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[Neil - not an orange peel.🦁🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 🇬🇧 @iamneilgor]

I really despise this government with all my heart.

[Christian @InTheTrenchesUK]

THE MAGUIRE DOSSIER

The Man Who Sold Smears for Forty Years

What you are about to read is fact. All the noise, the spin, the distractions they manufacture to keep you looking away removed. What remains is the absolute state of a country captured by men who pretend to be journalists while operating as weapons. This is not opinion. This is the receipt.

Meet Kevin Maguire. The journalist who isn't. The working-class hero who advises bankers for fees. The republican who takes money from monarchs. The anti-establishment crusader who has been the establishment's attack dog since before Tony Blair discovered mascara.

Kevin John Maguire wants you to know about his father. The miner at Westoe Colliery. The working-class roots. The South Shields grammar boy who made good. It is a compelling narrative. It is also the perfect cover for a forty-year intelligence operation.

Because Kevin Maguire is not a journalist. He is a weapon. Manufactured by the Fabian Society. Deployed by Alastair Campbell. Funded by BNP Paribas. And currently running "dark arts" operations against anyone who threatens the regime he has served since 1997.

Let us begin with the education. South Shields Grammar-Technical School. Not a comprehensive. Not a secondary modern. A grammar school. Selective education via the eleven-plus. The first clue that Maguire's working-class credentials are as carefully constructed as his Daily Mirror columns. From there to the University of York for politics during the peak of left-wing campus radicalism. Then Cardiff for journalism. The pipeline was clear. The Fabian Society had found its man.

By 1984 he was in. The Western Morning News. The New Civil Engineer. Then the Telegraph covering Labour from a right-leaning paper, learning the enemy's language. Then the Guardian as chief reporter. Then, in 1999, the return to the Daily Mirror as political editor. Specifically hired by Richard Wallace to "revitalize" political coverage ahead of the 2005 election. Translation: turn the Mirror into a Labour propaganda sheet with better photography.

But 1999 was significant for another reason. Maguire left the Mirror that year after accusing editor Piers Morgan of allowing "undue influence from Labour spin doctor Alastair Campbell on editorial decisions." This is crucial. Because it reveals that by 1999, Maguire was already inside the Campbell-Blair nexus. He knew about the spin. He participated in the spin. He only objected when Morgan got in the way of his access.

Campbell's diaries confirm it. 20 March 1998: "Meeting with Piers Morgan and Kevin Maguire." The three of them. The editor. The political editor. The spin doctor. Planning the narrative. Manufacturing consent. Selling Blair's wars to the British public.

And what wars they were. Maguire was political editor at the Mirror during the Iraq War buildup. While the paper pretended to be anti-war, Maguire was inside the room where the lies were crafted. The WMD fabrications. The dodgy dossier. The "45 minutes" claim. All of it passed through the hands of men like Maguire before it reached the public. He knew. He participated. He stayed silent. Or worse, he amplified.

But the real Maguire emerges in 2008. Smeargate.

Damian McBride. Gordon Brown's spin doctor. Maguire's "long time drinking partner." Together they attended planning meetings at Unite HQ with Derek Draper. The purpose? Create a website called Red Rag to publish sexual fabrications about Conservative politicians. David Cameron. George Osborne's wife. Fabricated stories about STDs and personal lives. The kind of filth that ends careers and destroys families.

Maguire wasn't just aware of this operation. He was a key source. The Guardian confirmed he was "approached and asked to contribute ideas for stories." He attended the meetings. He knew the plan. He provided the material. When the scandal broke in 2009, McBride resigned in disgrace. Draper disappeared. And Maguire? Maguire kept his job. Kept his platform. Kept his access. The smear artist walked away clean.

But not before one final atrocity. At a corporate lobbying event for Hanover Communications, Maguire made a "tasteless seminar remark" comparing David Cameron to Madeleine McCann. The missing child. The tragedy that consumed a nation. Maguire thought it was appropriate to use her name as a political punchline. Guido Fawkes called it a "sick Maddy Cameron jibe." The corporate audience laughed. The working-class boy from South Shields was now so embedded in the establishment he could mock a dead child and call it wit.

