I am furious about this to a degree that it's hard to express.
This is important.
Shabana Mahmood is laying out plans for more asylum seekers to come to the UK using a 'Community Sponsorship Scheme' but very few people know what this entails.
I am so angry not just for the reasons that are clearly obvious to everyone but also due to the fact that this was all laid out in the Fabian Society's publication 'Lawful & Fair' in June 2023. Keep in mind that almost our entire cabinet are Fabians including Shabana.
It says: '“In addition, the UK should create a single ‘community welcome’ route to enable communities to sponsor refugees. The UK Refugee Service would be responsible for administering a single, uncapped, additional, sponsorship route. This community welcome route would allow citizen groups (including faith, charity and community groups as well as universities and employers) to sponsor refugees, building on existing schemes including the community sponsorship scheme and the Homes for Ukraine scheme, but not restricted to any particular nationality. Sponsorship also has the benefit of injecting community voice into the system and improves integration outcomes.”
This means that, for example, Mosques could make use of that uncapped sponsorship route to bring in as many 'asylum seekers' as they choose to sponsor. No doubt with shady foreign funding. Then the government would call that 'integration' because they had integrated into the Muslim 'community'.
And it says:
“A community-based welcome strategy would fit and move in lockstep with a new national refugee policy (for example, requiring a minimum level of refugee resettlement in all local authorities) and with a single community welcome sponsorship scheme for all nationalities, as outlined above, but encompassing all new arrivals.”
Got that? 'A minimum level of refugee resettlement in all local authorities'.
The document also makes the case for:
- The right to work for all asylum seekers after 6 months
- Making all kinds of migrants including asylum seekers British Citizens as soon as possible
- Building an industry out of asylum seeking within a 'UK Refugee Service' with 1,000 staff
- An online portal for applications from Afghanistan, Libya, Syria, Yemen, etc
- Speeding up approvals and blanket approving claims from certain countries
What this means, as is so clearly obvious to us all is that this government, from before its first day in office has been following a playbook that has been decades in the making.
They are not listening. They are not reacting to events or changing course based on evidence. They are locked in and utterly convinced of their righteousness. They simply do not care what you think or what evidence exists.
This is echo chamber thinking at its worst. Groups convincing themselves that they are correct and then gradually, collectively working their way into positions of leadership in order implement their master plan.
I covered this 'Lawful & Fair' document in quite some detail in a youtube video last year. I'll link that in the comments.
The Fabian Society is not just a think tank. It's a network. A belief system. A cult.
This will be looked back on and studied in the future as a political disaster of civilisational proportions. That's if it's us that get to write the history books.
I'm utterly disgusted by what our political system has produced. Tone deaf, ill informed, philosophically infantile, economically illiterate, virtue signaling dim wits.
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This is the judge who REFUSED Lucy Connolly her appeal after she was convicted for a social media post.
Meanwhile this very same judge CUT the sentence of Labour's Lord Ahmed by THREE YEARS after he was convicted of child sex offences. His sentence was reduced to just two and a half years from five and half years.
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@DanielGoldersUK@Rossva1189@Deedy2201@MatthewStadlen It's certainly true of the teaching profession and, to a lesser but increasing extent, the armed forces, both of which I have worked/served in. Even in public schools, the ideology has spread as teachers cross from state schools into public schools.
We Are Not Failing to Stop the Boats. We Are Choosing Not To
The small-boats crisis is no longer a failure of policy. It is a refusal to apply one. The British state knows how to stop these crossings. It chooses not to. Everything else is smoke, mirrors, and motion designed to disguise that fact.
We have paid France £480 million to help protect our border. Not symbolically. In hard cash, over a fixed period, for a stated purpose. A country does not hand over half a billion pounds unless it expects cooperation, and a country that accepts that money is, by definition, willing to help. Yet the boats still leave French beaches in broad daylight. They are tracked, filmed, and escorted across one of the most monitored stretches of water on earth before being delivered into Britain. That is not failure. It is consent dressed up as effort.
The missing step is obvious and never addressed. Cooperation is not the obstacle, so the answer is simple. Anyone intercepted in the Channel should be returned to French shores. No asylum claim. No processing theatre. No reward for illegal entry. The Royal Navy has the ships, the discipline, and the command structure to intercept safely and decisively, separating crews from passengers and enforcing a clear outcome. That single rule would end the trade overnight. Smugglers know it. Migrants know it. Ministers know it. Which is precisely why it is never applied.
