“It is a moral responsibility for every citizen to disobey unjust, undemocratic and unethical laws.” You cannot comply your way out of tyranny. Fiat Justitia.
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“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same” ~ Ronald Reagan
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I’m bouncing from fury…to concern…to sadness…to disbelief…to anger…to despair…to rage…to overwhelm…to worry..
It’s exhausting. Utterly exhausting.
I feel worried sick about what the future will look like for my son.
I’m also worried for the people out tonight who are expressing their understandable anger at the impacts of out of control immigration on their lives & their fury at being ignored by politicians…Many of them are going to end up behind bars.
I hate what so many politicians & institutions have done, and are doing, to this country. I am furious about it.
We need significant change.
I pray that we get it. We must get it.
Food isn't a right.
The ability to acquire food is.
The moment food itself becomes a right, someone else becomes obligated to produce it, transport it, pay for it, or surrender it.
Civilization wasn't built so people could live off one another. It was built so people could cooperate through trade and produce enough that starvation became increasingly rare.
The systems most obsessed with declaring food a right are the ones with the worst record of causing famines.
I need the government to lock up criminals, defend the nation, build infrastructure, collect the bins, and a few other services - basic research etc. I’m not an anarchist or anything.
What I don’t need from the government is moral instruction. I don’t need them to tell me how to raise my kids. I don’t need them to nudge me into better dietary choices. I certainly don’t need them hamfistedly backdooring my devices to check I’m not doing anything they don’t like.
GTFO of my life, thank you. You’re not smarter than me, you aren’t qualified to manage me, please leave me alone.
59 years ago today, Israel attacked the USS Liberty in international waters. 34 crew members were killed and 174 were wounded by the IDF.
Today, I spoke on the House floor to honor the fallen and to recognize the survivors who were present in the gallery.
Mark, thank you. This is extraordinary. An official letter on Greater Manchester Combined Authority headed paper, signed by Andy Burnham as Mayor, addressed to Mayor Zhang of Tianjin, China. It's classified as Internal Personal and Confidential.
The letter praises the speed at which the Chinese National Government mobilised to contain the virus. The timing matters enormously. This letter was written in early 2020, the period when the Chinese government was actively suppressing information about Covid, silencing the doctors who raised the alarm and withholding data from the World Health Organisation. Burnham was commending their response at the precise moment the cover-up was underway.
The Tianjin connection also provides the institutional framework that makes the housing story considerably more significant. Manchester and Tianjin have a formal twinning relationship. That relationship gave Burnham a direct line to Chinese municipal authorities at exactly the time his GMCA was lending hundreds of millions in public money to a developer whose luxury towers were being marketed to Chinese investors in Hong Kong.
The letter is classified as Internal Personal and Confidential. A formal communication from a mayor to a Chinese counterpart on official headed paper, classified as personal. That raises an obvious question about what other correspondence exists in that relationship that has never entered the public domain.
My piece asked what the Renaker story tells us about Labour's relationship with China. This letter is part of the answer.
"There is no money lol"
Keep one number in your head the next time you get a version of this line from a government minister.
The British state runs 438 quangos - arm's-length bodies, boards, commissions, authorities - that between them spent close to £400 billion in a single year. That is close to a third of everything the government spends, roughly £1 in every £3 of your money, disbursed by people you did not elect, cannot vote out, and in most cases could not name if your life depended on it.
Nearly half a million people work in this shadow government. It sets standards, hands out grants, runs inquiries, issues guidance, polices whole industries, and shapes the country in a thousand ways that never trouble a ballot paper. It does almost nothing productive and is profoundly extraction, obstructive, and wasteful.
When one of these bodies fails - wastes a fortune, quietly captures itself, makes a decision that wrecks lives - there is no one for the public to remove, because the entire purpose of the arm's-length model is that the arm is held at a length from the voter.
I write often about a peculiar disease in this country, and the quango is the purest symptomatic manifestation of that disease's financial form: authority without accountability. Quangos raise this principle to the perfection of its art.
After all a minister who answers to Parliament can be sacked (even if their landing is often made soft). A government that fails can be turned out (even if, as per present convention, the morons comprising it often make out like the bandits they are). But a third of the state's spending now flows through a layer built precisely so that no one who controls it ever has to face you or answer your questions.
They hold enormous power over your life and your money and carry no responsibility for either - the exact inversion of how a free and functional country is meant to work.
And the government's response to this outrageous overspend, announced this week, is perfect in its way. Confronted with an arm's-length empire it cannot account for, it has decided to appoint more teams - to review it. A fresh layer, to scrutinise the old layer, answerable to no one in particular.