This is the pattern. The hypocrisy that defines everything.

While the Mirror's front page screamed about "banker bashing" and "fat cat bonuses," Kevin Maguire was advising BNP Paribas' clients for fees. Cashing in from the semi-nationalised RBS. Serving as "star turn" at corporate lobbying breakfast briefings where he told paying clients the opposite of what he told his readers. To the Mirror audience: "Gordon can win." To the corporate insiders: "Brown is finished." Dual messaging. Double dipping. The socialist who monetizes his access while pretending to fight the power.

The Fabian Society connection confirms the architecture. Maguire spoke at their events alongside Yvette Cooper. Promoted their ideas in his columns. The maximum wage proposal delivered at the 2009 Fabian conference was classic Fabian incrementalism. Not revolution. Permeation. Placing operatives in institutions and slowly bending them toward socialism. Maguire isn't a journalist. He is a permeation agent. A Fabian asset embedded in the British media for four decades.

But the operation never stopped. It just changed targets.

When Jeremy Corbyn became Labour leader, Maguire was there to defend the indefensible. Describing Corbyn's policy book as "bold, radical, fizzing with life-improving ideas." Using the phrase "Comrade Corbyn's little red book" either oblivious to the Maoist connotations or deliberately provocative. Either way, revealing himself as a useful idiot for hard-left entryism.

When Diane Abbott faced multiple antisemitism disciplinary cases, Maguire rushed to her defense. Questioning whether she deserved "loss of the whip" for her letter claiming Jewish people experience "prejudice" not "racism." Defending her July 2025 post referring to the Israel Defense Forces as "Jewish Defence Force" conflating Jewish community with Israeli military actions. Attacking BBC Question Time host Fiona Bruce for "appalling treatment" of Abbott. The pattern is consistent: protect Labour figures facing legitimate criticism while amplifying smears against opponents.

Then came the grooming gangs scandal. October 2025. Good Morning Britain. Maguire defended Labour's refusal to hold a national inquiry into industrial-scale child sexual exploitation. Emphasized that offenders were "not exclusively Asian" despite documented patterns in Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford, Oxford, and dozens of other towns. Viewers complained. Multiple complaints to ITV. One viewer noted: "Kevin Maguire spent his 5+min talking time defending Jess Phillips and not a mention of the victims."

Because for Maguire, the victims are irrelevant. The narrative is everything. Protect the party. Protect the ideology. Protect the Fabian project. Even if it means abandoning 250,000 raped British girls to local inquiries that will never reveal the full truth.

But the true face of the operation emerged in 2024-2026. The "dark arts" campaign against Nigel Farage and Reform UK.

The Spectator documented Labour's strategy: opposition research to target Farage through press smears. And there was Maguire, leading the charge. The "Nasty Nigel" branding. The Jimmy Savile smear amplification Labour's disgraceful attempt to link Farage to paedophiles. The "melted Nigerians" comment in the Daily Mirror: "the poison of horrors who would fill potholes with melted Nigerians." The coordinated attacks on Farage's £5 million donation, which Maguire obsessed over while ignoring Labour's own funding scandals.

The Hope Not Hate nexus. Maguire's Mirror platform used to amplify legal campaigns against Farage. The coordination with Alastair Campbell's "Rest Is Politics" network. Rory Stewart. The anti-populist front. All working together to smear the one political movement that threatens their forty-year hegemony.

And when Ann Widdecombe was murdered in 2026? Maguire's response was despicable. On Good Morning Britain, he suggested Reform UK were using her death as "a diversion to distract from the investigation." Susanna Reid called his remarks "despicable." Viewers called him "vile." "Outrageous." The man who built his career on smearing others had reached the point where he would exploit a murdered politician's death to attack her party.

