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My dear James. There is a look particular to men like you. The swept fringe. The good posture. The slightly startled expression of a man who has just been asked a question he did not draft the answer to. You have been wearing it in public for ten years. And in ten years you have never won an election. Not a ward. Not a selection. Not a hopeless by-election nobody else wanted. No returning officer has ever had to read your name out loud. You are, of course, the son of a company man. Brian Schneider, chief executive of a listed Soho property firm, who died at forty-eight leaving a five million pound question mark over the family accounts. Daddy's dusty legacy, except in your case it was not dust. It was a writ. And you would still like to be thought a radical. Radicalised by Iraq. Radicalised by the crash. This is the story. Bless. You were at Winchester. WHERE RADICALISATION COMES WITH A CHAPEL Dragon. Winchester. St Paul's. Trinity College, Oxford. Theology. Winchester has been producing the men who run Britain for six hundred years. It does not teach you to think, it teaches you to sit in a room full of powerful people and behave as though the room belongs to you, because for six centuries it has. One of its recent outputs became Prime Minister. It is not a school. It is a factory with a waiting list. Then the house. Five storeys on Regent's Park Road, Primrose Hill, later valued at seven million. A second at Glen Tanar, near Balmoral. The fees. Cricket at the Gaieties, Pinter's club, where you were vice-captain. This is the man who promised to take on "the old and corrupt ruling elite." He was not taking them on. He was commuting from them. AND THE MONEY WAS NEVER ENTIRELY CLEAN Spring 2004. You are sixteen. Your father dies. Days later a bailiff arrives at night with a writ freezing every account the family holds. The company's case, in the High Court: hundreds of cheques written to himself over seven years, using a rule that let him sign alone below twenty thousand pounds. Over five million pounds. Half the value of the firm. Books allegedly falsified to disguise it as payments to two shell companies in Gibraltar and Panama. Two point three million into joint accounts at Coutts and Lloyds. Four hundred and seventy-four thousand to a mistress, for jewellery. Settled 2008. Two point three million paid. No liability admitted, which is the civil way of saying everyone agreed to stop discussing it. So the fees, the house, the estate and the cricket were funded, on the public record, out of money your father was accused of taking from a company that was not his. You were thirteen when the writ landed. You have never had to explain a word of it. It is not in the Wikipedia entry. It is not in the Verso biography. Funny, that. FOUR MONTHS You read theology, chaired the university Liberal Democrats, and left the party when it broke its tuition fees pledge. Not over Iraq. Over a policy that would have cost you money. You were nineteen. Then journalism. Think Africa Press, then New African. Writing about African poverty from a desk in London. You learned to explain the poor to the poor. May 2015 you joined the Labour Party. June, Corbyn declared. October, you co-founded Momentum. Four months, from new member to founding father of a national insurgency. Credit where due. It was quick. THE SOOTHING THING "We are not campaigning for any deselection." You told the Huffington Post that. And Sky. And the Express. And the Mail on Sunday. All while Neil Kinnock was warning on the record that the party was being turned into a sectarian ultra-left branch. Meanwhile your people were pulling the triggers in constituency after constituency. You were not quite lying. You were doing something more useful. Saying the soothing thing while the machine did the other thing. You have never stopped. October 2016, the reward. Director of Strategic Communications to the Leader of the Opposition. Twenty-nine years old. No seat, no branch, no union, no service. Just a good telephone manner and the correct opinions at the correct moment. THE ROOM 7 March 2018. The Telegraph puts a 280-page dossier on the Palestine Live Facebook group to the party. Three members suspended within hours. One is Glyn Secker, secretary of Jewish Voice for Labour. At 17:12 that afternoon you text the party's head of disputes. Why Secker? What about David Birkett? Birkett was an actual Holocaust denier. Milne follows within the hour. Then Andrew Murray. Then Corbyn. Three days later Secker is restored. The denier stays out in the cold. When Panorama pointed at this, the Leader's Office issued a flat denial. "The Leader's Office did not intervene." You had worked, in your own words, "very closely" on that rebuttal. Asked whether you approved the wording, you declined to answer. The emails show you intervened first. John Ware called the denial "thoroughly disingenuous." Your reply was to go on Twitter and take the whistleblower apart by name, within hours of Labour apologising to him in the High Court. You also wrote a thread on the seventeen days it took to suspend Birkett, and left out the seventeen days of officials begging Milne and Murphy by email. PLEASE can we get agreement. PLEEEEEEASE. All of it sitting in your own timeline, unmentioned. Ware's phrase for the performance was "pinhead dancing." It is hard to improve on. In 2019 you primarily wrote the party's pamphlet on antisemitism. Deleted under Starmer. In April 2018 Momentum formally conceded the problem was "more widespread than many of us had understood" and not "rightwing smears." By 2023 you were calling it a smear campaign. December 2019. 32.1 per cent. 202 seats. Worst since 1935. Your considered view afterwards was that Labour should have learned from Dominic Cummings. The man who beat you. ELEVEN WORDS January 2025. A quarter of a million girls. Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford, Oxford, Bradford, Oldham. Decades of it. Charlie Peters asked whether you regretted how the Corbyn period had handled it. "I don't think we did very much." Eleven words, and the only fully honest ones in the file. Then you explained that successive governments were to blame. All of them. Including yours. TEN WEEKS 2024, field operation for Corbyn in Islington North. 2025, architect of Your Party. It launched to 800,000 sign-ups and within days the co-founders were briefing against each other and exchanging legal threats. September, you walked. Ten weeks. Twenty candidates at the May 2026 locals. No seats. The party split. In October the Met opened a criminal investigation into its founding and arrested a man in his twenties under the Computer Misuse Act. You were gone by then. You are always gone by then. THE WIFE In 2024 you married Sophie Nazemi. She is the Downing Street Press Secretary. The voice of Keir Starmer. You are the voice of the movement built to bury Keir Starmer. There is no register of interests for a marriage and no disclosure duty on a private citizen, so nothing has to be declared and nothing ever is. THE PATTERN Join, found a faction, four months. Leader's office at twenty-nine, no mandate. Restore an ally, deny intervening. Attack the whistleblower. Worst defeat in eighty-four years. Out, and straight into an unaccountable international network. Call it a smear. Marry the government's press secretary. Build a party, admit the movement did nothing on grooming gangs, quit in ten weeks. Four vehicles. Four collapses. One constant. And never once the man who has to face the count. That is not luck. Insurgents who take seats become answerable for them. Insurgents who only write the script keep the reputation and the bookings. Thirty-nine years old. Six hundred years of Winchester behind you. Not one vote. Do carry on, James. The green room is that way.

