UNBELIEVABLE. Your entire life sold to a billionaire and you never got a vote. DIGITAL ID. Blair brokered it, the King read it out like a shopping list, and 2.96 million of you signed a petition begging them not to. They read it, smiled, and did it anyway.
Here’s this COCKY IDIOT, smirking down the camera, telling you it's only what he was elected to do. The sheer NERVE.
They tried to force this in 2006 and the country threw it back. So they got clever. You don't force a leash on a country, you call it child safety and let them clip it on themselves. Optional, they say. Until the bank needs it. Until the job needs it. Until you can't buy milk without it. Optional the way a cliff edge is optional.
Embedded so deep that pulling it out takes the whole system down. Surviving every election. Every Prime Minister. Every one of you who never agreed to a word of it.
That's not a service. It's a LEASH. Heavy surveillance with a friendly logo, built to watch you, price you, and switch you off the second you say the wrong thing. Once it turns, it never turns back.
Now watch him smirk through it. FIVE times he stood there and said it's not possible. FIVE. Like a parrot that learned one phrase and mistook it for genius, reciting his greatest hits to a country that stopped clapping months ago, taking a bow in an empty theatre.
Wrong every time, he sneers. No, sunshine. Wrong about the boats. The bills. The borders. The only thing he's right about is how much he adores the sound of his own voice telling you he's right.
Watch what he's smirking THROUGH. The most despised Prime Minister this country has ever recorded. Ministers bolting for the door. MPs begging him to leave. A man waist deep in his own wreckage, straightening his tie for the cameras.
He was elected to serve this country. Not gift-wrap your private life and post it to the highest bidder who filled Blair's pockets fastest.
A landslide, he calls it. Won on barely a third of the vote, the emptiest mandate in living memory, worn like a crown God lowered onto his head.
Biggest NHS drop in 17 years, he beams. For ONE month. While 7.3 million still rot on the list.
Highest growth in the G7, he says. For ONE quarter. The next month it shrank. Funny how he forgot that bit.
Then everything he left off the brochure. TEN things not one of you voted for. Not one in his manifesto.
Winter fuel torn off ten million pensioners. Biggest tax raid since 1993. The thresholds Reeves swore she'd never freeze, frozen. Energy bills up after he promised cuts. The family farm tax. WASPI women promised the earth, handed a shrug. Grooming inquiry sat on six months. Post offices for the chop. Chagos given away.
And the tenth, buried deepest. Digital ID, held up behind the children like a human shield, because who argues with protecting kids. Then they vote to come for your VPN, the one tool that let you slip the net, and bolt the last door behind you.
Here's the punchline that should make your blood boil. Australia tried this exact ban. Months later the children strolled straight through it. It didn't protect ONE child. It was never built to. The children were never the point. The contract was.
Blair gets richer. Ellison gets richer. Then they plug it into Europe so the same machine prints money across a continent. Every regime that ever pulled this used the same excuse. China. Russia. North Korea. Protect the people. Then own them.
The children were never the target. They were the costume. You were never protected. You were harvested, and told to say thank you.
So watch him smirk and call it a mandate. It was never a mandate. It's the biggest robbery in plain sight this country has ever seen, dressed up as the will of the people and sold back to you as kindness.
Once it turns, it never turns back.
Keith the Apocalypse Bringer is a three-year-old Anglo-Nubian goat in a field in Devon.
Keith should not be underestimated.
Keith has been systematically dismantling the ecosystem since approximately 7am, when he ate a bramble. This is significant because bramble is an invasive scrub species that outcompetes wildflowers, reduces biodiversity, and creates dense monoculture thicket that nothing else can use.
Keith ate it. Keith does this every day. Keith does not charge for this service.
8:15am - Keith ate a thistle. Thistles are also considered invasive scrub in managed pasture. Goldfinches eat thistle seeds, but Keith's grazing will ensure the pasture remains open enough for the ground-nesting birds that can't use dense scrub. Keith has not attended a conservation workshop. Keith arrived at this conclusion by being a goat.
9:00am - Keith dismantled a section of hedge. This was less helpful. Keith does not have a perfect record.
10:30am - Keith escaped the field. He was in the road for eleven minutes. He ate a neighbour's rose. This is not being counted in Keith's environmental impact assessment.
11:00am - Keith was returned to the field. Keith regarded the farmer with the specific expression of an animal that does not recognise the concept of property.
12:00pm - Keith ate more bramble. His digestive system: four stomachs, a rumen full of specialised microorganisms, the ability to extract nutrition from lignified plant matter that would defeat any other animal on this field, is converting scrub vegetation into milk with a fat content of approximately 4.5%. The milk will become cheese. The cheese will be sold at the farm shop. The farm shop is four miles away. The cheese food miles are: four.