In June 2025, after twenty years as associate editor, Maguire announced he had "asked to give up" the role. He claimed it was voluntary. The timing suggests otherwise. After Smeargate exposure. After the banker hypocrisy. After the grooming gangs controversy. After forty years of partisan activism disguised as journalism, the Mirror finally eased him out. But kept him on a weekly column. And gave him a podcast with Andrew Pierce. The operation continues. The platform persists. The smears never stop.

This is not a career. This is a forty-year psyop.

From the Fabian Society's permeation strategy to Alastair Campbell's spin machine to Damian McBride's smear operations to the "dark arts" campaign against Farage, Kevin Maguire has been the constant. The working-class cover for establishment corruption. The republican who takes money from banks. The anti-monarchist who advises the semi-nationalised. The journalist who isn't.

He has taken money from BNP Paribas while bashing bankers. He has taken talking points from Campbell while pretending to be independent. He has smeared Conservatives with sexual fabrications while defending Labour antisemitism. He has mocked murdered children and exploited murdered politicians. He has abandoned 250,000 raped girls to protect his party's reputation. And he has done it all with the confidence of a man who knows he will never face consequences.

Because that is the point of the Fabian strategy. Not revolution. Permeation. Embedding operatives so deeply in institutions that they become indistinguishable from the institutions themselves. Maguire doesn't work for the Mirror. He doesn't work for the Guardian. He doesn't work for the Fabian Society, or for Campbell, or for the Labour Party. He works for all of them, interchangeably, because they are all the same operation.

The British media is not free. It is a closed shop run by people like Kevin Maguire who attended the same schools, joined the same societies, attended the same conferences, and took money from the same banks while pretending to fight them. They smear outsiders. They protect insiders. They manufacture consent for wars, for grooming gangs cover-ups, for banker bailouts, for everything the establishment requires.

And when someone like Farage emerges to challenge them? They deploy the "dark arts." The Savile smears. The "Nasty Nigel" branding. The Hope Not Hate lawsuits. The coordinated media campaign to destroy anyone who threatens the regime.

Kevin Maguire is not the disease. He is a symptom. The symptom of a media class that has completely merged with the political class it pretends to hold to account. The symptom of a democracy where the opposition is fake, the debate is scripted, and the journalists are operatives.

But he is also the proof. The proof that the system can be exposed. The proof that the smears can be traced. The proof that the "long time drinking partners" and the Fabian conferences and the banker payments and the "dark arts" campaigns all lead back to the same place: a closed network of power that has captured British institutions for forty years.

The file is complete. The pattern is proven. The operation is exposed.

Kevin Maguire is not a journalist. He is a receipt. A forty-year receipt for the corruption of British democracy. Paid for by BNP Paribas. Signed by Alastair Campbell. Approved by the Fabian Society. And delivered to your doorstep every morning in a red-top wrapper, with a smirk and a sneer and the absolute confidence that you will never notice what he really is.

You have noticed.

[Sedd @SeddSezz]

This bastard Pat McFadden has committed an egregious act.

He has docked veterans’ benefits in a stealth raid on military pensions.

Former serviceman are being ordered to repay thousands of pounds because the Department for Work and Pensions classifies their military pension as “unearned income.”

It’s absolutely disgusting that migrants receive so many freebies when we can’t even see to the security of our own servicemen.

Why does Labour hate our armed forces?

[Donna Louise @DonnaLouise1212]

13 years old.

Walking down the street in Barrow.

A car pulls up. She’s shoved into the footwell.

For the next five years Ellie Reynolds was raped, beaten, drugged and threatened by Pakistani grooming gangs. They told her they’d cut out her tongue if she spoke.

When she finally went to the police… they arrested her.

While a fantasist’s lies dominated the headlines and the authorities looked the other way, real girls like Ellie were being destroyed.

This isn’t “far-right”. This is Britain’s shame.

Never again.

[Shunya @Shunyaa00]

MISSING – SELENA (12) & MAGGIE (10)

Selena and Maggie left to go to the Co-op in Caton at around 3pm on Saturday (1 August) and have not been seen by their family since.

They were later spotted around 8:30pm outside Lancaster McDonald’s with a group of girls unknown to the family.

They have never done this before. Their family are extremely worried.