Instead, we are offered distraction. Patrols that observe but do not enforce. Payments that continue regardless of outcome. And now, a new sleight of hand: China.
Keir Starmer's "landmark" deal with Beijing to share intelligence on Chinese engines is the latest attempt to move the argument anywhere except where it belongs. We are told that sixty per cent of the engines are Chinese, as if the nationality of an outboard motor explains why tens of thousands of people are delivered safely into Britain each year. It does not. Engines are replaceable. Routes are not. What makes the journey worthwhile is not the boat, but the guarantee of arrival.
If every Chinese engine vanished tomorrow, the crossings would continue. Different engines. Different suppliers. Same beaches. Same outcome. Because the policy signal remains unchanged: reach British waters and you will be brought ashore. That is not border control. It is assisted entry with uniforms and paperwork attached.
This is why the Royal Navy is kept at arm's length. Not because it lacks ships or skill, but because once interception becomes enforcement, the question of return can no longer be dodged. And once that question is answered honestly, the entire performance collapses.
Calling this problem "complex" insults the public. The solution already exists. It is not applied because the outcome is tolerated. The £480 million paid to France is not buying deterrence. It is buying plausible deniability. The China deal is not smashing gangs. It is smothering scrutiny.
And while this theatre continues, the cost is not abstract. It is paid in pressure on housing, policing, and public trust. It is paid in the erosion of social cohesion. And it is paid most heavily by women and girls, who are asked to absorb the risks of a system that refuses to enforce its own borders while insisting everything is under control.
Everyone can see this now. The pretence is threadbare. Yet the government persists with the lie, because admitting the truth would require doing the one thing it will not do.
The boats keep coming not because we cannot stop them, but because we choose not to.
"The Royal Navy has the ships, the discipline, and the command structure to intercept safely and decisively, separating crews from passengers and enforcing a clear outcome."
The middle classes trying to “help the poor” by imagining them as a sort of wandering Mediterranean peasant tribe living entirely on quinoa, olives and preserved tropical fruit, is hilarious.
It reminds me of Orwells, The road to Wigan Pier where the "socialist, sandle-wearing nudists" couldn't understand why a bloke 3000 ft down a mine for 16 hours a day wouldn't just eat "carrots and brown bread".
You can almost picture the meeting in Islington now: Twelve Guardian readers in novelty glasses sat around a "rustic" reclaimed scaffold-board table discussing “food insecurity” while eating houmous made by a transman called Luca. Somewhere in the distance a Labrador named Atticus is having its pronouns inscribed on its collar, looking pittifuly at the bowl of vegan kibble in its bowl.
“Right comrades,” says Arabella, Senior Inclusion Consultant for the Department of Sustainable Snack Equity, “what do the working classes need most in this difficult economic climate?”
A silence falls.
Then Tarquin, who once saw a roofer buying a Monster Energy in Camden, whispers:
“Fonio.”
And suddenly the room erupts.
“Yes!”
“Brilliant!”
“That’s what poor people eat!”
“Can we get some ethically sourced candied fruit in there too?”
Before long the electronic whiteboard resembles the following:
AUBERGINES
QUINOA
PRESERVED TROPICAL FRUIT
PLANTAINS
BUCKWHEAT
GHERKINS
MIXED PRESERVED FRUIT AND NUTS
OLIVES FOR OIL PRODUCTION
Olives FOR "OIL PRODUCTION."? What the actual fk does that even mean?
When Dave from Doncaster is staring at his electric meter wondering whether to heat the house or eat, what he’s really crying out for is "easier access to industrial olive inputs."
No potatoes though - not proper ones. No.
“Processed potatoes”, which sounds less like food and more like something served in a prison during a chemical spill.
Who exactly are these people imagining when they write this stuff?
It certainly isn’t normal British people.
Working class mums aren’t wandering around Farmfoods muttering, “Ooh Sharon, thank Christ the tariffs are down on preserved citrus fruits, the kids were devastated.”
Nobody in a council estate has ever burst into tears with relief over the availability of “mixed fats and oils.”
No bloke has ever staggered into Greggs after a twelve hour shift fitting kitchens thinking, “I could murder some fucking fonio.”
