Why Will The Media Not Ask Andy Burnham About Operation Hexagon?
There is an operation Greater Manchester Police will not name. The press will not name it either. It has a name. Operation Hexagon.
A police operation was built to hunt the people who exposed the rape of children in Oldham. The man who held authority over it is walking towards Downing Street.
They Built An Operation To Hunt The Whistleblowers
Operation Hexagon was a joint enterprise between Greater Manchester Police, Oldham Council and Labour Party politicians. The grooming gangs were never its target. Neither were the men who shielded them. The machinery was aimed at the whistleblowers, and at the ordinary people who dared to ask how children came to be raped in Oldham.
Read that back slowly. A police force and a political party, working in concert, turned on the citizens who demanded accountability. The abusers were left untouched. The people exposing them were placed under the lens.
I can speak to Hexagon because Hexagon came for me.
Officers were sent to build cases against me that had no foundation. They repeatedly raided my house at dawn. The Crown Prosecution Service was turned into an instrument for manufacturing evidence to put me in the dock. Every charge collapsed. Every allegation was dismissed.
That is what an official police operation was made into. A machine for assembling false cases against a man whose only offence was refusing to look away while children were raped.
The Authority Ran Straight To Andy Burnham
Hexagon did not run in a vacuum. It ran under a chain of command, and that chain ends at Andy Burnham.
As Mayor of Greater Manchester, Burnham holds the powers of the police and crime commissioner. He has held authority over Greater Manchester Police since 2017. Oldham is the epicentre of the scandal and the focus of Hexagon, and Oldham sits inside his remit. An operation of this kind, run in his force, in his region, against the critics of a cover up, does not happen beyond the reach of the man who commands the force.
He has never answered for it. He stood in election after election and said nothing. The silence of the man who held the authority is itself the answer.
They Buried The Whole Thing
You have not read about Operation Hexagon in your newspaper. That is by design.
Freedom of Information requests are refused with practised ease. The press that rushes to report every other case of police misconduct keeps its distance from this one. An operation confirmed to exist is reported as though it never happened. The blackout is the cover up that guards the cover up.
The Man Who Oversaw It Is Walking Into Downing Street
Here is why this matters now beyond anything it mattered before. Andy Burnham is on the road to Number Ten. The man who held authority over a police operation aimed at the whistleblowers of a child rape scandal is about to become the most powerful figure in the country.
Operation Hexagon should have finished his career. It has been allowed to sit as a footnote that no one in Westminster and no one in the press will read aloud.
Which is why it is left to us.
Imagine this, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom dragged kicking and screaming in front of a national inquiry into the cover up of the Pakistani Rape Gangs where he is forced to testify under oath and defend his own actions.
You don't have to imagine it. You just need to help me make it happen.
For 8 years I've exposed how politicians and police covered up the gang rape of working-class White girls by Pakistani grooming gangs. I, with the support of the people of Oldham, led the campaign that forced the National Inquiry. Now, with your help, we will force this inquiry to a place it does not want to go.
As Mayor of Greater Manchester, Andy Burnham fronted a series of Assurance Reviews of which one was in my hometown of Oldham. It was a cover-up of a cover-up. It tried to bury the truth. Don't believe me? Ask Maggie Oliver. Even she has come to the same conclusion.
Despite Burnham's efforts to help hide what took place, we forced a national inquiry. Whilst previously defending the robustness of his now exposed cover up, Burnham is now trying his best to rewrite the truth of what he really did.
Unfortunately, as of yet, the national inquiry will not investigate Burnham or his actions and his deceit will go unchallenged. We hope to change this before the investigation starts in Oldham.
Once Burnham is in Downing Street, the pressure to protect him will be immense. The institutions that failed these girls will try everything possible not to hold a PM accountable. Much of the press will look away, as always. This is why it is up to us to carry the truth.
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Raja 🙏
A small boy and his grandfather stopped at a gate. There was a cow in the field. This is what was said.
'Grandad, what's that cow even for?'
'Ah. Climb up on the gate. This'll take a minute.'
'Is it just for the beef?'
'The beef. The milk. The butter on your toast. The cheese. The leather in those shoes you're scuffing on my gate.'
'All from a cow?'
