Elon Musk begged Epstein to let him attend his wildest child rape parties! How many times did Epstein say yes to Elon? You can't ever pretend you didn't know!
@andyburnham The biggest change you could bring to British politics is if you only told the truth.
You won't, you're a Zionist and a Blairite.
You wouldn't last a week if you only told the truth!
@HowardCrowhurst So true! I believe the ancient metrological system is one of mankind's greatest creations and I couldn't thank John Michel and John Neal enough for their rediscovery of it. I started studying ancient metrology 25 years ago and I'm still just as excited by it as I always was.
Four words gave him away. NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION. That's not a leader talking. That's a man reading out a pitch somebody else wrote for him.
The man with all the answers, here at last to save a Britain he's spent twenty five years climbing over.
Burnham didn't win an election. Burnham was INSTALLED.
Four weeks. That's the gap between him becoming an MP and them fitting him for Prime Minister. No seat in June. Running the country by July, and not one of you was ever asked.
He isn't the change. He's the COVER STORY.
He says devolution. Power to the people. It's a SMOKESCREEN. Watch the salesman at the front and you miss the hands working behind him.
He didn't dodge the press because he's shy. He dodged them because he CAN'T ANSWER THEM. The Times watched his last interview and called him utterly unconvincing. Then he announced he's rebuilding the whole country and took not one question. Strange sort of saviour, won't take a single question about the miracle.
Watch the pitch. His direction is NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION. Fixed. Final. No say for you. Then he promises an INCLUSIVE team. Then refuses to name a single soul on it. Then tells you to ignore anyone who goes looking.
Inclusive. While he decides everything and names nobody. The most secretive move in politics, wrapped in the friendliest word in the dictionary, and the room clapped like he'd cured something.
The team was picked months ago. He's just not allowed to read out the names yet.
The salesman, caught pricing up the goods himself AND IT WAS NEVER SUDDEN
Last August, already the most popular man in his party. September, a network quietly forms around him. They call it Mainstream. January, he tries to get into Parliament and the Prime Minister himself votes to BLOCK him.
Blocked and it changed nothing. Five months later he walks through a different door like the lock was never there. The one man who could have stood against him folded inside the hour. No contest. A coronation, dressed up as a choice.
The Prime Minister tried to stop this and couldn't. So ask yourself who actually can.
WATCH THE TRICKS IN THE PITCH
He says a more streamlined state. Then announces a brand new Downing Street. New building. New staff. New bills. Streamlined, while making it bigger. You actually could not write it. The room clapped for forty five seconds and not one of them did the sum.
He says power will flow to every corner of Britain. But the hand on the tap stays in Manchester, in his fist. He keeps saying devolution, but the mayors he hands it to don't control the money. The Treasury does. The experts even have a name for it. A performed illusion of reform. Devolution isn't the gift. It's the wrapping paper.
Then he reached for Germany to sound clever. But Germany's regions have their own constitutions, power no centre can rip back. Britain has one Parliament, and it can take back every crumb overnight. Wallpaper over a promise with nothing behind it.
Then he walked off and took not one question.
THE BIT THAT HITS YOUR FRONT DOOR
Forget the sales patter a second. Here's what he's actually selling you.
He wants your water. Your energy. Your home. Sold to you as public ownership. So who sets your bill then. Not you. Not anyone you ever voted for. A handful of people you've never heard of, who answer to nobody.
Then he wants a tax on what your house is WORTH. Not what you earn. What it's worth just sitting there and because it's tied to house prices, the dearer your area, the harder you're hit. London alone, SEVEN BILLION pounds. Some homes, a THOUSAND pounds a year more. Just for owning the bricks around you. For a roof you already paid for.
That lands on top of the heaviest tax burden this country has carried since 1948. Before this man has passed a single law.
New office. New tax. New ten year plan. Spend, spend, spend. Tax, tax, tax. And nobody, anywhere, has told you what the bill comes to. Some rescue.
Now glance at the roof over your head. 172,000 children sitting in B&Bs tonight, and the homes that are left bought up for the Home Office while you stay on the list. Your own government, bidding against you for the same bricks. Funny, that.
MEET THE SALESMAN
He's run for leader twice. Lost both times. The public have never once chosen him for anything bigger than Manchester.
Watch how the great saviour actually moves. Blairite under Blair. Stayed under Corbyn when every other Blairite walked. Backed Starmer when Starmer rose. Now Reform surges and suddenly he agrees with Farage. Blair, Corbyn, Starmer, Farage. Four men, four directions, and he turned to face every one the moment it started winning. That's not conviction. That's a WEATHER VANE, spinning whichever way the wind pays best.
He sold this country compulsory ID cards twenty years ago. Hold that thought next time he plays the man who'll set you free.
A month into running our hospitals, patients were dying in their own urine. He opened an inquiry, then bolted the doors on it, and knocked back eighty one pleas to hold it in public. It took losing power for the truth to get out.
A grooming gang ran riot on his patch as Mayor. Three jailed out of ninety seven. His response was called supine, and supine is the kind word for it.
Twenty five years. Same pitch every time.
THE HANDS BEHIND HIM
One man gave up his seat for Burnham, and was already writing his lines while he did it. Both jobs at once. His chief of staff spent years on the payroll of Apple, Amazon and BP. Now he's the voice in Burnham's ear. The woman shaping his economy ran a think tank, walked into Downing Street, walked back out, and is on her way back in. Nobody ever voted for her once. Mainstream signed off the whole pitch months before he had a seat.
He didn't write a word of it. Somebody handed it to him finished and pushed him out in front of the cameras. He's the face on the front of it. Reading lines other men wrote. Taking the credit that belongs to the people behind him who'll never once step into view.
THIS IS THE PART THAT NEVER MOVES
Here's the bit the great man will never tell you.
The salesman at the front is the only part of this you get to vote for and the only part that ever changes.
Behind him sits everything that actually runs the country. Officials who never face an election and never leave. Lobbyists who cycle through every government no matter the colour of the rosette. Think tanks that write the policy before a minister reads it. Burnham's own right hand was paid by Apple, Amazon and BP. Not one of them British. Not one on any ballot you've ever seen. The money behind this doesn't stop at Dover.
The Cabinet Secretary who built the borders scheme is one face of it. There are hundreds more you'll never be shown. They were here before Burnham. They'll be here after him. Before Starmer, before the Tories, and long after Reform has had its turn.
They don't change the country. They just change the suit. Starmer in his glasses. Burnham with his accent. Different face. Same con. Same hands behind it.
You change the salesman. You never touch the people he's selling for.
He isn't the change you're praying for. He's a twice rejected man with a weather vane where his spine should be, wheeled out in front of something that was running long before him and will run long after.
It doesn't care who's clapping.
It just needs a face at the front, and a room that wants to believe.
Let's hear it for the IRGC Navy on Channel 16 VHF Radio:
"Attention all vessels, attention all vessels, attention all vessels in Persian Gulf and Sea of Oman:
This is an IRGC Navy warning.
Transiting in the Strait of Hormuz is only possible with IRGC Navy permission and on designated routes.
If any vessel attempts to transit the Strait without our permission, with AIS turned off, or outside the designated routes, it will be responsible for any consequences and any danger."
Judge Nap is asking all his guests if the Strait of Hormuz is open.
Here's the answer.
@TheEXECUTlONER_ My son was lucky enough to be given one of the pick's Robert Smith was using at the Isle of Wight festival this year by the security guards.
@petergates3@AndyBurnhamGM Democracy? Burnham wasn't even an MP a few weeks ago and now he's walking into the top job to lead the country without anyone voting for him to do that. What a joke our political system is!