November is Islamophobia Awareness Month. Good. Let us do some awareness of our own. A girl's tongue nailed to the table for threatening to talk. A kettle of boiling water held over a pinned down girl's face. Another threatened with a gun to blow her face off. A girl told her family would have their throats cut and be decapitated. Oxford victims scratched, choked, beaten, branded, burnt, gang raped, assaulted with knives and a baseball bat. Girls locked in bedsits like animals, no food, no toilet. Deliberate addiction to hard drugs and alcohol. Pregnancy as punishment, then backstreet abortions. A 13 year old found on examination to have been raped more than 50 times. A 12 year old, Samantha, abducted in Oldham, thrown out of a moving car, then locked in a room and raped by five men for nearly 24 hours. Another 12 year old was doused in petrol and told she would burn if she talked. Now the pattern. Average age of the convicted, 29. Most of them married. Most of them with daughters the same age. Not confused boys. Grown men who knew. Mainly from Pakistan. For a quarter of a century the word was racist. Not a case, not a report, not a counter argument. Just the word, thrown at every parent, every councillor, every copper and every journalist. It worked. Councils wrote reports commanding that culture must not be mentioned. Police told mothers to do the detective work themselves. The victims were called prostitutes. The Crown Prosecution Service refused to take Rochdale in 2009. A twenty minute film was made for exactly this, paid for by the state, trialled in a few Sheffield schools and left on a shelf for nearly twenty years. The man in it is Asian, not even Muslim, and still that was too much. Meanwhile the borders are wide open and the queue keeps growing. Eritrean, Sudanese, Afghan, Somali, Kurdish, Albanian and Roma names now sit in the conviction lists alongside the Pakistani ones. But the boats bring more than rapists. Two IRGC operatives who arrived by small boat were charged in 2026 with plotting an attack on Jewish targets in Manchester. An Iraqi already convicted of Islamic State membership came in on the identical route. Nineteen suspected of terrorist activity, some with Daesh links, were picked out of Channel arrivals, and officials admit Islamic State fighters could use it too. Every new cohort brings its own version of the con, and nobody at the top is counting. Islamophobic is the new word doing the old job. It is not an argument. It is a stop sign. For twenty-five years the pattern was known, the reports were written and the cases were coming through the courts, yet naming the men who did it was treated as the greater offence. The same refusal continues. Inquiries are narrowed or delayed. Police and councils still treat the ethnic pattern as a problem of messaging rather than a problem of crime. The result is plain: networks that rape, traffic and torture girls on an industrial scale have operated with relative impunity, while those who document the pattern face the greater official hostility. That is the cost of the word. A twenty-minute film was commissioned by a government agency, trialled in Sheffield schools and then left unused because the perpetrator was Asian. The girls it was meant to warn never saw it. The pattern it illustrated has not stopped. November is Islamophobia Awareness Month. Be aware.