'I'm not done. The fat for the soap your mum washes you with. The bone that feeds the roses. The hide they bound the old books in.'
'From that one?'
'From every one of them. For ten thousand years.'
'And what does she want for all that?'
'Look at her. Grass. A drink of water. A field. This field.'
'That's all?'
'That's all. She eats the grass you can't, on the ground we can't plough, and gives back every single thing I just told you.'
'So why do people say she's bad?'
'Because they've never stood at a gate and watched one. There. You're the first in a while.'
The cow lifted her head, looked at the boy for a long moment, and went back to the grass.
'...She's not bothered, is she, Grandad.'
'No, lad. She never is.'
There was a precise moment, somewhere around 1983, when the fear walked into the British kitchen and never left again.
Before it arrived, the kitchen was a calm place. Butter sat in a dish on the side, soft and golden. Eggs came in a bowl, all of the egg, the yolk treated as the prize it is. The Sunday joint wore a rim of fat that the man of the house considered the finest part of the meal. Dripping lived in a pot by the cooker. Nobody read a label, because there was nothing printed on the food to read.
Then the message arrived, from the television, the magazines, the doctor, the leaflet through the door. Fat was the enemy. Animal fat was the worst of it. The foods that had sat on that table for centuries were quietly reclassified as hazards.
And you could watch a kitchen change. The butter dish vanished and a tub of spread took its corner. The whole milk went, swapped for the bluish skimmed kind that looked rinsed. The fat got trimmed off the joint and binned, the very bit the family used to fight over. The egg yolk became a thing to feel faintly guilty about.
The mothers who made these changes were diligent, loving women doing exactly what the experts instructed, trading the food of ten thousand years for the food of a 1983 leaflet.
And the country got fatter. Year on year, right through the low-fat decades, the exact years everyone was trying hardest to be good. They have spent every year since being blamed for a result the advice handed them.
Go and put the butter back in the dish.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn's son, Ignat, this morning read from his father's seminal 1978 Harvard Address.
Extract in full here:
It is almost universally recognized that the West shows all the world the way to successful economic development, even though in past years it has been sharply offset by chaotic inflation. However, many people living in the West are dissatisfied with their own society. They despise it or accuse it of no longer being up to the level of maturity attained by mankind. And this causes many to sway toward socialism, which is a false and dangerous current.
I hope that no one present will suspect me of expressing my partial criticism of the Western system in order to suggest socialism as an alternative. No; with the experience of a country where socialism has been realized, I shall certainly not speak for such an alternative… socialism of any type and shade leads to a total destruction of the human spirit and to a levelling of mankind into death…
But should I be asked, instead, whether I would propose the West, such as it is today, as a model to my country, I would frankly have to answer negatively. No, I could not recommend your society as an ideal for the transformation of ours. Through deep suffering, people in our country have now achieved a spiritual development of such intensity that the Western system in its present state of spiritual exhaustion does not look attractive.
… if our society were to be transformed into yours, it would mean an improvement in certain aspects, but also a change for the worse on some particularly significant points. … after the suffering of decades of violence and oppression, the human soul longs for things higher, warmer, and purer than those offered by today’s mass living habits, introduced as by a calling card by the revolting invasion of commercial advertising, by TV stupor, and by intolerable music.
There are telltale symptoms by which history gives warning to a threatened or perishing society. Such are, for instance, a decline of the arts or a lack of great statesmen. Indeed, sometimes the warnings are quite explicit and concrete. The center of your democracy and of your culture is left without electric power for a few hours only, and all of a sudden crowds of American citizens start looting and creating havoc.
…
How has this unfavorable relation of forces come about? How did the West decline from its triumphal march to its present debility? Have there been fatal turns and losses of direction in its development? It does not seem so. The West kept advancing steadily in accordance with its proclaimed social intentions, hand in hand with a dazzling progress in technology. And all of a sudden it found itself in its present state of weakness.
This means that the mistake must be at the root, at the very foundation of thought in modern times. I refer to the prevailing Western view of the world which was born in the Renaissance and has found political expression since the Age of Enlightenment. It became the basis for political and social doctrine and could be called rationalistic humanism or humanistic autonomy: the proclaimed and practiced autonomy of man from any higher force above him. It could also be called anthropocentricity, with man seen as the centre of all.
