No, no, no!!
You don't get to apologise for a poorly judged Tweet.
Its a serious criminal offence, now known to be a Cat 1A charge.
Straight to prison with you, NO BAIL, no mitigation!
I didn't make the rules! ๐คทโโ๏ธ
@TonyDabell@LeeJl206@ITV@ITVSport Can we just accept, regardless of sex, pundits are shite. If it's not women it will be Owen, Rooney or Dixon. The women aren't taking jobs from insightful and gifted orators
@RobKenyonReform@SteveSTID Remember the polling time has been extended as it is likely to be busy. if you are voting for Rob you can do it today. if you are voting for other candidates you need to wait and vote on Friday
Ten years ago your wife was murdered by a deranged man. Ten years later you've built a career on her grave, using her death to silence anyone who disagrees with you. That is not grief. That is industry.
You claim "far right extremism" is the threat. Yet in those same ten years, thousands of British children were raped by grooming gangs your party protected. A Sudanese migrant attempted beheading in Belfast. Churches burned. Synagogues attacked. Not by the "far right." By the imports you cheered.
You fear "democracy at risk" because people vote differently. You fear "social cohesion" because working-class communities object to their daughters being collateral damage. You fear algorithms because they let people speak without your permission.
You don't mourn your wife, Brendan. You monetize her. You weaponize her. You wave her memory like a censor's badge to shut down debate, to protect the rapists your party imported, to demonize the parents who actually tried to protect their children.
You have no morals. You have a brand. And that brand is built on the one tragedy that gives you immunity from criticism. How convenient. How profitable. How utterly, irredeemably vile.
Our world is at risk because of men like you. Men who import danger, then blame those who notice. Men who sacrifice children to prove their tolerance. Men who would rather police language than protect lives.
Keep writing your columns. Keep cashing your cheques. The rest of us will keep counting the bodies your compassion created.