It reads less like an essentials list and more like the contents of Mockney wanker, Jamie Oliver's dream.
The sheer detached insanity of the categories themselves:
“Plant based drinks.”
What happened to milk?
Is milk is now too "problematic"? We know cow farts cause concern but is milk now too "colonial", or "too bovine-adjacent"?
Instead the poor shall drink warm oat sludge made in a converted warehouse by a trustifarian and sociology graduate named Finbar.
Meanwhile actual British essentials are nowhere to be seen:
No tea bags, butter, sausages, bacon, chicken nuggets, fish fingers, frozen chips, cider, fags, painkillers, loo roll, pet food, Yorkie bars, Angel Delight or multipack crisps from Home Bargains .
Nothing remotely recognisable to the people this policy is supposedly for.
This isn’t about "helping poor people" , it’s about the middle classes fantasising about what they imagine poor people SHOULD be.
Ethical little vegetable consumers nibbling dried papaya while discussing decolonising air fryers.
The modern British political class genuinely believes poverty means not having enough avocados.
And somewhere in Whitehall there is probably a civil servant earning £84,000 a year who sincerely thinks a bloke from Barnsley is only three tariff reductions away from embracing quinoa.
The whole thing feels like it was written by someone whose only exposure to poverty came from watching Femi buying kids t-shirts.
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The Netherlands is the size of Wales. It is also the second-largest agricultural exporter on the planet by value, shifting roughly €100 billion of food a year out of a country you can drive across in an afternoon. The system that built this has been running, refining itself, since the 1950s, and feeding most of northern Europe in the process.
It is also the diet that built the Dutch themselves. In 1850, the average Dutchman was 5 foot 5, among the shortest in Europe. Today he stands 6 foot, the tallest in the world. The variable, by every cross-country analysis ever run on the question, was dairy. Cheese, butter, milk, repeated every day, for six generations, on a national scale. The Netherlands grew its population upward by feeding them what the soil and the cow could produce together.
In 2019, a Dutch court ruled that the country's nitrogen emissions, principally ammonia from livestock manure, exceeded EU limits. In 2022, the government published a target: halve nitrogen emissions by 2030. According to its own modelling, this required closing roughly 11,200 farms and significantly reducing livestock numbers on a further 17,600.
€25 billion was allocated to buy farmers out. Voluntary first. Then forced, if the voluntary route did not deliver. Nitrogen minister Christianne van der Wal informed the country, in public, that there was no better offer coming.
The farmers responded by driving tractors onto motorways, blocking distribution centres, and inverting the Dutch flag. Forty thousand of them gathered in central Netherlands in a single day. The police were briefly issued with shovels because the tear gas was running low and the farmers had brought slurry.
The protest did not stop the policy. The BBB party, formed by farmers in response, briefly became the largest force in the Dutch Senate, the coalition government softened some elements, and the rest continued. The Dutch dairy farmer who built his herd in 1985 is, in 2026, either gone, going, or being offered 120% of his land's value to leave. He is being offered this because the cow that built the tallest population on Earth is, by spreadsheet, now the problem.
Meanwhile, in the same country, Schiphol airport, KLM, and the Dutch chemical industry collectively emit nitrogen oxides the dairy sector cannot match, and have been treated with significantly more diplomatic care.
The farmer is the easiest fight because the farmer is one man, on one piece of ground, with one tractor.
The chemical plant is owned by a board.
Boards do not get bought out at 120%. They get consulted.
A pasture in the Lincolnshire Wolds has carried cattle for a thousand years.
It's worked by the Crawford family. Has been since the reign of George IV. Two hundred years of calving in the small hours, of bringing the herd in before storms, of two hundred years of knowing that the Lincoln Reds prefer the south-facing slopes in spring and the sheltered hollow when the wind comes off the North Sea in October.
In 2025, a solar developer offered them £1,250 an acre per year, index-linked, on a forty-year lease. The suckler herd was running at a loss before subsidy. With subsidy, the margin was thin enough that one bad winter or one TB reactor wiped it out.
The family is thinking about it.
You can't blame them. The maths is not subtle. The maths is a father and a son walking the herd at first light, neither of them speaking, both of them knowing that the figure on the developer's letter is more than the farm has cleared in a decade.
If they sign, the panels go up in 2027.