He decides what Britain is allowed to be angry about. He books the fights, stages the exits, designs the clips, and banks the rage. The ring is his. The fighters bleed. And for thirty years, the country has been watching the wrong man. His name is not even Piers Morgan. It is Piers Stefan O'Meara. He buried the O'Meara before he was twenty-five, traded a hyphenated stepfather's name for something cleaner on a masthead, and built an identity so complete that the original barely registers. That was the first trick. The man who demands authenticity from every guest who sits across from him began by erasing himself. Rupert Murdoch made him editor of the News of the World at twenty-nine. Twenty-nine years old in 1994, handed a national newsroom, not because he had earned it but because Murdoch decided he was useful. The outsider died the day that phone call came. Everything since has been the performance of one. What he did with that chair is the record. And the record is this. Three weeks into his editorship, his paper identified the person making silent phone calls to Diana's confidant Oliver Hoare as the Princess of Wales. The source was a corrupt Metropolitan Police officer. Morgan was twenty-nine. He ran it. Diana's private distress became a front page, and his career launched on her humiliation. When Harry brought his case against News Group Newspapers thirty years later, Mr Justice Fancourt's 386-page judgment found that unlawful activity had been deliberately concealed across the group's titles. GBP140,600 in damages awarded to the Duke of Sussex in December 2023. News Group Newspapers settled in January 2025 with a full apology, admitting unlawful activity from 1996 to 2011. Morgan was at the heart of those years. He has never fully explained how he missed all of it. In March 2001, Paul McCartney and Heather Mills were still together. Morgan obtained a voicemail from Mills's phone. Not just obtained it. Played it. In his Daily Mirror newsroom. To staff. In December 2011, sitting at the Leveson Inquiry under oath, he told the panel he had never listened to an illegally obtained voicemail. The record of what he did in 2001 was sitting in a filing cabinet somewhere while he said it. He knew that. The inquiry moved on. In January 2000, Morgan's City Slickers column tipped Viglen shares. The day before the tip appeared in print, someone purchased GBP67,000 of Viglen stock. His colleagues James Hipwell and Anil Bhoyrul were convicted. Morgan was not. The financial regulator investigated. The CPS reviewed the file. He walked. He has never provided an explanation that satisfies anyone who has read the dates in sequence. In 2004, he published photographs purporting to show British soldiers abusing Iraqi prisoners. The photographs were fabricated. He was sacked. He maintained they were genuine until the day it became impossible to do so. He did not resign. He was removed. In February 2014, CNN cancelled Piers Morgan Live. His ratings had fallen so badly that local affiliates were requesting to be released from the simulcast. He blamed America's relationship with guns. America blamed Morgan. Three editorships. Three exits. Not one of them on his own terms. Not one of them clean. After CNN he returned to Britain and reinvented the business model. He would not report. He would promote. Two people who loathe each other, a studio, a loaded question, and sit back while the clip spreads. The ring is always his. The fighters are always someone else's problem the morning after. He made Tommy Robinson, a convicted thug and fraudster with a documented criminal record, a fixture on that sofa. He booked Cenk Uygur and watched Cenk combust live on air, then treated the clip as content for a week. When Cenk and Hasan Piker were then banned from entering the UK in June 2026, Morgan publicly attacked the ban. Read that again. The man who spent five years helping to dismantle Meghan Markle for choosing not to live in this country suddenly discovered a principle about the right of American commentators to enter it. He booked Mehdi Hasan, Bassem Youssef, Glenn Greenwald, and Roger Waters and called it debate. He ran Middle East panels with three voices on one side and one on the other, week after week, and never once explained the arithmetic to his audience. It is not balance. It is booking. A booker curates who gets to speak. A journalist is accountable for what goes unchallenged. Morgan is a booker who calls himself a journalist, which means he gets the credit for every confrontation and none of the accountability for the platform he built around it. In 2022, he released a promotional trailer for his new show featuring Donald Trump. In the trailer, Trump appeared to walk out. He did not walk out. The footage was deceptively edited. A court found the edit unlawful. The clip had already been viewed millions of times. Morgan moved on. This is the machine. Manufactured confrontation, engineered virality, tactical outrage, and a clean exit every time accountability arrives at the door. Now watch who he chose most carefully, because this is where the machine becomes something else entirely. In June 2016, Piers Morgan met Meghan Markle for dirty martinis at the Scarsdale Tavern in Kensington. She was an actress, not yet a public figure, about to go on a first date with a man she had met online, who turned out to be a prince. Morgan has said the evening went well. What is documented is that she stopped returning his messages within weeks. What followed was a five-year public campaign, dressed as journalism, presented as public interest, that climaxed with Morgan walking off Good Morning Britain in March 2021 after fifty thousand Ofcom complaints in a single morning. He did not leave because he was wrong. He left because the audience had worked out that the woman under investigation was being investigated by the man she had once not texted back. He named Charles and Kate as the royal racists in November 2023. Not because he had evidence. Because naming them was the biggest available move that week. And the biggest available move is always the Morgan move. Now read what he did with Israel and Iran, because this is the part that should alarm everyone. In 2023, Morgan was the confrontational voice. He pushed back on pro-Palestinian guests. He cited the forty beheaded babies claim before the facts were fully established and pushed it hard. He was the man who asked the difficult question. Or he presented himself that way. By July 2026, John Mearsheimer was sitting across from him and explaining that America cannot win and that Iran has prevailed. Morgan listened. The Qatar Prime Minister, Sheikh Mohammed bin Abdulrahman Al-Thani, appeared on the show and called Benjamin Netanyahu a war criminal. Morgan did not press him with anything close to the energy he directed at guests in 2023. He called Trump's threats against Iran madness. He used the phrase brazen pre-admission of genocide about American foreign policy. In three years, Morgan had moved from Israel's interrogator to Iran's most comfortable English-language platform. He did not explain the move. He never explains the moves. He just makes them, and waits for the audience to follow. The man at the centre of this pivot is Professor Mohammad Marandi. Seyed Mohammad Marandi, born in Richmond, Virginia in 1966. His father Alireza Marandi served as Ayatollah Khamenei's personal physician and completed two terms as Iran's Health Minister. Marandi volunteered in the Iran-Iraq war. He served in the IRGC. In 2019, he was photographed in IRGC uniform and posted the photograph himself, publicly, without apology. He is a University of Tehran professor, a named adviser to Iran's nuclear negotiating team under both Rouhani and Raisi, and Iran International has described him as Iran's chief propagandist in English. During the 2019 tanker standoff, he disclosed details of an IRGC seizure before Iranian official channels had confirmed it. Morgan has called Marandi a government stooge. A propagandist. On air. To his face. And then booked him again. And again after that. Morgan presents the confrontation as rigorous journalism. Here is what it actually achieves: Marandi goes home with a larger international platform, martyr optics for the Iranian domestic audience, and documentary evidence that even hostile Western broadcasters cannot dismiss him. Morgan does not expose Marandi. Morgan launders him. Every booking is the service. Every clip of Morgan being tough is the product Marandi takes home to Tehran. Now look at who owns the building. Wake Up Productions Limited, Companies House number 13490132, declared GBP17.1 million in turnover in 2024. Cumulative revenue since launch exceeds GBP50 million. One employee on the books. Morgan holds 94 percent of the equity. On 9 July 2026, four new directors arrived simultaneously on the Companies House filing. Joseph Ravitch, co-founder of the Raine Group, built by two former Goldman Sachs co-heads of media banking, whose client list includes the Chelsea Football Club takeover, Manchester United, Endeavor, the UFC, and WWE. Gordon Rubenstein. Marc-Andre Zagar, representing Antenna Group, the Kyriakou family media empire, a four-generation Greek shipping dynasty with a World Economic Forum seat and deep Gulf-region connections. And Rashida Jones, former president of MSNBC, CEO of a venture called Uncensored from March 2026. Also in that boardroom: Elisabeth Murdoch. Rupert Murdoch's daughter. The patriarch who installed Morgan as a national editor at twenty-nine has a daughter on the board of the company Morgan built after Murdoch's own titles were found to have engaged in unlawful activity on Morgan's watch. The family retained a News UK revenue share arrangement in the deal. The Reuben Brothers, David and Simon, Britain's second-richest family in the Sunday Times 2026 list at a combined GBP27.9 billion, with stakes in Newcastle United and Arena Racing Company, are shareholders. Karl Brophy, Morgan's former Mirror colleague, sold his consultancy Red Flag Consulting to Ankura in February 2025 for EUR45 million, taking EUR33 million personally, and holds a seven-figure stake in Wake Up. The company raised USD27 million at a USD145 million valuation. Goldman alumni. A Murdoch. A Greek shipping dynasty with Gulf connections. Britain's second-richest family. A former MSNBC president. A Mirror veteran worth EUR33 million. This is what Morgan calls independent journalism. He is not the man at the edge of power, shouting in. He is the product power decided to back. The investment thesis is clean: Morgan's audience believes he is outside the establishment. That belief is the asset. The boardroom is the establishment. The audience is the return on it. When TalkTV finally pulled his linear television slot, the audience on that channel had collapsed to nine thousand viewers. Nine thousand. He moved to YouTube, declared it a revolution in independent media, and his new board of Goldman alumni and a Murdoch waved him off from the boardroom they all walked into on the same afternoon in July 2026. He was never the outsider's champion. He was always the insider who needed you to believe he wasn't. THE PROMOTER DOES NOT BLEED. THE FIGHTER DOES. FOR THIRTY YEARS MORGAN HAS BUILT THE RING, BOOKED THE CARDS, BANKED THE RECEIPTS, AND NEVER ONCE STEPPED INTO IT HIMSELF. EVERY CAREER HE HAS ENDED. EVERY LIFE HE HAS DAMAGED. EVERY PIVOT HE HAS MADE WITHOUT EXPLANATION. EVERY PLATFORM HE HAS HANDED TO A MAN IN AN IRGC UNIFORM. EVERY VOICEMAIL HE HAS DENIED UNDER OATH. EVERY PHOTOGRAPH HE HAS FABRICATED. EVERY DIRTY MARTINI HE HAS WEAPONISED. THE RING IS STILL HIS. THE BLOOD IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE'S. THAT IS THE WHOLE CAREER. THAT IS THE WHOLE MAN.