… this humanistic way of thinking, which had proclaimed itself our guide, did not admit the existence of intrinsic evil in man, nor did it see any task higher than the attainment of happiness on earth. It started modern Western civilization on the dangerous trend of worshiping man and his material needs. Everything beyond physical well-being and the accumulation of material goods, all other human requirements and characteristics of a subtler and higher nature, were left outside the area of attention of state and social systems, as if human life did not have any higher meaning.
Thus gaps were left open for evil, and its drafts blow freely today. Mere freedom per se does not in the least solve all the problems of human life and even adds a number of new ones.
And yet in early democracies, as in American democracy at the time of its birth, all individual human rights were granted on the ground that man is God’s creature. That is, freedom was given to the individual conditionally, in the assumption of his constant religious responsibility. Such was the heritage of the preceding one thousand years. Two hundred or even fifty years ago, it would have seemed quite impossible, in America, that an individual be granted boundless freedom with no purpose, simply for the satisfaction of his whims. Subsequently, however, all such limitations were eroded everywhere in the West; a total emancipation occurred from the moral heritage of Christian centuries with their great reserves of mercy and sacrifice. State systems were becoming ever more materialistic. The West has finally achieved the rights of man, and even to excess, but man’s sense of responsibility to God and society has grown dimmer and dimmer.
In the past decades, the legalistic selfishness of the Western approach to the world has reached its peak and the world has found itself in a harsh spiritual crisis and a political impasse. All the celebrated technological achievements of progress, including the conquest of outer space, do not redeem the twentieth century’s moral poverty, which no one could have imagined even as late as the nineteenth century.
... I am referring [here] to the calamity of an autonomous, irreligious humanistic consciousness.
It has made man the measure of all things on earth—imperfect man, who is never free of pride, self-interest, envy, vanity, and dozens of other defects. We are now paying for the mistakes which were not properly appraised at the beginning of the journey. On the way from the Renaissance to our days we have enriched our experience, but we have lost the concept of a Supreme Complete Entity which used to restrain our passions and our irresponsibility. We have placed too much hope in politics and social reforms, only to find out that we were being deprived of our most precious possession: our spiritual life. It is trampled by the party mob in the East, by the commercial one in the West.
…
Today it would be retrogressive to hold on to the ossified formulas of the Enlightenment. Such social dogmatism leaves us helpless before the trials of our times.
We cannot avoid reassessing the fundamental definitions of human life and human society. Is it true that man is above everything? Is it right that man’s life and society’s activities should be ruled by material expansion above all? Is it permissible to promote such expansion to the detriment of our integral spiritual life?
If the world has not approached its end, it has reached a major watershed in history, equal in importance to the turn from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance. It will demand from us a spiritual blaze; we shall have to rise to a new height of vision, to a new level of life, where our physical nature will not be cursed, as in the Middle Ages, but even more importantly, our spiritual being will not be trampled upon, as in the Modern Era. This ascension is similar to climbing onto the next anthropological stage. No one on earth has any other way left but—upward.
Mr @JDVance, let’s make this painfully simple.
Reham Saadati was not killed because he needed your corn, soybeans, or charity.
His father was a gold merchant.
He was not starving.
He was not begging.
He was not in the streets asking the world to feed him.
He went for his Shah.
He went for Iran.
He gave his life for freedom, dignity, and the future every human being is owed by birthright.
That is the part your analysis keeps missing.
The terrorist Islamic Regime occupying Iran is not facing a food riot.
It is facing a nation that wants its country back.
So stop shrinking our dead into an economic complaint.
They were not killed asking for crumbs.
They were killed demanding freedom.
Killing the businesses that pay for the budget. @AlboMP and @JEChalmers ‘s insane new CGT must be stopped!
Spot on from David Alexander 👊Australia’s latest tax grabs on capital gains and trusts are the economic equivalent of slaughtering the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Fewer factories, less investment, lower wages, and a shrinking tax base. We’ve seen what competitive business tax settings delivered in Ireland and Singapore. Time to stop the complacency and make Australia a place where aspiration and enterprise thrive again. Stop the new CGT.