The bonfire of the quangos is promised by every government and lit by none, because the machine learned long ago that it will outlast any minister rash enough to threaten it. Instead it's more money, more waste, more white-collar corruption.
Sod the reviews, and the whole pantomime theatre that surrounds them. The principle that anchors our work at Progress, the principle, that runs through our whole programme, is that power and accountability must travel together, always, with no exemptions for the well-connected. Every pound the state spends will answer to a person the public can name and remove. Bodies that cannot justify their existence will be abolished; the functions worth keeping will be folded back into departments where a minister carries the can. The arm comes back within reach of the voter, or it does not survive.
438 bodies, half a million staff, a third of all you are taxed - and not one of them afraid of you. Fix that, and you have begun to fix the country. Leave it, and nothing else you vote for will ever quite take.
Why hasn’t the Chief Constable of Hampshire police, Alexis Boon, been sacked and lost his pension by now?
The handling of Henry Nowak was bad enough, it’s even worse after the revelations that they attempted to smear him as the aggressor just 3 days after he died.
Unforgivable.
Stop calling them "data centers."
These are massive surveillance infrastructure hubs built to monitor, track, and control every aspect of human life and they’re on track to lock 99% of the population into a total digital prison by 2030.
⚡🇬🇧🇺🇸 JD Vance: “Defending your culture isn’t radical. It’s reasonable.”
“To everybody in the UK who rejects that idea, I’d encourage them to just keep on going
It’s okay to want to defend your culture. It’s okay to want to live in a safe neighborhood. It isn’t radical.”
🇬🇧 Hampshire Police quietly rewrote their entire press release behind closed doors after Henry Nowak's father furiously fought against it.
They were actively attempting to push a completely false narrative about their son to the media.
Just three days after Henry's demise, Hampshire Police's press team presented their initial draft to Henry Nowak's family. They were appalled.
Henry Nowak's father, Mark Nowak, had to fight tooth and nail to stop the police from issuing a statement claiming Henry was the "violent aggressor" who had racially abused Vickrum Digwa.
Rather than standard bureaucratic back-and-forth, it was described as a moment of absolute outrage from his grieving family.
They refused to let Henry be blamed for his own death while the true perpetrator's lies were validated.
Faced with the father's intense anger and refusal to accept the draft, the police department realized they could not publish the text as written.
They backed down and completely stripped out the word "assaulted," changing it to the vague term "altercation" to pacify the family before releasing it to the press.
They had no evidence of any racial abuse from Henry but thought it was safe to automatically side with the foreigner's baseless claims of racism.
The British police are trained to be woke and side with foreigners by default.
This case is a pure example of two-tier policing in the UK.
Covid was a well planned and coordinated Psyop of gigantic proportion. It was a rehearsal for what the globalists plan for us, ordinary humans - total control and enslavement.
The deception, the manipulation, the fake science and the military-grade propaganda were all used to push a narrative that was false, dishonest and injurious to our health and well-being.
Never forget that and be prepared for the future. Think critically, question everything. Your life may depend on it.
The Telegraph has uncovered multiple NHS policy documents and mental health bodies explicitly calling for a reduction in the detention of black patients, because they are 3.5–4 times more likely to be sectioned under the Mental Health Act than white patients.
Nine current and former psychiatrists say they’ve been encouraged to limit the number of black patients they section, in order to cut this “over‑representation”, and they describe these policies as “scientific illiteracy” and “jumping on bandwagons”.
In other words, doctors are being told to worry about the racial balance sheet as much as – or more than – the actual risk a psychotic patient poses to themselves or the public.
That is not medicine, it’s ideology with a stethoscope.
And when you put race politics ahead of clinical judgment, the inevitable result is more tragedies blamed on “systemic failures” rather than the one thing nobody is allowed to criticise: the anti‑racism framework itself.
THE DOSSIER #6: Angela Rayner MP – The Hypocrite-in-Chief
Born 1980. Council house, Stockport. Pregnant at sixteen. No qualifications. The origin story writes itself.
You lasted less than a year as a care worker. Twelve months of actual work, then straight into UNISON. Shop steward. Full-time union official. The Fabian Society claimed you soon after. You climbed from activist to Deputy Prime Minister without ever creating a job, meeting a payroll, or building a thing.
You called Conservatives "Tory scum." You called them scum from your £3 million grace-and-favour flat. You called them scum while you underpaid £40,000 in stamp duty on your £800,000 Hove bolthole. "Inadvertent," you called it. Richard Tice called you "the biggest hypocrite in the land." He was being kind.