Police, fire and rescue are actively searching the area with drones.

If you see them or know anything at all, contact Lancashire Police on 101 straight away.

Please share – help bring them home safe.

[Dr. Maalouf ‏ @realMaalouf]

HEARTBREAKING: Her 10-month-old baby was cut in half with a knife in front of her, her husband shot dead, and she watched them split her second child's head with a machete. They also cut off one of her hands.

This is life for Christians in Nigeria. The media remains silent.

[CONSTITUTION X 🇺🇸 @ConstitustionX]

🚨🚨 MARCO RUBIO JUST DROPPED A BOMB 🚨🚨
He stood in front of the entire world and said what almost NO ONE has the guts to say:
“We in America have NO INTEREST in being polite and orderly caretakers of the West’s managed decline!”
Read that again.
America is DONE accepting slow suicide.
DONE smiling while the West is dismantled.
DONE being the polite undertaker of our own civilization.
Marco didn’t whisper it.
He declared war on managed decline.
This is the line in the sand.
This is the moment.
DEFEND THE WEST. AT ALL COSTS.
The soft days are over.
The caretakers have been fired.
🔥🔥🔥 RETWEET IF YOU’RE DONE ACCEPTING DECLINE 🔥🔥🔥

[Steven Barrett @SBarrettBar]

The Manchester Mayor election is a fraud.

It must not stand.

[Christian @InTheTrenchesUK]

BARRY GARDINER: THE FILE THEY HOPED YOU'D NEVER READ

Meet the man who handed a Chinese spy's son the keys to his parliamentary diary, then voted to block a national inquiry into the industrial rape of British girls while his party leader dismissed it all as happening "sort of everywhere." Meet Barry Gardiner. The colonial administrator who never left the training ground. The orphan who monetised his own tragedy. The socialist who profited from property speculation. The security risk who lectures the country on patriotism. The chameleon who finally ran out of colours to wear.

He wants you to feel sorry for him. Father dead at eight. Mother dead at seventeen. The Dickensian orphan who lifted himself up by his bootstraps. It is a beautiful story. It is also complete horseshit.

Because orphans in 1960s Glasgow did not attend Haileybury and Imperial Service College in Hertfordshire. They attended the local comprehensive, if they were lucky, or nothing at all. Haileybury was a private boarding school with fees that dwarfed average Scottish incomes. It was founded to train the young men who would run the British Empire in India. Its purpose was not education. Its purpose was to manufacture administrators. Colonial officers. Men who could be dropped into any culture and extract value on behalf of the crown.

That is where young Barry went. Not to a school. To a factory. A factory that produced exactly the kind of person Barry Gardiner would become. Ideologically flexible. Institutionally loyal. Ruthlessly self-interested. Trained to serve whichever empire happened to be paying that particular decade.

From Haileybury to St Andrews. From St Andrews to Harvard. From Harvard to maritime arbitration. Ten years in shipping insurance. A field so gloriously opaque that entire law firms exist purely to explain what happened to the money. Cargo lost. Vessels reflagged. Beneficial ownership hidden behind six shell companies in three jurisdictions. Maritime arbitration was Barry's apprenticeship. He learned how to make simple things look complicated. How to extract value from confusion. How to move money in ways that no auditor could follow. He was very good at it. This will become relevant later.

By 1988 he was on Cambridge City Council. By 1992, at thirty-five, he was Mayor. Cambridge in the late 1980s was a Labour town where a privately educated shipping lawyer could stand up in a suit and call himself a voice of the working class and nobody was rude enough to laugh. Barry noticed this. Barry filed it away. Barry understood, correctly, that in British politics you can wear any costume you like as long as you wear it with confidence.

May 1997. Blair landslide. Barry Gardiner walks into the House of Commons as the new Member for Brent North with a red rosette pinned to a private school chest. New Labour needed men exactly like him. Men who spoke business fluently but wore socialism convincingly. Men who understood that the point of power was not to change the world but to be near where the money moves.

