@SickOfEverythi6 Exactly. The state constantly denigrates the English and never shows the positives of it's, historically, opressed people. They are happy to swing the other way for any other nationality.
From other posts on here it seems many other western nations are doing the same, globalism!
Interesting article from 2022.
Peter Sutherland was a special representative of the UN for Migration.
The replacement of the English people is part of the UN plan for their New World Order.
@nogps1 This is all over the world, except where the true elite live and where their enablers aspire to visit, of course.
Best time in history for the plebs is slowly becoming the worst
You’ll NEVER see UK police battering Muslim gangs like this.
But white British schoolgirls in Rotherham? Baton to the head, tasers out, slammed to the ground — over a school leavers’ night.
Same force that looked the other way while thousands of white girls were groomed and raped by Pakistani gangs in Rotherham for years.
White police scared stiff of radical Muslims and no-go zones… but happy to swing on their own people.
Two-tier policing isn’t a theory. It’s on video.
Disgusting. Share before it vanishes. 🇬🇧”
@Ajuntament33@Steven_Swinford And yet the EU loons and globalists still want us to stew for a democratic decision!
The only truly democratic decision in UK in decades.
Make people make sence for goodness sake.
@benonwine Pretty obvious who was the worst though it's always a new face fronting the same policies.
Best was Truss. Her premiership may not have outlived a lettuce but her budget economics do
Right then … let’s have a look at the 2 potential PMs with no mandate.
Wes Streeting or Andy Burnham will NOT change the globalist direction of travel
▪️ Streeting attended Bilderberg in 2025 while serving as Health Secretary and overseeing NHS digital transformation in which Palantir plays a central role. The CEO of Palantir also attended as did the President of the WEF, NATO’s Secretary General, major bankers & AI company founders,
▪️Burnham’s Manchester administration embraced policies aligned with net zero targets, UN Sustainable Development Goals and participation in global city networks.
The names may change, but the agenda doesn’t. There is far too much at stake to back off now.
Starmer resigns - he has been a truly disgraceful Prime Minister.
I do not believe him to be a good man or a patriot.
He has deliberately and rapidly accelerated the destruction of our Britain, of our home.
History will not remember him kindly, nor should it.
I sat in Parliament, looking him in the eye, listening to him attempting to justify his decision to block a national inquiry into the mass rape of young British girls.
I will never forgive him. For that, and so much else.
What comes next, I do not know.
Whatever that is, Restore Britain will be ready to offer the British people a democratic route out - a better way, the only way.
But Starmer is gone.
And that is a good thing.
Enjoy it.
Keith went to church yesterday. Inside the church, during the service.
The churchyard he has done many times, on his usual east-to-west grid, a standing Sunday booking the Reverend makes and Steve objects to on principle. Yesterday he did the churchyard, and then, with the east section tidy and the morning still young, he found the south porch propped open for the early service and went in.
The ten o'clock was, by the time Keith arrived in the nave, approximately at the second hymn.
Accounts vary on the exact moment the congregation noticed. Most agree it was during "All Things Bright and Beautiful," which several present later judged poorly timed. By the third verse there was an Anglo-Nubian goat standing in the centre aisle, assessing the building with the calm professional eye of a surveyor who has been called in about damp.
He did not panic. A church is, to Keith, simply a large stone field with excellent acoustics and an unusual quantity of flowers. He worked it methodically. He sampled the arrangement on the south windowsill, found it acceptable, and moved on. He considered the green altar frontal at length and, to the visible relief of the churchwardens, declined it. He ate precisely one rose, thorns and all, from a pedestal near the font, the way a man tries a single olive at a party to confirm a suspicion about the host.
The Reverend, to his enormous credit, did not stop the service. When the hymn reached "all creatures great and small," he gave the smallest nod toward the goat in the aisle, and the congregation, being rural and unsurprised by very much, sang on. Mrs Pelham, eighty-one, in the second pew, reached out and scratched Keith behind the ears as he passed. Keith permitted it. Keith permits very little. Mrs Pelham has dined out on it all weekend.
Steve was in the fourth pew. Steve and Keith made eye contact. Nothing was said, because nothing is ever said, but a great deal was understood. Steve did not sing the rest of the hymn.
Keith left during the notices, which is when most of the congregation would have left if they could, and was found by Dave in the lane outside, eating cow parsley, with the unhurried air of an animal who has done a thorough job and is ready for his lift.