The herd will be dispersed at Louth, which is now the last remaining livestock market in Lincolnshire. Two hundred head of one of the oldest beef breeds in Britain, descended from cattle the Norse settlers brought across the North Sea, finished on grass without a grain of cereal, broken up and sold to whoever turns up with a trailer. Fewer than five hundred original-population Lincoln Reds remain in the world. The Crawford herd was one of the larger ones.
The barn becomes a substation. The cattle grid gets lifted. The hedge the great-grandfather planted in 1958 gets pulled out to widen the access track for the construction lorries.
The Crawfords did not choose this. The economics were engineered, in Westminster, over fifteen years, to make this the only sensible option.
The panels are not the villain. The panels are the symptom.
The villain is a country that decided British beef mattered less than electricity it could have generated from the roof of the Amazon warehouse outside Grantham. The shelf in the supermarket where the Lincoln Red used to sit will be filled, quietly, by Irish beef, then Australian, then Brazilian, and nobody will tell the shopper why the country stopped feeding itself.
The roof of the warehouse is still empty.
The herd is gone.
Britain is broke.
Not a recession broke. Not a bad year broke. Properly broke.
The shop costs twice as much for half a trolley.
The heating clicks off at nine.
The petrol is creeping up again because of a war you did not vote for, in a strait you cannot find on a map.
The NHS has seven million people waiting.
The streets are not safe.
The kids cannot leave home.
The pensioners cannot pay their bills.
Meanwhile.
£8 million a day on asylum hotels.
£15 billion a year on foreign aid.
£24 billion borrowed in April alone, the worst since Covid.
Ask why and you are a bigot.
Ask again and you are a racist.
Ask a third time and you are a fascist, a far right hate monger, a danger to society.
Millions of decent British people are not angry because they are bad.
They are angry because they have not been put first in their own country, in their own lifetime.
Not once.
Not under Tories.
Not under Labour.
Not under Lib Dems.
Not under coalitions.
Thirty years of being told the queue starts behind everyone else, including the people who only arrived yesterday.
This is not racism.
This is exhaustion.
And it is justified.
I have refrained from talking about Henry Nowak so far because I was too angry. I remain too angry.
I'm angry at the scumbag who stabbed an 18-year-old boy to death. Who drove a blade into the back of his legs to stop him from running, then finished him by skewering him through the chest with an 8-inch blade. All while that poor boy tried desperately to escape.
I'm angry that the same scumbag then cried "racism" to cover his tracks, claiming self-defence after pursuing and butchering an innocent boy who just wanted to get home.
I'm angry at the parents who tried to hide the murder weapon and shield their killer son from justice, putting blood loyalty above any sense of right and wrong.
I'm angry at the police who handcuffed a bleeding teenager while he cried "I'm dying" and "I can't breathe," and let him bleed out in the street. All because his attacker cried racism.
I'm angry at the judge who has introduced manslaughter as an alternative verdict before the jury even had a chance to decide. Robbing Henry's family of the proper verdict on what was clearly cold-blooded murder.
I'm angry at a nation that grants religious exemptions so minorities can carry deadly blades in public while locking up natives for far less. A nation that has opened the floodgates to migrants who want us dead and now watches its own young bleed out in the name of "diversity."
I'm angry that we've allowed it to happen.
I'm angry.
COOKED UP IN RAYNER's KITCHEN
Five people have been arrested following serious allegations of electoral fraud in Tameside. The question every national outlet is avoiding is why Angela Rayner has not been called in?
The threshold for a voluntary police interview is possession of material knowledge relevant to an investigation. Rayner meets it on four separate grounds.
1. She received a formal written complaint on 12 April containing photographic evidence of the precise conduct under investigation. Police need to know who in her office received it, who decided not to act, whether she was personally informed, and what steps if any followed.
2. She employs the declared winner. She would know his political activity and whether he discussed the ward with her before or after 12 April.
3. The scheme was discussed in her kitchen by her activists at an event she hosted. Police need to know what she heard that evening and whether concerns reached her through any other route.
4. Internal Labour WhatsApp groups were used to coordinate the scheme and messages were deleted. As the senior Labour figure in the area, the question of which groups she belonged to and who she was in contact with requires an answer only she can provide.
A detective constable with this file would have put her in a room before the week was out. The failure to call her in is a choice.