The Blair years were kind to him. Northern Ireland Under Secretary in 2004. Trade in 2005. Environment in 2006, where they gave him the invented title of Minister for Biodiversity. It sounded impressive. It meant precisely nothing. Barry was very good at holding titles that sounded impressive and meant precisely nothing. Then Brown became Prime Minister in 2007 and Barry was quietly moved to "special representative on forestry" before departing government entirely "by mutual agreement." Westminster code for "we noticed."

But by then the real career had begun. The property portfolio.

Between 2003 and 2009, Barry Gardiner ran a masterclass in how to convert the British taxpayer into a personal wealth generation scheme. He bought a flat in Pimlico for £246,500. He claimed over £11,000 in taxpayer money to renovate it. Then he sold it for £445,000. Profit: £198,500. The public paid to refurbish his flat. Barry pocketed the appreciation. A working class boy from Glasgow could not have dreamed of such a thing. A Haileybury boy called it a Tuesday.

His constituency was Brent North. Thirty minutes from Parliament. There is no rational universe in which he needed a taxpayer funded second home in Pimlico. There was, however, a universe in which claiming that home would make him substantially richer. Guess which universe he chose.

When the 2009 expenses scandal exploded and MPs were being dragged into the light one by one, Barry did what Barry always does. He blamed everyone else. He accused the parliamentary spending watchdog of "falsifying records, incompetence and lies." He demanded a public apology. He got his debts written off. Because of course he did.

This is the pattern. Take the money. Get caught. Blame the messenger. Escape without penalty. Remember it. It will repeat.

Now we come to the poison at the heart of the file.

In January 2022, MI5 did something they had never done before in the history of the modern security service. They issued a public interference alert to every Member of Parliament. About one person. A British lawyer named Christine Lee. MI5 named her, publicly, as an agent of the Chinese Communist Party's United Front Work Department. The CCP's foreign influence machine. The department Xi Jinping personally described as a "magic weapon."

And who had she been funding? For six years?

Barry Gardiner. Over half a million pounds. Poured into his parliamentary office. Sourced, MI5 confirmed, from "foreign nationals located in China and Hong Kong" and coordinated with the United Front Work Department itself.

But that was not the worst of it. That was just the money. The worst of it was who was standing next to him.

Christine Lee's son, Daniel Wilkes, was employed by Barry Gardiner as his diary manager. Let that job title sit for a moment. The diary manager. The person who sees every meeting. Every phone call. Every visitor. Every whispered aside in every corridor. The person who knows where the MP is at every moment of every day. The person who could tell a hostile foreign power exactly which parliamentarians were meeting Barry Gardiner, when, where, and about what.

Barry gave that job to the son of a Chinese Communist Party agent. And kept him there for years.

His defence was so pitiful it was almost impressive. He said the security services had been informed. He said they had never told him to cut ties. He said there was "no evidence" the money was from the Chinese state. He was, he told the cameras, "deeply distressed."

Not distressed at having spent six years operating as an unwitting asset of a hostile foreign power. Not distressed at having handed CCP adjacent personnel access to the diary of a British Member of Parliament. Distressed, apparently, that people were now noticing.

Daniel Wilkes resigned on precisely the same day MI5 named his mother. What a curious coincidence. What extraordinary timing. Almost as if Barry had known exactly what to do the moment exposure became inevitable, and had done nothing until that moment arrived.

The Chinese in Britain All Party Parliamentary Group, which Barry had chaired since 2011, was immediately dissolved. MI5 had identified the entire group as a CCP influence vehicle. For eleven years, Barry Gardiner had chaired what Britain's intelligence service now describes as a foreign interference operation, in the Palace of Westminster, in plain daylight, and nobody stopped him. Because he was too useful. To someone.

Ask yourself this. Out of 650 Members of Parliament, why him? Why did Beijing single out Barry Gardiner? What did they see that we did not? What made this man, specifically, worth half a million pounds and years of cultivated access?

Whatever the answer is, it is not flattering.