During the Iranian Revolution, leftist students, communists, and Muslims were all united in overthrowing the Shah.
The leftists celebrated when Khomeini returned in 1979. They thought they defeated capitalism and imperialism. It didn’t last long.
Around 30,000 leftists who helped the Islamic regime consolidate power were soon executed. That’s where the term “useful idiot” comes from.
They served their purpose and were no longer needed. Muslims had always despised their progressive ideals and couldn’t wait to get rid of them.
One of the women celebrating in the picture was killed, the other fled the country for her life.
It’s bizarre that almost 50 years later, Western leftists are making the exact same mistake and allying with Muslims. They will have the same fate.
Things blamed on cattle:
- Existing
- Burping
- Standing about in fields
- Turning grass nobody can eat into food
Things that actually wreck the planet, ignored:
- Monocrop fields that strip the soil bare, poison the rivers and leave nothing alive but the one crop
- Synthetic fertiliser, made from fossil gas, running off into dead zones and rising as a greenhouse gas hundreds of times worse than CO2
- Ancient aquifers drained faster than rain can refill them, to irrigate crops in places that were never meant to grow them
- Rainforest and grassland cleared the world over to plant soya, palm and sugar
- Pesticides and weedkillers sprayed by the billion gallons onto the food itself, then into the water, the wildlife and us
- Whole landscapes sprayed sterile, the insects gone, the birds with them
The outrage and the damage are not even in the same postcode. The short list gets the documentaries, the panels and the guilt. The long list gets a green label and a government subsidy. The cow is just standing there, holding everyone else's coat.
Almost Five years ago I was a healthy, very active man in the prime of my life.
An artist by heart and soul who had traveled to over 100 countries, maintained peak health and fitness, and ran or hiked miles in nature almost every day. Simple, full, and free.
Then on July 21, 2021, I received the Moderna COVID vaccine.
I felt it the moment it entered my body.
Within days a cytokine storm triggered a rare neuromuscular disease and multi-system damage. I went from the ICU to six brutal weeks in hospital, and nothing has been the same since.
Today I am mostly bedridden, confined to my bedroom. I cannot work. I cannot drive. I cannot grocery shop. I can barely walk more than short distances on my best days. I have not left my house further than a quarter mile in years.
Every single day I endure ischemic stroke-like episodes, a partially paralyzed diaphragm that makes breathing a struggle, severe neuropathic pain, esophagus and larynx spasms, severe swallowing issues that make eating difficult, severe trigeminal and occipital neuralgia, crushing fatigue, dysphagia that turns eating into an hour-long ordeal, neuro degeneration and neuromuscular disease diagnosed as ALS unspecified, and waves of symptoms that force me to be bedridden.
Doctors mostly dismissed me as psychosomatic, anxious, or worse. One diagnosis I had to sue to have removed from my record. I spent over $60,000 chasing every treatment the injured community has tried. Nothing gave lasting relief. I became my own doctor , turning to sunlight, grounding, circadian alignment, nature, and my faith in God, which is what carries me when the body wants to quit.
For three years I have spoken out , documenting my journey, writing on X and Substack, calling for acknowledgment, proper diagnostic codes, real care, and accountability for what was done to us. I stand with every vaccine-injured person who has been denied, dismissed, and abandoned.
Yet suddenly the story has gone silent.
People are no longer talking about the people who became severely disabled after one shot. Support has dwindled. The institutions that told us it was safe have offered no honest accounting. No real acknowledgment. No justice.
The reality is that we did not recover when the headlines ended.
We are still here. I am still here.
Still mostly bedridden.
2026 has been brutal.
Still fighting every single day.
Still waiting for the truth to be told.
Please share this. Not for sympathy, but because thousands of vaccine-injured people deserve to know they have not been forgotten.
My time here in X soon comes to an end and halt, yet I am grateful to have met such wonderful people and the support I have received . I know there is not much you can do for us, but I am very grateful for all the absolutely amazing and wonderful prayers and words I have received. Thank you from my heart.
Prayers is what this worlds needs more than ever.
Please don’t stop believing and dreaming of a better world.
God is not finished with us yet.
May God Bless you and peace be with you.
52,000 Christians have been killed in Nigeria by Islamists.
