish of milk chocolate, cortado coffee & a feather-light roastiness." https://t.co/L1yfnpPsKl

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

WWE Royal Rumble, what an event, best performance has to go to @ImChelseaGreen

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@LotteryWinners Well deserved

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

@LotteryWinners arrived this morning. I just need a CD player now to listen to it.

[Gav Stanton @GavStanton]

Tom Jones or Micheal Knight #starstruck

[Oxford Beer Festival 2023 @oxford_beerfest]

And in second place, #Bicester Brewery’s 8d Ale