Dave's log, Sunday: "He got into the church. I do not want to discuss how. The Reverend says he is welcome any time, which I am fairly sure was a joke. I have written it in the Ecclesiastical column regardless, in case it was not."
The flowers are tidy.
The roses are down one.
The Reverend has Dave's number, and now, apparently, an open invitation.
Keith is thinking about Harvest.
@lololala266@BowesChay There are ways of deescalating conflict without 100kg thugs beating up 40kg young girls.
They are police officers given power so should also carry responsibility. They are no deity to be revered.
They tell you to fear the BULLY. Nobody warns you about the CHARMER.
The dangerous one was never the man you boo. It's the man you CHEER. The people's champion. The warm smile you never look past.
So look closer. Behind it sits an investigation into children being raped, switched off on his watch. 97 suspects. Walked free. And he wants to run the country.
You think Starmer's bad? They're handing you worse, dressed as better. A friendly face, a northern accent, 25 years of buried scandals behind him.
CHANGE, he keeps saying. Yet no one in politics has changed more.
He's a CHAMELEON. Blairite under Blair. Hard left to chase Corbyn, then sat in his shadow cabinet anyway. People's champion today, because that's what sells today.
Twenty-five years. Every position going. Never once a thing changed for YOU. Only to climb high, and this is his THIRD reach for the top. He lost in 2010. Lost again in 2015. And here he is, clawing back for one more go. It was never about serving you. It was always about the climb.
He even named his politics. MANCHESTERISM. Not Blairite, not Brownite, not soft left. A flag with nothing on it, because a man who stands for nothing can never be pinned to anything.
Immigration? He says he's heard you. That's the trick. Every time tougher enforcement came to a vote, he voted AGAINST it. He's called migration a simple good. He fought to make it EASIER to stay, not harder. He hasn't changed his mind. He's changed his act.
Know what you're sold. A man FURTHER LEFT than Starmer. Read that again. More tax. More spend. More borrowing. His own voters say he'd march us back into the EU. Everything you voted to leave, handed back with that same warm smile.
He's a COMPASS with the NEEDLE TORN OUT. Looks the part. Points wherever you turn him. Tells you NOTHING true. Not a way out. The same CAGE, friendlier paint. Because through all the changing, one thing NEVER changes. Who he protects. And it was never you.
STAFFORD. 1,200 dead. Not from illness. From NEGLECT. Left in their own filth, some so thirsty they drank from flower vases, dying behind curtains while nobody came.
He fought to keep the lid ON. Resisted the public inquiry. Decided the truth would do more harm than good. A minister looked at 1,200 dead and decided you were better off not knowing.
The families fought him for YEARS to drag it into the light.
OPERATION AUGUSTA. 2005. Men grooming and raping children across Manchester. Kids as young as TWELVE, in care, nobody coming for them. 97 suspects. 57 child victims. Then, SHUT DOWN.
Not for lack of officers, they had a THOUSAND spare. They had the names. They had the children telling them what was being done to their bodies.
Three charged. The rest walked. EIGHT abused again. The records naming who buried it? GONE. And the minister over it all, smiling at you now, calling himself your CHANGE? Andy Burnham.
An investigation into child rape. Closed. And the man meant to be responsible for that city wants to be Prime Minister.
Victoria Agoglia. Fifteen. In care. She told them a grown man was injecting her with heroin. Said it out loud. They heard her and did nothing. She died. Her family still waiting for an apology that never comes.
One man won't let it stay buried. @recusant_raja, an MBE who once advised government on safeguarding children, six years demanding a public inquiry.
He says it was a cover up dressed as accountability. Survivors shut out. The powerful protected. He’s begged Burnham to face him. Burnham won’t. Happy for any camera that flatters him, gone when it matters.
Ask yourself why. So here he is. The charmer. The change. Look past the smile, just once.
Stafford. Augusta. Victoria. A trail of the failed, the buried and the dead, 25 years long.
He changes his politics, his party, his face for the cameras. Never the one thing that mattered. Who he protects and it was NEVER you.
They'll call him the change. He's the one thing in British politics that never changes.
I dont believe a word of it either. Just like that ex SAS guy that ploughed in to a crowd of thousands in Liverpool. Both ex army. Something stinks about the timing of both, and the behaviour of both. Hardly any camera footage, barely a peep from any victim. Something is weird about both events.