Do not get comfortable in our country, Mr Zomlot. Palestine does not exist. There is a place called Gaza and a place called the West Bank, full of terrorists who are not half as clever as they think they are. You being one of them. We do not see you as a diplomat any more than we see Labour as our government. We are the ones you never see. Glad to make your acquaintance. Now. Who you really are. A Fatah operative of thirty years, and every one of those years spent excusing, glorifying and financing the murder of innocents. You defend Pay for Slay, the blood money, cash for every British and Jewish life destroyed. You glorify Ghassan Kanafani, who put the gunmen in the baggage hall at Lod in 1972. Twenty six dead, most of them pilgrims. You sneered, then laughed, when asked to condemn the rapes and the burned babies of 7 October. The question was racist, you said. Hamas is "embedded in society". It "didn't happen in a vacuum". Meanwhile your own family was celebrating on social media while the bodies were still warm. You compared Israeli self-defence to fabricating the Holocaust. Abbas signs your cheques. And you call it genocide. Let me help you with the arithmetic. A genocide in which the population grows by 341 a day. One hundred and twenty four thousand more of you this year than last. Life expectancy sixty two point nine, up from forty five in 1950. That is not a genocide. That is a baby boom with bombs in it. And America saw through you. September 2018, they shuttered the mission, revoked the residency permits and closed the accounts. Britain handed you London the following month. Because of course we did. Remember this. In your world the crowds always disperse, and when they do there is only the silence, the bodies and the bill. The British people do not disperse. We stay. We watch. We remember. One day the pagers go off. And your people find out they were penetrated to the bone by an intelligence far greater than their own. Look in the mirror, Mr Zomlot. That is what looks back.

It is shameful that the world failed to prevent genocide, failed to shelter Gaza's civilians from Israel's bombs, and is now failing even to lift the blockade on basic supplies that would protect children and their families as rain floods the camps of displaced people across Gaza.

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RT @InTheTrenchesUK: You metropolitan elite Guardianista middle-class Marxist Islington socialist woke wanker. You want to evacuate Gaza? You want to cry about "genocide" while British veterans freeze on our streets? While pensioners you promised to help shiver in unheated flats? While girls in Rotherham get raped by gangs you voted to protect from inquiry? You were suspended from your own party for "persistent breaches of discipline" because even Starmer couldn't control your narcissism. They took your whip away. Then you groveled back like a dog. "Constructive discussions." Pathetic. You call yourself a "dedicated trade unionist" but you wouldn't know a working-class voter if they spat in your Cambridge champagne. You spent your twenties in ecological economics seminars while real men were fighting actual wars. You abstained on banning Palestine Action. You refused to call Hamas terrorists. You signed letters accusing Israel of "ethnic cleansing" while ignoring the ethnic cleansing of British girls in your own country. You "Hedgehog Hezbollah" prick. More worried about hedgehogs than humans. 207 questions about Palestine. Zero about veterans. Zero about the homeless British soldier sleeping three streets from your office. Zero about the Winter Fuel Payments you promised to save then voted to cut. Hypocrite. Fraud. NIMBY scum who blocks houses for Brits while crying about Gaza. You don't speak for Britain. You speak for the Cambridge common room. For the Fabian Society dinner circuit. For the LFPME activists who hate this country. You're a dying breed, Hinchliff. And we are already at your gates.

I’ve signed a letter supporting the evacuation of women and children from Gaza. The Gaza genocide is a horrific crime against humanity. The world has watched it unfold in horror. Our values demand solidarity with the Palestinians. We cannot simply face the other way.

Adnan. England has had enough of this now. You are the Member for Blackburn. The eleventh most deprived local authority in England. Thirty six per cent of your children below the poverty line, nearly twice the national average, twelve thousand eight hundred of them. Your town has been called the poorest in the country. And what is the post about? Gaza. Again. As it was last week. And the week before. That is the tell, isn't it. You do not beg for Blackburn. You never have. You are not a constituency MP, you are a correspondence course in a foreign policy you cannot influence from a back bench. And they brought it on themselves. Hamas chose it. Every flattened street, every child pulled out of the rubble, that is the invoice for a decision taken on 7 October by men who have never once said sorry for it. So if you are that concerned, go. Get on a plane. Blackburn will be exactly as you left it when you come back, which is rather the point. Go on then. And send us a postcard. It will be the only thing you have ever delivered.

In September, the Government acknowledged that its approach to Gaza had been wrong and promised a change in policy. By now, Palestinians should have seen tangible, material improvements. Instead, they have been left to endure these conditions with little evidence that those promises have translated into meaningful change. In line with their own promises, the government must apply diplomatic pressure to secure adequate humanitarian aid, force the beginning of reconstruction and bring an end to these appalling living conditions. There must also be proper international oversight to ensure commitments are honoured and aid reaches those who need it. Gaza cannot be left to its fate while the international community issues statements and waits. The promises made by the new Labour leadership must now be matched by action. Words mean nothing when the situation on the ground looks like this.

Let me help you with some math. The worst genocide in history, where the population somehow manages to increase by 341 people daily. Truly impressive how they've managed to grow by 124,444 this year while being exterminated. And life expectancy? A mere 62.9 years, up from 45 in 1950. Nothing says genocide like a longer lifespan and population growth.

Jeevun. A moment of your time. You, Jeevun, a sitting MP, require your staff to force you to read your own comment section like a child made to eat vegetables. The caption? "(part 2)". As if the first instalment was a cultural event anyone was waiting on. Then the embedded clip: "Delighted to have been appointed a PPS." Delighted. A Parliamentary Private Secretary. The lowest rung of government, unpaid, glorified bag-carrier, and you are filming yourself being delighted about it in front of a bookshelf. You are a political terrorist in a decent jacket. Soros-trained, NEON-trained, a think-tank activist who has never met a payroll, instructing the rest of us on how to live. Your climate posts? Nobody wakes for them. Twenty likes, half self-likes. The comments are disabled. Yet you boast. Disabling replies and then boasting of replies. I think you are a chronic pathological liar. You are not posting. You are staging. We do not care for your output. We want you out of the UK. Permanently.

RT @FreespeechShell: 🚨 BRITISH FAMILIES ARE STRUGGLING WHILE WETHERSFIELD CONTINUES TO HOUSE HUNDREDS OF MEN! Families are struggling to pay bills, food prices are high and people are battling mental health problems while waiting for NHS support. Yet look at what's provided at RAF Wethersfield: - On-site GP and medical centre. - Access to a mental health nurse. - General nurses and advanced nurse practitioners. - Physical and mental health assessments. - Medication and referrals to specialist services. And look at the video!! Large numbers of men playing pool, socialising, laughing and enjoying themselves inside RAF Wethersfield. All while the British taxpayer foots the bill for running the accommodation. Meanwhile, working families are counting every penny, pensioners are worrying about heating their homes and people are struggling to access basic services. Now here's what men who actually lived at Wethersfield have told me. They claimed only 10% of residents were "good" and described many others as "crazies", including men sleeping outside and even up trees. That's their opinion, not a verified figure. And the very man they described sleeping outside and in trees is now living in our community. What assessments are being carried out before individuals leave the base? Who is checking up on them?