This is a real genocide happening now and no one’s talking about it. Why?
Whole villages, men, women and children wiped out under the cover of darkness, dragged from their beds, beheaded, burned then dumped in a church.
Where’s the pope?
Where’s the UN?
Where are all the loud mouthed, virtue signalling do gooders?
#RejectIslam
Labor are Champagne Socialists
And for some reason they seem intent on making China VERY RICH
Tradies, single parents, young families, people struggling to make ends meet and anyone saving to buy a home needs to know you’re paying for rich people to buy EVs
$1.4 BILLION taxpayer dollars has been given to people mainly earning over $190,000 to buy EVs. I kid you not $1.4 BILLION
Then there’s $7.2 BILLION going to homeowners to install home batteries!
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The victim testimony of 'Felicity' from the Rape Gang Inquiry is the most horrifying thing I’ve read in my life.
She was 8 years old when it started…
> First assaulted just after her 8th birthday, lured into a back room on the pretext of helping put up a shelf
>Told she'd be "taken away" if she ever spoke, which was the start of years of rape and torture
>Trafficked on to groups of older Muslim men, collected by taxi after school and on church nights
>Forced to take part in the abuse of other children, used deliberately to "normalise" it and buy her silence
>Groomed with a fake love story: told a man "adored" her, that marrying him was "God's plan," and that she had to convert to Islam
>Handed a book on Islam by one of her abusers and told to learn it
Then came the captivity:
>Held in houses with an upstairs "punishment room" fitted with dog-crate enclosures
>Watched a girl accused of going to police have a hot iron pressed into her back. That girl later died. Felicity saw her strangled
>She and another girl, "Char," were both impregnated. Every pregnancy ended in miscarriage
>Later told the men had killed Char and she would "never come back"
>Saw a girl shot in front of her by a man she believed was a serving police officer
>Threatened that she'd be "chopped up and fed to pigs" if she ever told
It only escalated:
>Loaded into a van in a crate with other girls, some trafficked in from abroad to be "sold," who spoke no English
>Made to watch a girl be stabbed, beaten and set on fire for talking back to a buyer
>Hung upside down by her feet, whipped and urinated on by a man who openly idolised Fred West
>”Purchased" for a night and raped by numerous men while her main abuser sat and watched
>Forced to witness a baby tortured with cigarettes and then killed, while its mother was made to watch
And through all of it, no one believed her...
>For years she was disbelieved and dismissed, she says, treated as though she was inventing what was being done to her
>She had carried it almost entirely alone. Her statement to the Inquiry was the first time in her life she had ever been able to give a full account of what happened to her. No one before had ever properly listened
>When she finally found the courage to report one of her abusers as an adult, at 27, she was not believed
...you don't understand
SO SO SO many people need to be executed for this.
I have cried so many tears over the weeks re this case. It is one of the most horrific things I’ve ever read.
Baby Preston Davey was abused to within an inch of his life, & then beyond. For the pleasure of grown men 💔
Jamie Varley and John McGowan-Fazakerley are scum of the earth.
Jamie Varley said “I’m going to hell”.
Yes Jamie - yes you are and I hope that in the meantime, every day of your remaining life is made to be hell on earth.
Preston Davey, you poor innocent little boy. I hope you at least now rest in peace💔🙏🏻👼🏼
The social workers involved in this case must be investigated.
Honestly, my heart & my head hurts 😔
Sunday lunch at your grandmother's table, 1960:
- A proper joint, roasted in its own dripping, scenting the house an hour before anyone sat down
- Yorkshire puddings risen on beef dripping and eggs from a farm down the lane
- Roast potatoes crisped in the beef fat
- Gravy made from what was left in the tin
- A suet pudding to follow
- A wedge of cheddar to finish
- Three generations round one table for the best part of two hours
Sunday lunch at a good many British tables now:
- A supermarket chicken basted in sunflower oil it never asked for
- Yorkshire puddings shaken out of a freezer bag
- Roast potatoes from a different bag
- Gravy from a granule and a kettle
- Trifle lifted from the chilled aisle, lid still on
- Forty-five minutes, two generations if you are lucky, phones face up on the cloth
Sunday lunch held the centre of the British week for the thick end of four centuries. Surveys now suggest only about one in five of us sit down to one with any regularity, and the share falls further the younger you go.