While all this was going on, Barry had another job. Defending Jeremy Corbyn from the antisemitism accusations that were burning through the Labour Party like petrol. On BBC Question Time in December 2019 he stood in front of a Jewish audience member and dismissed institutional antisemitism as "tiny." Sixty one members, he said. As if the industrial hatred of Jewish people could be measured in headcount. As if the point was quantity and not the fact that it was happening at all.

He attacked journalists asking Corbyn about antisemitism as "taking an opportune moment to get a dig in." He defended Corbyn's refusal to apologise. He told the Jewish Chronicle that Corbyn was not antisemitic, he was merely "critical of the politics of Israel." A distinction so thin you could see through it, which was rather the point.

Around the same time he was caught on tape at a private meeting with European trade unionists describing Labour's official Brexit position as "b*******." The party he was publicly defending. The policy he was publicly selling. B*******. In private. To foreigners. Because the private Barry has always despised the public Barry. The public Barry is a costume. The private Barry is a man who thinks his own voters are marks.

In April 2020 Keir Starmer sacked him. Along with the rest of the Corbyn ultras. Burgon. Lavery. Carden. Gardiner. The purge was clinical. Barry was returned to the backbenches, where a lesser man might have quietly retired.

Barry is not a lesser man. Barry is a survivor. Barry saw an opportunity.

Barry discovered GB News.

The pivot was surgical. The man who spent five years defending Corbyn from every accusation became the man who criticised Starmer on every issue. The Chinese funded MP became a fierce advocate for British sovereignty. The Corbyn loyalist became the elder statesman of Labour rebellion. And the man who had cost the taxpayer six figures in dubious property claims declared himself a champion of ordinary people.

In March 2025 he declared £1,950 for thirty hours of "various media appearances." Thirty hours. Sixty five pounds an hour. To sit in a television studio and undermine his own government while wearing the Labour whip. It is one thing to sell out your party. It is another to invoice for it.

Then came the betrayals. Not private ones. Public ones. The kind that only work if the people watching have short memories, which is why he did them on television, at speed, and hoped nobody would notice.

The WASPI women first. Three point six million women robbed of proper notice about their pension age changes. The Parliamentary Ombudsman had ruled maladministration. Compensation was owed. Labour, in opposition, campaigned on it. Keir Starmer, two years before the election, spoke in favour of a "just settlement." Barry Gardiner stood alongside them in photographs and promised the earth.

Then Labour won. Then Labour refused to pay. Then Barry Gardiner went on GB News on 21 July 2025 to be interrogated by Michelle Dewberry, who did not let him off the hook. And what did he say?

He said "successive Governments failed WASPI women." He said he was "deeply depressed" by Labour's response. He said the promises had been made.

He said all of this as if he had not personally made those promises. As if he had not personally stood with those women. As if the government refusing to pay them was not his government, his party, his responsibility. He treated his own betrayal as if it had happened to someone else, in another country, decades ago. This is Barry's superpower. He can watch himself commit a crime and file it under news.

Then came the girls.

On 9 December 2025, Parliament voted on a national inquiry into grooming gangs. A quarter of a million British girls, by the most credible estimates. Raped, trafficked, tortured, in cities across the country, over decades, by gangs whose ethnicity everybody knew and nobody would name. The victims were begging for a national inquiry. Baroness Casey had already recommended one. The public was demanding one.

Barry Gardiner voted no.

Barry Gardiner then went on GB News to defend voting no. He clashed with Matthew Goodwin. He was accused of "shifting focus off minority communities." An audience member asked him, on live television, "what are they frightened of?" Barry Gardiner had no answer, because the truthful answer would end his career. The truthful answer is that the Labour Party has for two decades quietly accepted the rape of working class white girls as an acceptable price for the votes of the men and communities who allowed it. Barry knew this. Barry voted accordingly.

His defence? "We promised local inquiries and we said there will be local inquiries." As if breaking rape victims into administrative units, borough by borough, was justice. As if the industrial nature of the crime could be understood by looking at each town separately. As if the girls in Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford, Oxford, Bradford, and countless other cities had been assaulted by coincidence rather than by a pattern.