My dear Nazir Afzal, How exquisitely revealing you are. A celebrity is convicted and within hours there you are. "There will be others," you say. There will. You would know. They come from your community, don't they. The same towns, the same streets, the same men. And you did not say so. You held one of the most powerful posts in British justice. Chief Crown Prosecutor for the North West, handed to you by Keir Starmer in September 2011. While you sat in that office, gangs of men raped, trafficked and sold British girls in Rotherham, Rochdale, Oldham, Bradford and a dozen towns besides. You did not rush to their defence. You did not burn with anger. You waited. You calculated. And you chose the one case that would serve you. Rochdale, 2012. One prosecution. Your golden ticket. You have dined out on it ever since, all the way to a comfortable suite of titles and the Church of England's highest safeguarding chair, a Muslim guarding the flock, which is symmetry of a sort. And at Easter you told the natives to use sat nav if they wanted a church. You wear the mask of the civilised man so very well, Nazir. The tailored suit. The measured tone. The weary sigh at anyone who dares say the quiet part. But the mask is thinning. You are not merely a hypocrite. You are a connoisseur of hypocrisy. There will be others. There always are. And you will be there to explain each one away. But you are not the only one keeping records now. We keep them too. And ours do not get softened for the camera.

RT @amjadt25: This is a warning to the West: Ban the Muslim Brotherhood and stop blaming @elonmusk for the mess on your streets.

Russell Brand is officially a rapist & sex abuser The women who came forward should not be forgotten, it takes enormous courage to speak up The passage of time does not erase the possibility of justice This is about accountability, not celebrity
 There will be others…

RT @FarazPervaiz3: 🇬🇧 UK: Manchester Usama Nadeem, from Pakistan attempted to Rape 14-year-old British girl, caught and arrested. he had a knife on him, God knows what he would have done to this girl. Please Share for Awareness Save British girls from Pakistani Grooming Gangs in UK.

"Scroll past the noise," you say. The noise is mothers screaming at funerals. The noise is teenagers bleeding out on Primrose Hill. The noise is the reclassification of murder as manslaughter, the under-reporting of knife crime, the statistical massage that turns blood into "per capita homicide rates." You claim "lowest since records began" while Londoners cannot walk their own streets after dark. You cite gun crime down while thugs prefer blades. You boast of burglary down while shoplifters operate with impunity. Your "strategy" is reclassification. Your "fruit" is rot. The families of the dead do not scroll past the noise, Khan. They live in it. You preside over a city where 14-year-olds die in daylight while you celebrate your metrics. You are not a mayor. You are a spreadsheet administrator gaslighting a grieving city. Your day in court is not a threat. It is a schedule. And a new government will not have your back. They will have your file.

Husam Zomlot. Not a diplomat. A terrorist mouthpiece. This is the creature who administers Pay for Slay. Blood money for every British and Jewish life destroyed. This is the propagandist who glorified Ghassan Kanafani, architect of the Lod Airport massacre that slaughtered 26 innocents. This is the Holocaust denier who compared Israeli self defence to fabricating the Holocaust. This is the smirking liar who laughed when asked to condemn the October 7 rapes, beheadings and baby burning. Trump threw his whole family out of America. Expelled them. Shut down their DC operation like the terrorist front it was. The US recognised the truth. The UK still rolls out the red carpet. He does not belong in London receiving standing ovations. He belongs in the Hague answering for incitement. He belongs on a flight out of the UK and onto a sanctions list. Every hour he walks free on British soil is an insult to every victim of the terror he glorifies. Deport him. Bar him. Follow Trump's lead. Let him spread his genocidal filth somewhere else. England has suffered enough terror without importing terrorist propagandists who celebrate the slaughter of our people.

Two years in office and not one of you has fought for it. Not a minister, not a backbencher, not a single member for a northern town. Strip out the language of process, of reviews and remits and lessons learned, and what is left is a sequence of deliberate acts by people who knew better. Ignorance is not available to you: much of the world has watched this and been disgusted by it. Set out plainly, the conduct meets the elements of seven offences. • MISCONDUCT IN PUBLIC OFFICE (common law, life). You buried the reports. • PERVERTING THE COURSE OF JUSTICE (common law, life). You closed cases on grounds you knew were false. • CONSPIRACY TO PERVERT THE COURSE OF JUSTICE (Criminal Law Act 1977 s.1, life). You agreed the finding before the review began. • FRAUD BY FALSE REPRESENTATION (Fraud Act 2006 s.2, 10 years). You told the House the survivors were wrong. • FRAUD BY ABUSE OF POSITION (Fraud Act 2006 s.4, 10 years). You knew, and said nothing. • FALSE ACCOUNTING (Theft Act 1968 s.17, 7 years). You let the record lie, and a generation went unrecorded. • PERJURY (Perjury Act 1911 s.1, 7 years). You will swear to it soon. Tongues nailed to tables for threatening to talk. Families told their throats would be cut and their heads taken. A gun to the face and the promise to blow it off. Laura Wilson talked. She was abused from eleven, and at seventeen she told the families of the men involved what had been done to her. She was lured to the Sheffield and South Yorkshire Navigation Canal, stabbed more than forty times and put into the water alive by her boyfriend, Ashtiaq Asghar, then seventeen. A report into her death then concealed what was already known, and the social workers who had known six years earlier had said nothing. Boiling water from a kettle held over a face already pinned down. In Oxford: scratched, choked, beaten, branded, burnt. Gang raped. Assaulted with knives and a baseball bat. Locked in bedsits like animals, no food, no toilet. Deliberately addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. Pregnancy used as punishment, then backstreet abortions. Samantha, twelve, taken in Oldham, pushed out of a moving car, held in a room and raped by five men for nearly twenty-four hours. A thirteen year old who was examined and found to have been raped more than fifty times. Another twelve year old, doused in petrol and told she would burn if she spoke. Lucy Lowe did burn. She was fourteen when a twenty-six year old taxi driver took her up, and she had his child at fourteen. At sixteen, pregnant again, she was burned in her own bed: petrol through the house, set alight while the family slept. Her sister Sarah, seventeen and partially disabled, died with her. Her mother Eileen died with her. A sixteen month old was carried out to the garden. The man was never charged with the abuse, and her death was used to frighten other girls into silence. Charlene Downes was fourteen when she disappeared from Talbot Road in Blackpool. No body has ever been found. Two men were charged, the jury could not agree, and the retrial was abandoned after the investigation was judged to have been handled unprofessionally. Twenty-two years, no body, no conviction. The country knows. Much of the watching world knows. Nobody needs convincing that this is the worst thing done to children in living memory, and nobody is waiting for another review to be told it. So here is what being taken seriously now costs. Not a statement. Not a remit. Most of you in the dock, and the older ones first, because the older ones were there and the older ones signed it off. Lucy Lowe burned at sixteen. Laura Wilson went into the water alive at seventeen. Charlene Downes has been missing for twenty-two years. All three would be in their thirties now. The cost was paid in full, and it was paid by them. The courts were not bystanders in this either. For a decade the vocabulary of the courtroom did the covering up for them: girls called prostitutes, called willing, called unreliable, their cases quietly dropped when they did not perform well on the day. The bench heard them and believed the men. Nothing here needs new law. It needs a decision that it counts. Until most of you are in court, none of you will be taken seriously again. And one thing more, which is the only thing that matters. Everything above assumes you are the ones to fix it. You are not. A party that denied this, then diluted it, then argued about its own terms of reference has forfeited the right to finish it. The country does not need a better Labour government. It needs a government that throws this one out, and then the one after it if it goes quiet too. Seven offences. Three dead girls. That is the case, and it does not stop at one election. So the answer is not a prosecution. It is a prosecution the establishment does not run. Independent counsel, appointed from outside, with a power to compel and a remit that does not stop at the first comfortable name, because right now the accused and the prosecutor are the same people. The country is not waiting for your inquiry. It is waiting for your replacement.