Someone made it.
Andy Burnham's Greater Manchester Police know where Angela Rayner lives. Why have they not paid her a visit?
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How is it acceptable for someone with multiple documented links to organised crime, including public associations with the convicted getaway driver of police killer Dale Cregan, to hold such a senior position within the Labour Party?
Perhaps @AngelaRayner would also like to clarify how it was appropriate for convicted heroin dealer “Irish Immy” to be rubbing shoulders with herself and @JimfromOldham at the election count. Believe it or not, at the same time he was on trial and due in court, where he was found guilty of yet another offence?
Let me be clear:
The Labour Party has not merely been infiltrated by Pakistani gangsters. it is in open partnership with them.
There is far more to the Pakistani Rape Gang scandal than public officials fearing accusations of racism. This is about systemic criminal collusion, political cover-ups, and a betrayal of public trust at the highest levels.
The National Inquiry must extend its scope to include the Labour Party.
And for the sake of our democracy, Labour politicians must now take a stand and publicly oppose the infiltration of His Majesty’s Government by Pakistani criminal cartels.
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I’m not Maggie Oliver. I’m not Tommy Robinson. I’m a political campaigner. My purpose is clear: to expose the cover-up, explain the mechanics of corruption, educate the nation, and show people how to fight back. That’s why having failed to silence me, they’re now censoring my interviews. They know how dangerous my voice is.
Politicians, police, press and the CPS were all involved in fabricating evidence to try to falsely imprison me. And when they failed to maliciously prosecute me, the Labour Party itself tried and failed to sue me.
Holding those responsible to account, including politicians who traded children for votes, won’t happen unless many more of you stand with me. Every day I can continue to campaign, more people learn the truth. I leave it to you to decide what value I bring and why some of the most powerful politicians in the country have tried to shut me down.
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Two Hundred Thousand. Four Per Cent Removed. This Is the Record.
A milestone was passed today. Over two hundred thousand people have crossed the English Channel illegally since 2018. That is the population of Norwich arriving uninvited over eight years. Of that number, fewer than 8,000 have been deported. That is under four per cent. The boats keep coming. The removal rate stays static. And the government calls this a managed situation.
The numbers surrounding this milestone are equally damning. Forty-one thousand crossed last year alone, a thirteen per cent rise on the year before. Seventy-six per cent of arrivals are adult men. The threat level has been raised to severe. Foreign nationals imprisoned for sexual offences have reached a record high. Three hotel migrants were convicted of gang rape in Brighton last month. A 12-year-old girl was raped in Nuneaton by Ahmad Mulakhil, an Afghan who had arrived four months earlier on a small boat. He was processed, housed, handed a Home Office debit card, and left unsupervised in a community that never consented to the risk.
The small boats are not the whole picture. Nearly 3,500 asylum seekers from 112 countries including Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, Syria and Libya entered Britain using visa schemes designed specifically for Ukrainians fleeing the Russian invasion. The same countries MI5 has publicly identified as primary sources of Islamist terror plots against British citizens on British soil. And a secret Afghan resettlement programme was run under a superinjunction for years, meaning Parliament and the public were legally barred from knowing it existed. It cost £400 million. The public found out in July 2025 when the injunction was lifted.
This is how 200,000 becomes possible. Boats across the Channel. Legal schemes hollowed out and filled with nationals of 112 countries never intended to use them. Secret programmes run behind superinjunctions. And a removal rate of four per cent that has barely moved in eight years.
On St George's Day, April 23, the Home Secretary Shabana Mahmood signed a £662 million deal with France and called it a landmark. The detention centre at the heart of it holds 140 people. In the week that followed, French authorities intercepted 74 of 323 attempted crossings. The arithmetic requires no commentary. Days later the 200,000 milestone was passed anyway.
Meanwhile the 2039 accommodation contracts, worth an estimated £10 billion, sit quietly in the background. You do not sign thirteen-year housing contracts for a problem you intend to solve. You sign them for a situation you have decided is permanent, while maintaining for public consumption that the boats will stop and the hotels will close.
The lie is not that the system is broken. Broken systems can be fixed. The lie is that anyone in authority is seriously trying to fix it. The contracts, the interception rates, the removal figures and the milestones all point in the same direction. This is not failure. It is policy.