Barry Gardiner stood between those girls and the truth. That is his monument. That is what he chose. And he did it, remember, while his own political ecosystem was describing the whole horror as happening "sort of everywhere," as if it were weather. As if it were bad luck. As if a quarter of a million British children had simply been unfortunate.

Then came the November 2025 endgame. The New Statesman ran a profile titled "Barry Gardiner, the Extirpator." Because that is what he had become. Not a critic. Not a rebel. Not a conscience. An extirpator. Someone who tears out roots. Someone who destroys from within.

He went on BBC Newsnight and fuelled speculation about Wes Streeting mounting a leadership challenge against Starmer. He went on GB News and declared the plot against the Prime Minister was "common knowledge." He described the Downing Street operation, in a quote that will follow him to his grave, as "f*****g children."

The staff of the sitting Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. The people running the country during multiple international crises. Barry Gardiner, on the public record, called them children. Barry Gardiner, whose own judgement was so catastrophic he handed a Chinese agent's son access to his parliamentary diary for eleven years. Barry Gardiner, whose own record includes six figure profits from taxpayer flats and half a million pounds from Beijing, was lecturing the country on maturity.

You cannot make this up. Nobody would believe it if you did.

So here is the file. Complete. Documented. Unarguable.

From Haileybury's colonial factory to shipping insurance's opacity to Cambridge's Labour theatre to Westminster's expenses trough to Beijing's payroll to Corbyn's antisemitism defence to Starmer's sacking to GB News's green room to the WASPI women's betrayal to the grooming gang victims' abandonment to a sitting Prime Minister's staff being publicly called children on national television by a man his own party sacked five years ago.

One career. One man. One pattern.

Barry Gardiner did not lose his way. Barry Gardiner has been on this way the entire time. The problem was never that he changed. The problem is that he did not. The costume changes. The convictions change. The party leader changes. The television studio changes. But the man in the middle, the man extracting value from every position he holds, the man serving whichever master signs the cheque, has been the same man since Haileybury.

The only real question left is not about Barry.

The question is about Brent West. The question is about the Labour Party. The question is about every institution that saw this file, in fragments, across three decades, and did nothing.

Because the file was always there. Anyone could have read it. Anyone could have added it up. MI5 read it and issued a public warning. The expenses watchdog read it and wrote off the debts. The WASPI women read it and were promised the earth. The girls read it. Or their families did. Or would have done, if anyone had bothered to ask.

Barry Gardiner is not an aberration. Barry Gardiner is what happens when a system stops caring who represents it.

And the final indignity, the one that should end this piece and end his career, is this.

He is still there. Still in Parliament. Still on television. Still drawing his salary. Still lecturing the country. Still calling other people children.

The Chinese Communist Party got value for money.

END.

[The British Patriot @TheBritLad]

I must admit that I hold Jacob Rees-Mogg in high regard; he is unquestionably an intelligent man.

Yet his decision to stand in Oxford and vote against the motion “Should the West be suspicious of Islam?” left me deeply disappointed.

He knows full well that Islam is a politically driven religion, that parts of the United Kingdom have become unrecognisable, and that the grooming gangs have been overwhelmingly Muslim.

He sneered at those on the right, hurled insults, then, to save face, deliberately produced a cross before offering apologies to his Islamic friends.

He is not blind; he is a coward, and he knows it.

We can all see this for what it is.

[Denise 🇺🇸 @NoDMsPerfavore]

DO NOT SHARE THIS! 😁
ILHAN OMAR IS REPORTEDLY FURIOUS THAT PEOPLE KEEP CIRCULATING THE PHOTO OF HER WITHOUT HER HIJAB. SHE CLAIMS IT IS "DISRESPECTFUL TO HER AS A WOMAN, AS A CONGRESSWOMAN & TO HER RELIGION." SO LET'S BE CRYSTAL CLEAR: DO NOT SHARE IT! DO NOT REPOST IT!