Sir Laurie Magnus investigated. The Prime Minister's ethics adviser found you breached the ministerial code. He noted you "did not heed the caution" in your own legal advice. Forced to resign on September 5, 2025. Disgraced. Yet still you cling to that MP salary.
You preach working-class aspiration while your property portfolio expands. You lecture homeowners about propriety while you forget to pay tax on your second home. You are the council house girl who discovered the establishment pays better than the estates ever could.
You backed scrapping winter fuel payments for nine million pensioners. You defended the two-child benefit cap hitting working families. You wanted to claw back child benefit from households earning £50,000 while you dodged £40,000 in taxes yourself.
You are the professional working-class activist who monetised her own story. The authenticity merchant who sold the narrative and kept the change. The inadvertent tax-dodger who deliberately climbed.
Your seat is safe. The estates you left behind are not.
Congratulations. You are The Dossier. Your betrayal of Britain is complete.
The same Lewis Hamilton who used a corporate leasing structure to save money on taxes (around £3.3 million in VAT) when acquiring his Bombardier Challenger 605 private jet in 2013? The same Lewis Hamilton who bought the £16.5 million jet through his British Virgin Islands company (Stealth Aviation Ltd) and who then set up an Isle of Man leasing company (Stealth (IOM) Ltd, to import it into the EU and sub-leased it to a UK jet management firm (TAG Aviation), which in turn provided it back to Hamilton and his Guernsey company under charter agreements? *That* Lewis Hamilton?
When DEI Replaces Medicine. Three Dead In Nottingham. The NHS Called It Reducing Inequality.
In May 2020 Valdo Calocane attempted to break into a neighbour's flat during a psychotic episode. Mental health professionals decided not to section him. They cited the over representation of young black males in detention. Hours later he attempted to break into another neighbour's flat. A woman was so frightened she jumped from a window and broke her spine. In June 2023 he stabbed Barnaby Webber, Grace O'Malley-Kumar and Ian Coates to death on the streets of Nottingham.
A Care Quality Commission representative visited the secure ward where Calocane was treated shortly before the killings. Standing on a ward housing twenty patients who had all committed serious offences the representative told the doctor words to the effect of we all know half of these people shouldn't be here. You're doing wrong keeping these people locked up, and that goes particularly for the black patients. The CQC subsequently noted that opportunities to stop Calocane were missed.
Prof Sir Robin Murray, one of the world's leading researchers in psychosis at King's College London, said the pressure to reduce black sectioning rates is akin to saying that it's very unfortunate that so many black patients are having treatment for prostate cancer, so we should decrease the number having operations. Black people have an increased risk of sickle cell anaemia and prostate cancer. Nobody calls urologists racist. A doctor said once a patient has psychosis, we shouldn't perform sociology, we should perform medicine.
Nine current and former NHS psychiatrists told the Telegraph they had been encouraged to limit the number of black patients they section to avoid over representation. Team members questioned sectioning decisions warning it could be construed as racism. One senior professor put it precisely. You are seen as failing if you admit a black person on a section. Admit a white person and it's clear they are very ill and needed it. Frustrated doctors said DEI had become an industry, with trusts employing diversity leads who had a financial incentive to allege racism in sectioning decisions.
Lord Sewell chaired the 2020 Commission on Race and Ethnic Disparities. His central finding was precise and simple. Racial disparities are not automatically evidence of racism. Disparity and discrimination are not the same thing. The Commission concluded that the evidence does not support claims of discrimination within psychiatry. The challenge was convincing vulnerable people in ethnic minorities that mental healthcare is neither a threat nor a punishment but something genuinely helpful.
The progressive establishment denounced the report as a whitewash. Activist groups and public sector unions attacked it. Media outlets amplified the outrage. Several commissioners were vilified online and professionally punished. The University of Nottingham rescinded the honorary doctorate it had awarded Sewell for his work in education. They said the report was too controversial. Calocane was also a Nottingham student. It was there that he first experienced hallucinations.
Emma Webber, whose son Barnaby was one of three people Calocane killed, told the Nottingham Inquiry that police and mental health services were spending far too much time worrying about discrimination and segregation and doing the wrong thing because somebody's of a certain colour or certain religion. If you're dangerous, you're dangerous, and it does not matter what colour you are or where you're from.
Sewell's closing observation is the verdict on all of it. When identity politics replaces evidence the consequences are not just intellectual. Sometimes they are deadly. Barnaby Webber. Grace O'Malley-Kumar. Ian Coates. Henry Nowak. Different institutions. Different victims. The same cause.