"A milestone was passed today. Over two hundred thousand people have crossed the English Channel illegally since 2018."
Khomeini and the Iranian Revolution of 1979 is one of history’s most brutal lessons in political betrayal.
The revolution was not only carried by Islamists. It was a broad coalition. Leftists. Marxists. Intellectuals. Nationalists. All united by one thing - they wanted the Shah gone.
And Khomeini let them do the work.
He waited. He let all the other groups help overthrow the Shah. And then - once power was won - he systematically began to eliminate all his former allies.
The leftists and Marxists who had fought by his side were the first to end up in the prisons and at the execution lines.
The Tudeh Party - Iran’s Communist Party - was completely wiped out.
The Mojahedin-e Khalq - left-wing Islamists - who had fought against the Shah were declared enemies and massacred.
The bitter point:
The leftists helped build the prison they ended up in themselves.
This is exactly the same pattern we see in the West today - where leftists defend an ideology that would kill them for their values.
History repeats itself.
And those who refuse to learn it…are already building their own prison.
The Man Advising Starmer on National Security Once Ran a Secret Backchannel to a Terrorist Group
This week Keir Starmer sat down in London with Ahmed al-Sharaa to discuss border security and migration returns. Al-Sharaa, now president of Syria, was until recently better known by his jihadist nom de guerre Abu Mohammad al-Jolani. He commanded al-Qaeda's Syrian affiliate. He was subject to a $10 million US bounty. He refused to apologise for terror attacks that killed scores of civilians in Iraq and Syria. Starmer's stated purpose for the meeting was to discuss how to stop people crossing the Channel. That is where British border policy now stands.
The man who arranged the groundwork for this meeting is Jonathan Powell, Starmer's national security adviser. Powell ran a secret backchannel between MI6 and al-Sharaa's organisation, Hayat Tahrir al-Sham, in 2023, when it was still a proscribed terrorist group. Under the Terrorism Act, arranging such a meeting carries a sentence of up to 14 years. Powell operated through his charity, Inter Mediate, using a legal loophole written for humanitarian organisations. His involvement was never publicly disclosed when he was appointed national security adviser. He remains in post.
Powell's fingerprints are on more than Syria. When the Iran conflict escalated this year, he had been advising during the preceding Geneva nuclear talks. He reportedly viewed Iranian proposals as a credible basis for a deal, a position that contributed directly to Britain's initial reluctance to support the US-led military response. The man advising Starmer on national security helped slow Britain's response to an Iranian regime that was simultaneously threatening British interests across the region.
Meanwhile, the border he is supposedly helping to secure is not being secured. The French deal expired at midnight on Tuesday. No new agreement was reached. Britain is now paying £16.5 million for a two-month emergency extension while negotiations continue. When the current three-year deal began in 2023, French forces were intercepting 46.9 per cent of Channel crossings. That figure has fallen to 33.1 per cent, the lowest since small boat crossings began. Britain has paid £475 million for a deal under which French interception rates have dropped by nearly a third. Macron promised sea interceptions last summer. Three have taken place.
Nigel Farage's assessment is blunt and difficult to refute. If you cross the Channel illegally, you have over a 90 per cent chance of remaining in the United Kingdom. That is not a border. That is a welcome mat with a processing queue attached.
And the processing queue is not shrinking. Appeals against rejected asylum claims have nearly doubled in a year to over 100,000. The deportation crackdown announced with such fanfare last week uses Blair-era legislation at half the rate Blair used it. The safe countries list excludes Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Eritrea and Somalia, the primary sources of small boat crossings. The men most likely to arrive unvetted are almost entirely unaffected.
And while the announcements multiply, the contracts tell a different story. The government is procuring new asylum accommodation deals worth an estimated £10 billion, stretching to 2039. You do not sign contracts at that scale and that timeline for a problem you intend to solve. You sign them for a situation you have decided to manage permanently. This is not a government that has lost control of its borders. The contracts prove it never intended to hold them.
"Under the Terrorism Act, arranging such a meeting carries a sentence of up to 14 years. Powell operated through his charity, Inter Mediate, using a legal loophole written for humanitarian organisations. His involvement was never publicly disclosed when he was appointed national security adviser. He remains in post."
Mr Starmer,
The world is watching. And for once, I’m not here to play nice or balance both sides. This is the one shot I get to say what millions already know in their bones.