On behalf of the free people of #Palestine, I had the honour of presenting @macklemore with a symbolic gift at the end of his electrifying show in London tonight. A small piece of Palestine: olive wood craft, made specially for him, holding two glass tubes. One contains Palestinian soil, representing our roots, steadfastness and sacrifice; the other holds olive leaves, symbolising our enduring hope for peace and justice. Free Palestine. Free all.

You lecture Farage about women, Bridget? You, the Women and Equalities Minister who slapped VAT on school fees to force girls out of single-sex education? You, who sits in a party that covered up industrial-scale rape of working-class daughters by imported predators because "racism" was the greater sin? Your own scandals pile higher than any Reform controversy. Your party let Rochdale happen. Let Rotherham happen. Let Telford happen. And you have the audacity to posture as "Labour Party Chair" attacking others about women while Labour MPs dismiss the survivors as "false right-wing narratives." You were demoted from Education Secretary for a reason. Now you chair a party that betrayed every woman it claimed to protect. Clean your own house. The blood of those girls is on your hands. Sit this one out.

Miatta. You stood there at the Climate APPG reception, namechecking the GMB, invoking the ghosts of the 80s, promising this time would be different. Worker led, you said. Communities would not be left behind. How very noble. How very Labour. Let us look at the record. You spent years at the New Economics Foundation talking about just transitions and community wealth. Then £44 million went missing on your watch, four men ended up in custody, and you got promoted to Energy Secretary. That is not a career. That is a catapult. You are the THE DICTATOR'S DAUGHTER are you not? Your father served as Foreign Minister to Liberian military dictator Samuel Doe, the butcher who seized power in a violent coup, executed the President, and presided over mass killings and torture. Grandfather convicted of treason for coup-plotting. The bloodline is regime change. Longstanding member of the Fabian Society. Wolf in sheep's clothing. Slow infiltration. State control dressed as "community empowerment." Let us be clear. You are not preventing a repeat of the 80s. You are repeating it with a hashtag. Thatcher closed mines. You close oil rigs. She imported coal. You import gas. The only difference is she did not pretend the miners were in charge while she did it. Your "worker led transition" is a press release. The jobs still vanish. The bills still soar. The communities still hollow out. You just get a union photo op before the redundancy notices arrive. The workers know the difference. You clearly do not.

Time and again Reform have shown that they have a problem with women, this time targeting them for redundancy based on their sex. The scandals keep piling up. It’s time Nigel Farage stopped the excuses and deflection, and realised the buck stops with him.

The energy transition has to work for our communities. We know what happened in the 80s when economic transition was done badly and was done to communities. That won't happen under this government. The transition will be led by the workers as we work with unions like @GMB_union. Earlier in the week, I spoke at the @ClimateAPPG reception on A Worker-led Transition.

There he is. John Grady, Labour MP, dusting off the only script he knows. "Racism and religious prejudice." The exhausted refrain of a man who ran out of ideas two decades ago and now wanders the political wilderness waving a word you destroyed through overuse. You want education in schools, John? The problem with our schools is that they already listened to people like you. They already taught a generation that their heritage was shameful, their borders were bigotry, their silence was violence. And now you demand more. More policing of speech. More enforcement of orthodoxy. More children taught to hate themselves while you posture as their protector. You are not relevant. You are not dangerous. You are a relic, an old traitor bleating into the void, desperate for the race card to still have power. It does not. The British people destroyed that word through your own overuse. Now it means nothing. And neither do you. Put him out to pasture. The adults are done listening.