[Tommy Robinson 🇬🇧 @TRobinsonNewEra]

MY FULL SPEECH AT THE OXFORD UNION DEBATE

Once things had 'blown up' online about the illegal leaked footage, cut, edited, and published by @MiddleEastEye (a media outlet that is supportive of the Muslim Brotherhood) you can watch everything I speak about here clearly.

After being outed as the 'leakers' @OxfordUnion quickly uploaded the full debate, they had to, they had no choice.

People should be aware of the fact that they allowed a media organisation (supportive of the Muslim Brotherhood), curate a narrative using footage Oxford Union hadn't even published themselves at the time.

Remember these words - Taqiyya, Tawriya, Kitman and Muruna.

[Unmask The SYS @UnmaskTheSys]

🚨 UPDATE: FORT WORTH COP UNDER FIRE 🚨

This police officer is facing MASS demands to be FIRED after she issued a citation warning to a Christian preacher for “OFFENSIVE SPEECH.”

This is AMERICA, not Europe!

She literally said:
“If someone is offended by your talking, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!”
The retired cop fires back:
“That is a constitutional violation!”
Officer: “If they’re offended—”
Man: “I don’t CARE if they’re offended.”
Officer: “OK, we’ll write you a TICKET!”

OUTRAGEOUS.

Free speech is not up for debate.

Fire her. Now.

Share this so every Texas department gets the message.

[David Poulden Esq @DavidPoulden]

I say the London Trocadero should NOT be turned into a mega mosque.
@elonmusk should buy it and return it to its former glory.
Drop a ❤️ retweet and follow me if you agree.

[British Intel @TheBritishIntel]

An illegal immigrant who re-entered the country after being deported three times has killed a six-year-old girl. This horrific tragedy highlights the catastrophic failure of current border policies.

The system failed this child. Instead of being removed, the offender was allowed back in, only to commit murder. When governments refuse to enforce deportations, innocent lives are lost.

Every time an offender is allowed back in, another life is put at risk. Will Britain ever learn from these tragedies?

[Laurence Fox @LozzaFox]

My full speech at the @OxfordUnion debating whether the west is right to be suspicious of Islam.

I needed a security team to attend and we were spat at, bullied and heckled by a baying mob.

But I will not give up on free speech.

I will not submit.

[Paula @pmdillaway]

@HJB_News__ No.

[Lee Harris @LeeHarris]

This is a truly phenomenal speech by Jonathan.

Jonathan is such an intelligent, articulate man who is one of the kindest, warmest, and most genuine people I have ever met.

Please watch this.
You will not regret it.

[Paula @pmdillaway]

@BasilTheGreat Get the fkn army and shoot in the air , round them up and send them back.

[The Vigilant Fox 🦊 @VigilantFox]

RFK Jr. fights through Fox News' commercial break music to expose Dr. Fauci for funding research designed to HIDE human fingerprints on lab-created bugs.

Kennedy says Fauci paid Ralph Baric to develop a technique called "no-see-em," which makes pathogens more dangerous and covers up the evidence of human manipulation.

Baric went on to teach this technique to the "Bat Lady" at the Wuhan Lab.

Fauci knew this. Then spent years telling the public COVID came from a "natural origin."

RFK JR: "He was lying about the origins from day one. Why was he lying? Because he funded those studies at the Wuhan lab, and he funded the studies at the University of North Carolina that developed the techniques for weaponizing COVID-19."

"And then [he] gave those to Ralph Baric, his funded scientist at the University of North Carolina, gave those to Shi Zhengli, the scientist, the 'bat lady' scientist in the Wuhan lab. And he taught her a technique that Anthony Fauci had paid him to develop called seamless ligation, which is also called 'no-see-em.'"

"It's a way of manipulating the virus to make it deadly to human beings and then covering up the evidence of human manipulation."

"And why would anybody spend NIH money developing that kind of technology?"

"It's bioweapons technology. It has nothing to do with public health. It's the opposite. It's the inverse of anything you would want to do with public health."

"Well, he took that, and he gave it to the Chinese military lab at Wuhan."

HANNITY: "Mr. Secretary, it's chilling what you're describing. Chilling that this all happened."