@ZackPolanski So do you think that when Hitler and the Nazis started slaughtering Jews that all other countries should have just let them continue? Because that’s what’s happening in Iran. I’m just glad we aren’t a part of this stupid free movement of Europeans, bring back borders.
@BenGrahamUK There are far too many half brain fuckers in this country that will believe anything, I knew straight away that this would be the case because I’m not stupid, anyone with an above average IQ can see exactly what the government was trying to do.
@D162Michele The amount of aid that Africa get from western countries is huge, it should really be one of the nicest places to visit, but it’s still like this, what is actually happening to all the money?
@higgyboson@JohnCleese@Keir_Starmer Everyone with half a brain knew this wasn’t a terror plot to murder Muslims and in fact it was an event that is banned in many muslim countries because of it’s connection to terrorism, but of course the terrorist haven of the uk is happy to host these events.
@Sammy_canada2 Ban all knives from public, if I was in the same gym has him I would phone the police and tell them I feel alarmed and distressed that someone is allowed to carry a massive blade with them while they are at the gym, I thought they was for ceremonies only?
@bhuddamonk@stewybabe30 The British are the indigenous people of the Faulk lands considering it was inhabited before they arrived and just to let you know the Spanish that colonised Argentina were also white.
The Femi Oluwole Experience: A Masterclass in Failing Upwards
There are frauds, and then there are comprehensive frauds. The kind so complete, so unrelenting, so aesthetically perfect in their deception that you almost have to applaud. Femi Oluwole is the Sistine Chapel of this category. A man who has built an entire personality out of credentials that dissolve the moment you touch them.
Let us begin with the foundation myth. The origin story. Femi wants you to picture a voice from the margins. A champion of the excluded. The authentic working-class experience, filtered through Nigerian-British heritage, speaking truth to power.
The reality is funnier.
His father was a surgeon. His mother was a paediatrician. Two Nigerian immigrants who arrived in the 1980s and immediately entered the most elite tier of the British professional class. These are not struggling immigrants working double shifts at the care home. These are consultants. Private patients. Golf club memberships. The kind of immigrants the Guardian writes glowing profiles about while ignoring the ones drowning in the Channel.
Young Femi did not attend the local comprehensive where he learned about life the hard way. He attended Yarm School. Private. Fees currently around twenty thousand a year. The kind of place where they teach you confidence alongside Latin, where the concept of "structural oppression" is something you read about in sociology textbooks before returning to your en-suite dormitory.
This is the man who will lecture you about privilege.
But perhaps he struggled academically? Perhaps the private education was wasted on a mediocre mind? Oh, you underestimate the comedy.
Femi graduated from Nottingham with a 2:2. For the uninitiated, this is the grade you get when you have attended most of your lectures and submitted most of your coursework, but have mastered approximately nothing. It is the academic equivalent of "present." But Femi, persistent little creature that he is, appealed this grade. Successfully. Upgraded to a 2:1. Not through additional work. Not through demonstrated mastery. Through paperwork. Through the administrative equivalent of asking to speak to the manager.
And then? The job market? The crucible that forges adult competence?
No. Femi became an activist.
Not just any activist. The co-founder of Our Future Our Choice. An organisation so catastrophically unsuccessful that it achieved the precise opposite of its stated goal. They wanted to stop Brexit. Brexit happened. They wanted a second referendum. It never came. They wanted to represent the "will of the under-55s." The under-55s, broadly, told them to get bent.
This is complete, total, absolute failure. The kind of failure that ends careers, closes organisations, sends participants back to accounting courses with their tails between their legs.
But Femi had discovered the golden ticket. Failure pays, provided you fail in the correct direction. Fail rightward, and you are cancelled. Fail leftward, and you are funded.
By 2020, this man who had never held what critics generously call "an actual job" had accumulated a net worth of one million dollars. One million. From activism. From media appearances. From an organisation that failed so completely it became a case study in political irrelevance.
The funding, naturally, is mysterious. https://t.co/6KDLoZUEnv petitions have questioned the "never-ending funding." The Open Society Foundation has been mentioned. George Soros, the eternal benefactor of lost causes, hovers in the background like a spectral ATM. But Femi smiles and talks about grassroots support. The grass roots, presumably, that grow in the pots outside Mummy and Daddy's consultancy portfolio.
And when the political winds shift? When Labour finally wins in 2024 after years in the wilderness? Femi waits exactly one year, claims whatever credit he can for their victory, then jumps to the Green Party in 2025. The party he supposedly dedicated himself to making electable achieves power, and he immediately abandons it. Because the grift requires fresh territory. Because staying with winners means sharing the spotlight. Because principles are costumes, and he needed a new wardrobe.
But his true artistry lies in the accusation.
Femi has discovered that when you have no argument (in Femi's case, that's all the time), no evidence, no ground to stand on, you still have the racism card. And he plays it with the subtlety of a brick through a window.
He accused Kemi Badenoch of "supporting racism." Let us pause on this. Kemi Badenoch. Black. Female. Nigerian-born immigrant. Conservative. And Femi, privately educated son of two surgeons, called her the supporter of racism. The projection is geological in scale. The hypocrisy could be spotted from orbit.
He called https://t.co/LTPaCCOInn "overtly anti-Jewish." Richard Tice threatened libel. The legal letter arrived. Femi stood his ground because standing costs nothing when you have no reputation to lose and a legal defence fund with mysterious origins.
He is simultaneously victim and victor. The privileged boy who plays working-class martyr. The failed campaigner who lectures winners on strategy. The man who has never worked a real job who explains economics to people working double shifts.
The poppy controversy, where he managed to offend both sides simultaneously. The "not gay" video, a performance so bizarre it suggested a mind unravelling in real time. The Kate McCann tweet, described even by sympathetic observers as "horrible." Barred from Reform UK rallies. Barred from Labour conferences. The only political commentator in Britain too toxic for everyone.
That takes a special kind of talent.
Femi Oluwole is not a voice. He is a ventriloquist dummy for a particular type of cosmopolitan elite that needs working-class legitimacy without the inconvenience of ever meeting the working class. He is the human shield for failed ideologies, the professional apologiser for the indefensible, the living proof that in modern Britain you can fail at everything, switch parties twice, accuse everyone of bigotry, and still end up a millionaire.
Keep performing, Femi. Keep that disappointed face polished for camera. Keep explaining to the construction worker why his concerns about immigration are actually racism. Keep cashing those cheques with the invisible signatures.
The audience left years ago. They are not coming back. You are shouting into a void that echoes with your own irrelevance, and the only sound returning is the laughter of people who worked out the act before you finished your first sentence.
You are not the voice of a generation. You are the flatline of a movement that died of embarrassment. And history will not remember you fondly. It will not remember you at all.
Oh, Rachel... "stronger"? "More secure"?
How adorably... optimistic. You've borrowed £120 billion of other people's money, delivered £3 billion in growth, and you're standing there like you've discovered economic alchemy? Like we should applaud you for setting fire to the treasury and calling it warmth?
Let me ensure I understand your magnificent strategy: Debt-fueled stagnation. Borrowing your way to... where, exactly? The same place you started, only poorer and more embarrassed? You're not building an economy, darling. You're inflating a balloon with a hole in it, then patting yourself on the back for all the effort.
"Stronger." "More secure." You've just described a pyramid scheme with better PR. The only thing you've secured is your place in history as the chancellor who proved you can indeed spend money and achieve absolutely nothing.
You didn't build growth. You buried it under debt.
@ripx4nutmeg And this is supposed to be funny, did they slip some lsd into the drinks of everyone in the crowd, because they keep laughing at something.