RT @InTheTrenchesUK: THE CAMPBELL DOSSIER The Spider's Web Meet Alastair Campbell. The man who sold a war on lies and bought a career in truth. The spin doctor who became the story. The "unguided missile" who destroyed a weapons inspector, a political party, and a country's faith in its institutions, then declared himself a mental health advocate and expected gratitude. Alastair John Campbell wants you to know about his breakdown. The "24-carat crack-up" at twenty-nine. The hospitalisation. The arrest. The depression. The alcoholism. It is a compelling narrative of redemption. It is also the perfect alibi for forty years of manipulation. Because the breakdown taught him something. Not humility. Not honesty. The power of performance. If you could convince doctors you were sane, you could convince anyone of anything. If you could turn mental illness into a career, you could turn war crimes into public service. The patient became the propagandist. The victim became the weapon. Let us begin with the education. Bradford Grammar. Leicester Grammar. Cambridge. Gonville and Caius College. Modern languages. Upper Second. The working-class boy from Keighley in the veterinary surgeon's family, suddenly fluent in French and German and the languages of power. But Cambridge was not kind to him. He was "angry." He was "prone to violence." He was "probably quite lucky to stay in." The state school boy felt "out of place" among the privileged. He would spend the next forty years proving he could out-privilege them all. By 1980 he was writing. Not journalism. Not yet. Something more revealing. For Forum magazine. Under the pseudonym "Riviera Gigolo." Erotic fiction. Adult content. "Anatomically implausible" series that he initially claimed was fiction but was widely believed to be based on real experiences. The "soft porn merchant" had found his voice. Sex and power. Performance and deception. The tools of the trade. The Daily Mirror came calling in 1982. Political Editor by the early nineties. In 1993 Campbell resigned alongside Paul Foot in protest at editorial direction under David Montgomery. One hundred and fifty Labour MPs tabled an Early Day Motion censuring Montgomery. The performance was perfect. The reality was preparation. Six years later, political editor Kevin Maguire left the same paper accusing Piers Morgan of allowing "undue influence from Labour spin doctor Alastair Campbell on editorial decisions, particularly regarding support for the government's bombing of Serbia." By 1999, Campbell was already at Downing Street. The journalist who would prove central to Smeargate was documenting Campbell's interference years before the scandal broke. Because in 1994 he became Tony Blair's press secretary. The timing was not coincidence. The resignation was preparation. The EDM was cover. Campbell had been auditioning for the role for years, and Blair had been watching. The Today newspaper interlude came later. Years earlier, a "24-carat crack-up" in 1986 as news editor of the Sunday edition had hospitalised him. Arrested. Long periods of heavy drinking. His partner Fiona Millar would later describe his behaviour as "manipulative" and "erratic." "Emotional manipulation and mental cruelty." The man who would manage the nation's information could not manage his own mind. But by 1997 he was ready. Director of Communications and Strategy at Ten Downing Street. The spin doctor in chief. Campbell's diaries reveal a March 1998 meeting with Mirror editor Piers Morgan and political editor Kevin Maguire, the three men who would shape the narrative for the next decade. What the diaries do not reveal is that Maguire was already compromised. When the Smeargate scandal erupted in 2009, journalist Iain Dale would explicitly allege that Maguire was "involved in the McBride/Whelan/Draper conspiracy." Guido Fawkes revealed that smears were placed with journalists including Maguire, not just kept in private emails. Maguire wrote a defense article that garnered 300+ hostile comments, subsequently deleted by the Mirror. He was "very much in the know." The "unguided missile" with the ear of the Prime Minister and a journalist already proven willing to participate in smear operations. And what a kingdom it was. February 2003. The Dodgy Dossier. Campbell instructed intelligence officials to alter the dossier to fit American claims. The "45 minutes" claim inserted Iraq could deploy WMD within forty-five minutes. This claim was inserted specifically for media impact, as Dr David Kelly would later confirm. It was later proven completely false, but by then hundreds of thousands would die. The dossier published to justify invasion. Campbell would later admit to the Leveson Inquiry that the dossier was designed to "make a case for war" despite years of denials. Major-General Michael Laurie told the Chilcot Inquiry: "We found Alastair Campbell, I think, an enthusiastic individual, but also somewhat of an unguided missile... He also, I think, suffered from his propensity to have rushes of blood to the head and pass various stories and information to journalists without appropriate prior consultation." The missile had found its target. But the real atrocity came in July 2003. Dr David Kelly. Weapons inspector. BBC source for the "sexed up" dossier claims. The Guardian revealed Campbell wanted to leak details about Dr Kelly to a paper himself. Before Kelly was outed, Campbell had planned to weaponize the media against him. The whistleblower was destroyed by the spin doctor. Campbell led the campaign to expose Kelly as the source. Kelly was "outed." Kelly was named. Campbell's own deputy would testify that Campbell first suggested leaking Kelly's name to the press directly contradicting his Hutton Inquiry testimony. Kelly was found dead in the woods. Suicide. After being named by Campbell's operation. Campbell denied involvement to the Hutton Inquiry. The evidence contradicted his testimony. The Hutton Inquiry largely exonerated the government. It was widely regarded as a whitewash. Campbell walked free. The weapons inspector was dead. National Archives files released in December 2023 revealed what Campbell buried for twenty years: he proposed setting lawyers on the BBC during the Iraq War coverage row. While the BBC investigated his "sexed up" dossier, Campbell plotted legal threats to silence them. The same man who destroyed Dr Kelly for talking to the BBC was prepared to use the courts to destroy the BBC itself. And for twenty years, the public never knew. For twenty years, Campbell successfully suppressed a BBC drama called "The Project." The drama exposed New Labour "dirty tricks" employed upon the 1997 election victory. Director Peter Kosminsky confirmed Campbell's team "wrote a letter asking people not to co-operate" with production. The drama "has not been seen since 2002" completely suppressed for two decades. The spin doctor had become the censor. The BBC that challenged Campbell on Iraq in 2002 is unrecognisable from the BBC that now platforms him. The Hutton Inquiry was the establishment's revenge, Greg Dyke resigned, the BBC learned its lesson, and the transformation was complete. Where the BBC once challenged power, it now serves it. Where it once questioned the Dodgy Dossier, it now platforms the man who wrote it. This is where the BBC's downfall began. Campbell resigned in August 2003 during the Hutton Inquiry. The patient had become too visible. The performance required new costumes. But the operation never stopped. It just changed venues. Portland Communications. Senior consultant since May 2012. The firm founded by Tim Allan, former Downing Street colleague. The clients included the Qatari government. BAE Systems. Kazakhstan. Authoritarian regimes with human rights records that would make Saddam Hussein blush. Campbell was spotted "circling the carousels at Astana airport" by the Financial Times, physically present in Kazakhstan on Portland business, helping rebrand a dictatorship that shoots strikers and burns opposition offices. The firm was accused of commissioning favourable Wikipedia edits for clients including Qatar. The Qatari government failed to pay millions on time. Staff bonuses were delayed almost one year. The spin doctor had become the lobbied. The man who once manipulated the nation's information now manipulated the nation's information for foreign powers. And when the money ran dry from Qatar, there was always television. Good Morning Britain. Presenter. 2021 to present. Subject to multiple Ofcom complaints for bias. Sixty-six complaints for a "Boris rant." Eighty-five more for pro-Labour views. Described as "more wooden than Sherwood Forest" by critics. Branded the Prime Minister "coward" and "charlatan" live on air. "Deeply inappropriate" comments in earpiece during broadcast. Criticised for interviewing Tony Blair, his old boss, without disclosure of conflict. ITV took no action. The establishment protects its attack dogs. The spin doctor had become the presenter. The manipulator had become the personality. But the real operation was elsewhere. The Rest Is Politics. Podcast. With Rory Stewart. The "respectable" Tory. The cross-party discussion. The balanced debate. Funded by Goalhanger Podcasts, owned by Gary Lineker. With a major stake taken by The Chernin Group, a US media giant. Campbell and Stewart reportedly earn over £100,000 per month each under revenue-sharing. The platform is used to attack Farage and Reform UK while presenting as "balanced" cross-party discussion. US corporate money funding attacks on British political parties. The anti-Farage network was complete. The structure was elegant. Campbell provides strategic direction and media attack. Stewart provides "respectable" Tory cover. Kevin Maguire at the Mirror provides the weekly columns that Campbell cannot write himself continuing the smear operations he began in 2009. Tony Blair provides funding through the Tony Blair Institute, funded by Larry Ellison ($338+ million), Saudi Arabia, and other controversial sources. Portland Communications provides the PR contracts with Qatar and Kazakhstan. Goalhanger provides the podcast platform. Chernin provides the US media money. The operation targets Reform UK and Nigel Farage with coordinated attacks while presenting as independent commentators. The anti-Farage network was not theory. It was documented. Campbell's explicit strategy: "attacking Farage on Brexit" is the most effective line. Maguire's weekly columns: "Nasty Nigel," "Farage may be banging on Downing St door but Reform UK is slipping," "Nigel Farage proves he's Thatcher knock-off." The Rest Is Politics provides the "respectable" platform for the attacks. The Mirror provides the mainstream media amplification. The Tony Blair Institute provides the $338 million in funding. Portland provides the international connections. The spider was at the center of the web. But the family was unravelling. Son Rory Campbell. Born 1987/1988. A betting syndicate. £8 million. Collapsed in 2024. Approximately fifty investors lost between £10,000 and £500,000 each. Alastair Campbell personally invested £288,000-£300,000 in his son's failed fund. Lost it all. In October 2025, the Metropolitan Police arrested a 37-year-old man in North London on suspicion of fraud by false representation relating to Rory's betting syndicate. Investors compiled a dossier of documents and emails detailing Rory's stewardship of their cash. One creditor initiated legal action threatening to bankrupt Rory over £266,000. The spin doctor's son was under police investigation for fraud. The father had lost nearly three hundred thousand pounds. The family was imploding. Daughter Grace Campbell. Born April 1994. Comedian. Subject of sustained criticism as a "nepo baby." First Edinburgh show in 2019 entirely about being Alastair Campbell's daughter. She admitted: "I could've done what lots of other nepotism baby stand-ups do, which is not talk about it" knowing exactly what she was doing. The spin doctor's daughter built a career on his name, then complained about the criticism. The performance was genetic. And through it all, Campbell maintained the platform. The GMB appearances. The podcast. The columns. The mental health advocacy. The BBC documentary "Alastair Campbell: Depression and Me" in 2019. The rehabilitation. The redemption. The man who sold a war on lies and destroyed a whistleblower was now a mental health ambassador. Global ambassador for Australians for Mental Health. Time to Change campaigner. The "unguided missile" who caused a suicide was now the advocate for the vulnerable. The performance was complete. But the files were buried. For twenty years. And the law was written to protect him. Six inquiries produced zero prosecutions because "crime of aggression" the supreme international crime identified at Nuremberg "is not incorporated into British law." The laws were written to protect men like him. This is not oversight. This is design. In May 2019, the Labour Party expelled him. For voting Liberal Democrat in the European elections. "Auto-excluded" under automatic process. Expelled faster than antisemitism cases, Holocaust deniers, and death threat makers. Jess Phillips MP noted he was expelled "quicker than a man who threatened to kill me." The party he had served for twenty years cast him out for voting for another party. The performance had become the pariah. But the operation continued. The Rest Is Politics. The GMB appearances. The Portland contracts. The anti-Farage network. The spider remained at the center of the web, spinning and spinning, collecting $338 million from Larry Ellison, funding from Qatar and Saudi Arabia, £100,000 per month from the podcast, and attacking Reform UK and Farage while presenting himself as a mental health advocate and cross-party commentator. And the protection is absolute. Despite Chilcot findings that he manipulated intelligence. Despite the Kelly affair. Despite the Portland contracts with authoritarian regimes. Despite the twenty-year suppression of the BBC drama. Despite the funded influence operation against Reform UK. Despite the son's police investigation. Six inquiries. Zero prosecutions. The system protects its own. The spider remains at the center of the web. This is not a career. This is a forty-year impunity operation. From the Forum magazine erotica to the Dodgy Dossier to the Dr Kelly suicide to the Portland contracts to the suppressed BBC drama to the son's fraud investigation to the daughter's nepotism to the $338 million US dark money funding the anti-Farage network, Alastair Campbell has been the constant. The performer who became the power. The patient who became the propagandist. The spin doctor who became the censor. The war criminal who became the mental health advocate. He has faced no legal consequences for the Iraq War deception. No consequences for the Kelly affair. No consequences for the Portland contracts with authoritarian regimes. No consequences for the twenty-year suppression of the BBC drama. No consequences for the funded influence operation against Reform UK. No consequences for the son's police investigation. The laws were written to protect him. The system protects its own. The spider remains at the center of the web. Alastair Campbell is not the disease. He is the vector. The man who transmitted the Blairite virus into every institution he touched. The Mirror. Downing Street. Portland. Goalhanger. The BBC. The Labour Party. The anti-Farage network. Everywhere he goes, the same pattern repeats. Manipulation. Deception. Performance. And when caught, rehabilitation. The breakdown becomes the alibi. The mental health advocacy becomes the shield. The "unguided missile" becomes the respected elder. But the file is complete. The pattern is proven. The web is mapped. From the Riviera Gigolo to the Dodgy Dossier to the Dr Kelly woods to the Kazakhstan dictator to the Portland contracts to the Goalhanger funding to The Chernin Group's US money to the £288,000 lost in the son's fraud to the anti-Farage operation, Alastair Campbell has been the spider at the center. The man who connects Blair. The man who connects Maguire. The man who connects the Iraq War lies to the current influence operation. The man who sold a war and bought a career and expects gratitude. The web is exposed. The spider is visible. The only question remaining is whether the fly will finally notice what has been caught.