"Calocane was also a Nottingham student. It was there that he first experienced hallucinations."
The government would like a round of applause for having just announced their plans to create 50,000 apprenticeships in Britain.
Before you're tempted to give it, take a closer look at that figure.
Apprenticeship starts have fallen by almost 40% since 2015. The collapse was worst exactly where it matters most: Level 2, the entry rung, the first qualification a 16-year-old with no money and no connections ever climbs onto, is down 72%.
At the same time £400 million a year is poured into Level 7 - postgraduate courses for people who already hold degrees, the management classes topping up their CVs at the public's expense - while the boy who wanted to be an electrician finds the bottom three rungs of the ladder sawn clean off. Hope you can jump-good.
The mechanism is its own scandal. The Apprenticeship Levy this same political class brought in to fund all this, back in 2017, achieved the opposite: between 2019 and 2022 some £3.3 billion of it went unspent and was handed straight back to the Treasury. So they returned, unused, more than four times the £725 million package they are asking you to cheer today. They had the money. They had it, and they posted it back, because they're clueless morons, inept to the very tips of their fingers, with no idea what to do with it.
And now that bill lands on everyone. The skills shortage costs Britain between £30 and £39 billion a year in lost output, and 76% of employers cannot fill the roles in front of them. None of it is fate. Germany and Switzerland send roughly half of every year's school-leavers through serious apprenticeships and build the most capable workforces in Europe; we closed our further-education colleges and watched adult enrolment fall from 3.2 million to 1.6 million in a single decade.
Where the government counts 50,000 places, we're going to build a consensus that counts every worker in the country. At the heart of plan I designed with Progress is the Hallmark: a verified, portable, nationally-stamped proof that you can do something of real worth - and a guarantee that every working adult earns at least one new one each year, for the first 15 years of a career. 15 skills, stamped and banked, each one worth more in your wages than the last. We will scrap the failed Levy for a Skill Capital Levy the Treasury is forbidden to raid; build 50 Hallmark Colleges, backed by £5 billion, the largest investment in technical education this country has ever made; and teach every child to code from the age of five.
The government's ceiling is 50,000 young people. Our floor is the entire British people, and the aim is stated without embarrassment: that within a single generation, the British are the most skilled population on earth.
That is the gap between a state that administers your decline and one that means to end it. They count the places they have added back. We intend to count, one stamped skill at a time, the rebuilding of a country that had forgotten its own workers were worth anything at all.
WOW. LISTEN TO THIS. This is the call that sealed Henry Nowak's fate. As surely as the blade did.
While Henry lay dying his killer was on a three way 999 call coaching his brother on what to say. And there was one thing the operator needed to know above everything else.
Listen and tell me I'm wrong.
Digwa's brother Gurpreet called 999 the night Henry died. It was a three way conversation. Vickrum was right there. The man who just stabbed Henry five times. Coaching his brother on what to say while Henry bled out.
The operator kept asking. Was he racially abusive? What did he say? What did he specifically say?
Gurpreet struggled. You can hear it. He's searching. Taking too long. Because the story was being built in real time. On a 999 call. While Henry was dying.
Then he found the word and the operator said that's what I needed to know. Think about that for a second.
The operator asked about injuries. Accepted bleeding from his mouth and moved on. Didn't push further. Didn't establish whether the person being restrained needed urgent medical attention.
But asked three times what racist thing he said.
Like there was a checklist. Like that one word unlocked a protocol. The moment the P word came out everything else stopped mattering. Box ticked. Narrative locked. Cars on their way.
When police arrived Henry was on the ground surrounded by all four of them. Vickrum. Gurpreet. Both parents. The whole family around a dying boy they'd just stabbed. Coordinating their story. His mother later hid the murder weapon. Convicted of assisting an offender.
White man. Racist attack. No weapons. Police already decided before they saw a single thing.
Henry repeatedly told them he'd been stabbed. Don't think you have mate.
A lie constructed on a phone call decided everything. The system was primed to hear exactly that one word above everything else. Above the evidence. Above a dying boy's own words.
That's not one bad operator on one bad night. That's a priority embedded in the system. Racial element confirmed. Everything else secondary.
Including a dying boy.
🚨 BREAKING: Multiple NHS services have been told to not detain psychotic African and Caribbean people to lower their "over representation."
Valdo Calocane was one of these psychotic Africans who staff refused to detain because of his race. He went on to murder Barnaby Webber, Grace O'Malley-Kumar and Ian Coates in Nottingham.