3:00pm - Keith produced manure. The manure will grow the grass. The grass will grow the bramble. The bramble will be eaten by Keith.
This system has no inputs.
It has been running since goats were domesticated approximately ten thousand years ago.
Keith is not aware he is saving the planet.
Keith is thinking about whether the fence on the north side has a weak point.
It does. Keith found it at 4:45pm.
Keith got out again.
The complete Premier League Table from 1992-2026 which includes all 51 teams that have played in the Premier League.
A fascinating read.
Courtesy of Soccer Stats
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With football invented in 1992. For all those who love the Premier League.
Here are the top 15 clubs, with the most points collected in the Premier League years.
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Quote: 'Did you know when I was 16, the government made an agreement with me, that if I paid National Insurance every week, they would give me a pension when I was 60
I kept my end of the deal and am still paying in!!
On the 5th and 6th of June, the UK Government may be made to give back the right to retire at 60 to all those women who worked and paid their National Insurance.
Currently their pension payout is delayed until 66 or 67 depending on date of birth.
We all know that the pension age for women born in the sixties has been raised. Did you know a campaign called ‘Back to 60 Movement’ has won the right to a Judicial Review and is taking the DWP to the High Court? On the 5th and 6th June they will attempt to get women justice over non consultation in raising the pensionable age to 66 and above.
Michael Mansfield QC will lead the case and the argument for the movement. However, there does not appear to be any media coverage regarding this significant event. That is why we’re raising the awareness now. Let's hope for justice rightly deserved.
There appears to be a media blackout on this issue, which suggests that the government have put a block on the media reporting it. So let’s use social media for what it’s good at - share the hell out of this. Come on ladies - this is worth a great deal to you!'
PLEASE, PLEASE COPY AND PASTE
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There will be people who think this is deeply unfair, but it can’t be avoided anymore. You cannot do politics like this now - going on the radio or TV and using a clever form of words to avoid saying the thing you think will end your career. It doesn’t work and it hasn’t worked for a long time.
The career-ending thing isn’t saying “I broke that promise and I’m sorry, but here’s why I really think it’s the right thing to do…” It is repeatedly saying you did it without holding up your hands; in the process treating your audience like they’re daft and eroding trust so much that nobody listens to your actual argument. Why would you get a hearing for what you believe is right if you can’t show enough respect to admit your choice broke a promise?
No parent would accept that kind of apology from a child; why do some of our politicians still think voters should accept it from them? Trust people to give you a hearing and they’ll listen even when you admit mistakes - maybe even more then, because it is human.
Right then... so what she's saying is that...
If you have worked hard, saved money all your life in order to not burden the state
If you have tried to better yourself and provide for your children by feeding them.
If you haven't been able to afford children because you have chosen to work
If you have started a business in the hope you can eventually sell and use your gains to fund your old age
If you did as you were told and bought a hybrid car
If you invested in an ISA to help you save
If you employed young workers to train them and help them develop
If you bought a house and invested in with tax paid salary, so you had a bit of a nest egg
If you only had the children you could afford....
You are all fucked! Today, you have been told that all those people who did none of the above will be funded even more by you.
In light of the news, I had to go and revisit this classic.
Mani and Bobby Gillespie, both out of their tree, live on national tv in the middle of the afternoon. What could possibly go wrong?
Tax. We’ve all become so used to it, we forget how much we’re actually paying. It is relentless, even beyond death. And for what? If we had a semblance of functioning public services, I could maybe stomach it. But we don’t, so what are we actually paying all of this money for?
We are subject to Scandinavian levels of tax for third-world levels of competence - what a toilet deal.
Earn a salary. Income tax, a fifth gone before we’ve even started. National insurance, more on top of that. What for? A ‘world-class’ health service? The NHS? Ha. Good luck.
Even getting to work costs - taxes on buying a car, running a car, insuring a car. Vast amount of road tax. Is that being well spent? Unless you want potholes you can paddle in, the answer is no. A road network built for half the amount of cars. How’s that going? It takes twice as long to get anywhere. Fuel duty and tax on insurance - whack that on top too. Congestion charges, tolls, fines and more. It goes on and on and on.
Forget getting the train, that’ll cost twice as much and never runs on time - a season ticket into London costs thousands. Unaffordable. Yet the trains so often run empty? Maybe that system isn’t working…
VAT on anything that moves - getting taxed to buy products/services, from already taxed money.
Tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax. Then more tax.
Did you go to university? Your ‘loan’ isn’t loan, it’s a tax. Interest is so sharp, you’re just paying that off each month. Hundreds gone, to pay for a sociology degree a decade ago. Ouch. Why are we saddling our youngsters with so much debt, with so much interest on top of that? Madness.
Manage to put a few quid away to save? That gets taxed too - ISAs will be under attack in the budget. Profit made on successful investments, what happens? You guessed it. Tax.
Somehow you’ve scrabbled a deposit together for a property. Well done.
Paying half a million quid for a semi-detached? Not cheap. Stamp duty means you get slapped for thousands. Obviously first time buyer exemptions mean less and less as house prices soar.
You’re in the house. Great news. Or so you thought. Council tax. Going up seemingly by 5% every year. Thousands of pounds a year. For what? To collect the bins? Really? Don’t forget the extra costs to have your garden waste removed. Brilliant.
More insurance taxes, and of course VAT on any improvements you want to make. Bills soaring, with tax slapped onto every corner of it - green levies and the rest.
How depressing. Time for a pint.
Alcohol duty. Because of course. Why wouldn’t they throw extra tax on it? I’m not a smoker, but the same applies. Even holidays. Air passenger duty to put a few extra quid onto the price of a trip away. Just for good measure.
You’re limping on through. Maybe you decide that starting your own business is the way to go?
You get it up and running, starting to make a reasonable profit. Take a small salary - to pay for such luxuries as food and heating. As we know, that gets taxed.
Alongside the costs. National Insurance. Business rates. Fees and licences. It is endless.
What’s left after all that? A profit? Surely good news?
Bang. Corporation tax. A big slice gone. After that, we can enjoy a handsome profit. Right?
Nope. Dividend tax. With its brutal thresholds. What slivers you do take get taxed all over again when you want to actually buy something. Obviously.
And the final kick in teeth.
Inheritance tax.
After everything, somehow, you’ve managed to put a reasonable amount of money away. After all that tax, you’ve succeeded in building a financial legacy to pass to your children - your business, and your own savings.
Money you were taxed on the day you earned it, taxed when you saved it, taxed when you invested it, taxed to build your business. It gets taxed one final time. On both your personal savings, and also the value of your company.
Even after death, it continues.
What are we paying all this money for?
Are our schools world-class? Borders secure? Police visible? NHS efficient? Economy thriving? Roads operational?
No. No. No. No. No. No. NOTHING WORKS.
Britain has the highest tax burden in most of our lifetimes, yet the worst services many of us have ever seen. If everything worked perfectly, there could maybe be an argument for such suffocating levels of tax. But it doesn’t, and hasn’t for decades, so there isn’t.
When the taxpayers fail to fund this state monster of inefficiency and unaccountability, what do they do?
QE. Print money. Creating inflation, devaluing our earnings and our savings. Yet one more tax.
The people creating all of this, implementing all of this? £100k plus on the public sector, living in London. Comfortable salary, great pension, no job risk. Clueless about the real world.
Maybe, just maybe, the current approach isn’t working.
We need to urgently cut tax. Shrink government. Reward hard work.
You just can’t tax a nation into prosperity. It never has worked, and it never will work.
LEAVE OUR MONEY ALONE.
Grange Hill (1978-2008)
Did you watch this back in the day? This 1986 cast are the ones I remember most. Had the pleasure of interviewing George Wilson who played Ziggy (on the left) a few years ago; very nice man.
If Keir Starmer had said before the election that he would remove the winter fuel allowance from millions of pensioners, enforce mandatory digital ID, record numbers of small boat crossings in the English Channel, hammer the disabled with welfare cuts, add inheritance tax to family farms and family businesses causing thousands of them to close, his deputy prime minister dodging £40,000 in tax, council tax & energy price increases, raise university tuition fees, plaster mass-scale solar panels on thousands of acres of prime farmland despite huge local community objections, hand over sovereignty of the Chagos Islands to Mauritius at a cost of £35bn, spaff £30bn of taxpayers’ money on carbon capture machines, give £3bn a year of taxpayers’ money to Ukraine, betray WASPI women, hang out with BlackRock, 50,000 small boat crossings in one year, create a new £50bn economic black hole, increase the overall tax burden to record levels, destroy business growth with national insurance rises resulting in over 200,000 job losses, get exposed for receiving over £100,000 worth of freebies - he almost certainly wouldn’t have won. He duped the electorate. An utterly shameless display of snake oil political salesmanship. And still he lectures all of us in that gratingly sanctimonious manner of his like we are all somehow the problem here.