Val Kyrie

It is the mark of an educated mind, to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
But my thoughts are getting darker day by day!

[Carlo Martin @Liberfach0]

🇬🇧 ¡INFAMIA TOTAL!
En un supermercado de Reino Unido, el personal de seguridad quedó ESPANTADO luego de retener a tres mujeres musulmanas con hijabs, que aprovechando que estaban con sus bebés en coches, estaban robando una cantidad ENORME de productos metidos dentro de sus faldas (vean todo el video para que entiendan la magnitud del robo). Los inmigrantes musulmanes no contestándose con vivir de subsidios del estado, roban en negocios locales.

[Dr. Maalouf ‏ @realMaalouf]

A Moroccan player makes a throat-slitting gesture while shouting “Allahu Akbar” after scoring a goal, directly enacting Quranic verses about striking the necks of infidels.

They just have to turn everything into their religious war against non-Muslims. Zero sportsmanship.

[BanksyCat @Banksycat]

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.

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@ClarkeMicah Strange concept.
Surely walk in and cycle round town is the wrong way round?
Better to cycle in and walk round town.

[Hedgehog Cabin @HedgehogCabin]

Lovely weather, isn't it?🌞
Unless you're a nocturnal animal who has to sleep all through the hot day, and wake at night to find no water. No puddles.
No kind dishes.
Unseen.
Unthought of.
Just the tantalising smell of water from a pond you may drown in, or a drain you may get trapped in.
Or a stagnant, dirty old birdbath you may get fatal fluke from.
Hedgehogs need to drink a lot of water to stay healthy.
Please provide clean, fresh, safe, ground level water each evening for our precious nocturnal wildlife.
Tap water is best.
Pop a dish or two out tonight.
Front and back.
Keep it clean.
Keep it full.
Keep it saving lives.❤️‍🩹

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@LiamHalligan @_daily_politics No. Not if you want to be taken seriously. Take a taxi.

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@TheGriftReport @thetimes Two massive obstacles to growth need to be removed - Rachel Reeves and Ed Miliband.

[Stuey Beef 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @stuey_beef]

If Vladimir Putin changed the voting system days before an election to stop his opponents winning, every British journalist would call it what it is: rigging the rules.

Tonight, Labour rammed through a last‑minute switch in the Lords so that if Andy Burnham wins Makerfield and quits as Greater Manchester Mayor, his replacement won’t be chosen on a simple first‑past‑the‑post ballot, but on the supplementary vote system instead.

Why now?

Because Labour knows the race to replace Burnham would be a straight two‑horse fight with Reform UK – and under FPTP, the candidate with the most votes wins, no second chances, no back‑room redistributions, no “stop Reform” stitch‑ups.

Under SV, Labour gets a second bite of the cherry: if their candidate can limp into the top two, they can hoover up second preferences from every other party and magic a “majority” on the second count, even if Reform tops the poll on first preferences.

This isn’t “modernising democracy”. It’s the governing party using its Commons majority and the unelected Lords to hurriedly doctor the rules of one specific contest because it’s terrified the voters might choose someone else.

When the establishment preached to the world about “rules‑based order”, they forgot to mention one thing: in Britain, the rules are “based” on whether Labour thinks it might lose.

[(((Tendar))) @Tendar]

Absolute devastation inside the Kapotnya refinery in Moscow, Russia. The fires fully engulfed large parts of the Russian refinery, but also objects surrounding this military target have been compromised, whether by Russian air defense action or shrapnel of the exploding refinery.

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@PoliticalPartr1 @DavidVance More in hope than expectation I fear.

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@PeterAlber62802 @afneil Andy Burnham, surely?

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@bagshaw2112 https://t.co/Av9hnC0FMg 1598: 7 guesses

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#squareword #squareword1598
Have you tried this one Steve?

[Croxxed Out @FLCons]

I love that dogs have a pool like this!
They just look so happy!
What a great idea!

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

Why so aggressive? @harrow_council

[Rick @its_rick97]

harrow council why are you employing people who are threatening members of the public this needs sorting out asap!!!! @MPSHarrow @harrow_council @metpoliceuk @TeliYogesh #london #harrow #metpolice #viralvídeo

[Right over Left Everytime @RightSide_Uk]

Meet Athika Ahmed, 23.
She’s just been appointed Health Ambassador and dietitian for Wales.
£9,000 a month.
To give health advice.
She’s morbidly obese.
This is the United Kingdom in 2026.
Completely insane.

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@BurnsideWasTosh If Scott Tracey from Thunderbirds became a politician what would he call himself?

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@jeremycorbyn But that roof over my head could be blown away if we don't defend our country.

[Val Kyrie @ValKyrie0]

@Andypublicuk The dream vs the reality!

[Stuey Beef 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @stuey_beef]

The Home Office bussed hundreds of asylum seekers into a former army camp at Crowborough, East Sussex — at 3 o’clock in the morning.

Not at noon.
Not with a press release. Not with a briefing to local councillors.

At 3am.

Wealden District Council — the elected local authority responsible for that area — says it was deliberately kept in the dark.

Not a courtesy call.
Not a heads-up.
Nothing.

They discovered what their own government had done to their community the same way the residents did: after the fact.

The Council’s Deputy Leader James Partridge has now formally stated that the Home Office’s secrecy “carries a high risk of public disorder and injury to people and property.”

Read that again.

Elected local politicians are warning Parliament that their own national government is creating the conditions for violence — through deliberate concealment from the people who live there.

This isn’t bureaucratic incompetence.

Incompetence doesn’t require a 3am operation.

This is a government that knew the public would object, decided they didn’t have a right to know, and moved at night to get ahead of any resistance.

They chose secrecy over safety.

And now they’re blaming the public for reacting badly to being lied to.

[Stuey Beef 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢���󠁮󠁧󠁿 @stuey_beef]

Britain in one image: a five‑mile motorway spur between Royal Portbury Docks on the M5 and the Prince of Wales Bridge into South Wales, finished back in 1996, yet the £50m junction built to connect it to one of the country’s biggest distribution hubs has stood unused since 2019.

A literal roundabout to nowhere – five years of painted white lines, crash barriers and traffic signs, and not a single legal car movement through it.

This is not a story from some bankrupt failed state; this is a key logistics corridor serving Amazon, Tesco, Lidl, Next, DHL and The Range, forced to route HGVs through local villages because Whitehall, National Highways and South Gloucestershire Council cannot organise a 150‑metre link road.

We have poured £50m of taxpayers’ money into what even the press now call “Britain’s most expensive dead end”, then spent years arguing over planning conditions and “land assembly” while the junction rusts in the rain.

Labour talk endlessly about “growth”, “productivity” and “levelling up”, but here is the lived reality of British state capacity: a strategic freight route left crippled because the system cannot negotiate a short strip of tarmac between a roundabout and an industrial estate.

If they cannot connect 150 metres of road in five years, why should anyone trust them with HS2‑style mega‑projects, Net Zero grids or the re‑engineering of the entire economy.