You are not Britain’s Prime Minister.
You are a man who won an election and immediately began dismantling the very things the British people voted for in 2016. You are squatting in Downing Street while steering the country back into the arms of the institution it explicitly rejected.
If you will not stand down, the British people will make you.
Here is every claim you made today, stripped bare, no spin, no mercy:
1. “The Middle East conflict has now entered its second month.”
Thank you for the calendar update. While you counted months, the IRGC a group formally designated as terrorists by the United States, Canada, and others, continued running its London operations from 16 Prince’s Gate, Knightsbridge. You did nothing.
2. “The UK is working at pace for de-escalation and peace.”
Translation: we issued strongly worded statements. Results: zero. Your “pace” is the speed of a snail on tranquillisers.
3. “The war will affect the future of our country, energy and cost of living.”
It already is. Your green ideology and EU realignment have left Britain with some of the highest energy prices in the developed world. Pensioners choose between heating and eating. That’s not “the war.” That’s policy.
4. “We are well-placed with a long-term plan to emerge stronger and more secure.”
Record taxes. 7.5 million people on NHS waiting lists. Record small-boat crossings. Energy bills that could bankrupt households. If this is your definition of “stronger and more secure,” the English language just filed for divorce.
5. “I held meetings with business leaders…”
Photo opportunities. They warned you. You smiled for the cameras and carried on regardless.
6. “Energy bills will be cut today and fixed until July.”
A £117 cap that your own NI increases and green levies have already vaporised. It’s not relief. It’s an insult dressed up as compassion.
7. “The most effective way to support the cost of living is to push for reopening the Strait of Hormuz.”
Then why did you help shut down North Sea production and make us dependent on foreign energy? The hypocrisy is so thick you could spread it on toast.
8. “The UK is taking back control of our energy security by investing in clean British energy.”
Britain now pays the highest industrial electricity prices in Europe. Blackouts are on the menu. This is not “taking back control.” This is self-sabotage with better PR.
9. “Because the world is volatile, Britain’s long-term national interest now requires closer partnership with the EU.”
Let’s be honest for once: you are using a foreign crisis as cover to hand sovereignty, money, and decision-making back to Brussels without asking the British people. That is not statesmanship. That is betrayal by stealth.
10. “I will announce a new summit with the EU later this year…”
Re-joining by the back door while an Iranian terror-linked operation sits in one of London’s most expensive postcodes. The sheer gall is almost impressive.
You stood at the podium today and spoke of “British interests” while actively working against them. You swore you wouldn’t rejoin the EU. You are doing it anyway. You talk of security while leaving a designated terror network untouched in central London. You lecture about the cost of living while your policies make it worse.
The mask is not slipping, Keir. It has fallen off and shattered on the floor.
The British people see you clearly now: a politician who values international approval and Brussels goodwill more than the nation that elected him. You are not leading Britain. You are managing its managed decline.
The clock is ticking. Not in secret. Not in silence. Out loud, in broad daylight, across every pub, every kitchen table, every X feed and every street in this country.
History does not forgive those who sell their own people’s sovereignty for applause.
Britain did not vote for this.
Britain does not want this.
And Britain will not tolerate this forever.
The reckoning is coming.
And it will not be kind.
Britain First. No Surrender. 🦁🇬🇧
If you were to create list of people in the UK who really understand metal supply and demand, have built mines, know commodity economics, large scale industrial investment, project feasibility, permitting, development and finance: then it would not be a long list, but my name would be on it.
For all of the people who know that electricity is the future and that hydrocarbons are dying, that we don't need diesel, or gas, or liquid fuels:
Tell me where the copper is coming from.
Now do silver, tin, lithium and batteries.
For those of you say the future is nuclear, tell me where the uranium is coming from.
Tell me what price these would be at, and when it could be delivered.
Tell me how you are going to build grid resilience and more importantly grid inertia from renewables.
Tell me what your plan is for windless, cloudy days in the middle of winter.
Tell me what you will do to decommission and replace wind and solar every 10 to 20 years - and where you will dump all those unrecylcable turbine blades.
For every GW of renewables we have to build a GW of conventional back-up, or rely on the kindness of foreigners.
There is no magic metal shop.
There is no new physics that makes a 100% renewables grid work.
The greatest threat to humanity is not global warming, it is energy poverty.