Nobody banned it. The joint is still in the butcher's window and the afternoon is still free. The only ingredient that has gone missing is the will to bother.
What socialism reliably produces, when imposed, is not equality but a closed caste. The Soviet nomenklatura had its sealed stores, hospitals, schools, and dachas. The Chinese Communist Party’s “princelings”—Xi Jinping among them—inherited political position as straightforwardly as any Habsburg. North Korea has produced three generations of Kims; the Castros gave Cuba six decades of dynastic rule. The empirical record is uncontested: every long-running communist regime has frozen its founding elite into a hereditary aristocracy. The system that promised to abolish class only ever abolished the class mobility that threatens its rulers.
Anthony Albanese owes Pauline and her children an apology. His misogyny towards her is off the scales
Remember I said Pauline had suffered more MISOGYNY than anyone in Australia? And she never complains about it?
Well, one of Anthony Albanese’s favourite performers - Pauline Pantsdown - performed in his offices in 1998, at the election party….
For years the trans act PAULINE PANTSDOWN harassed Pauline, and was cheered on to do so by the left. But just consider this, the man that would become PM hired a trans singer to sing the song “I'm a Backdoor Man”
A song that claimed @PaulineHanson was performing a*al sex with the Ku Klux Klan. Is homosexual. And is not human
Really Albo? You stooped that low? I have no words. Just think of Pauline’s children, her daughter Lee was only 13, her brother Adam was just 16. Even her eldest two were only in their early 20’s
The taxpayer funded Triple J played the song constantly, and it ended up #5 on Hottest 100, in 1997. Read the lyrics, honestly they’re horrific
I'm as glorious as can be, Pauline
I wonder what the end will be, Pauline
Yes
Here I am
I find this very hard
but I look at it this way
I'm a backdoor man,
I'm very proud of it
I'm a backdoor man,
I'm homosexual
I'm a backdoor man, yes I am,
I'm very proud of it
I'm a backdoor man,
I'm homosexual , giggles
Backdoor,
Clean up our own backdoor
We need to get behind,
And we'll do trade with you
Backdoor,
All our fears will be realised
But I'm a happy person
Because I'm a backdoor man,
Yes I am giggles
Sending you forget-me-nots
To help you to remember
Ummm um um um um um um um um
What I've called for is a
Homosexual government, yeah
Join us, be one of us
come out, be one of us, yeah
I'm very proud,
That I'm not straight
I'm very proud,
That I'm not natural
You know, I'm not human
Someone hit me on
The head one day, yeah
You know, I'm not human
Someone hit me on
The head one day and,
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Poor Pauline,
Poor Pauline,
Poor Pauline
I like trees,
And I like shrubs and plants
And trees and shrubs and plants
But I've put the fence up now
So they can't get in, yeah
Please explain, Me, me me
Please explain me, me me
Please explain me, me me
Please explain
Poor Pauline,
Poor Pauline,
I'm a gory as can be Pauline
And her fame
I'm a backdoor man
I'm very proud of it
I'm a backdoor man,
I'm homosexual
And back here,
This is a circular driveway
I still work and I worked
Just the other night
I'm rostered on, I
Think for next week
Now a gentleman came up
And told me, he said that
"Other people don't receive"
They've got to accept here inside
Or I'm saying that
They up and leave
Yes, it's a little bit country,
It's a little bit country, country, Country
It's a little bit rock and roll
If you ask me
Yes, it's a little bit country,
of course, of course, of course,
Her horse,
Will neigh, neigh, neigh,
Pauline
I'm very proud
That I'm not straight
I'm very proud
That I'm not natural
I'm a backdoor man
For the Ku Klux Klan
With very horrendous plans
I'm a very caring potato.
We will never have the chance
I'm a backdoor man
For the Ku Klux Klan
With very horrendous plans
I'm a very caring potato.
We will never have the chance
Please explain, ME
Me me
Please explain
Please explain, Me
Me me
Please explain
Please explain, Me
Please explain, me me
Please explain,
Thank you
Please explain,
Please explain, thank you
Disgraceful.
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