The poison of racism and religious prejudice is spreading. We need robust and persistent action to tackle this, such as education in schools and workplaces, stronger policing and enforcement against online hate. My question today at deputy PMQs 👇

An NHS doctor. A position of trust. And he’s a pedophile. Farhan Hussein, consultant anesthetist at Morriston Hospital, got caught by Dank Dragon talking dirty to a 14-year-old. He confessed on camera. This is who they put in charge of patients under anesthesia.

You defile that sacred ground with your presence, Khan. You who dismissed the industrial-scale rape of British girls as "false right-wing narrative." You who demanded proof of October 7th beheadings while cheering Hamas. You who called British troops to Gaza to die for your foreign loyalty. You who sit in the Independent Alliance with Corbyn, prioritising Palestine, Kashmir and Mirpur over the streets of Birmingham. Now you kneel among crosses of the fallen, wearing their poppy, speaking of their sacrifice "for our today." You have no right to that pronoun. You have no right to that symbol. The men who gave their tomorrows did not die for this: for a Britain where barristers turned MPs dismiss the rape of its daughters, where Islamist-adjacent politicians perform loyalty they do not possess, where the Mother of Parliaments hosts enemies who wear its remembrance like a stolen coat. Your presence there is not tribute. It is desecration. It is occupation of sacred space by a man who despises the nation it represents. The dead would not recognise you. The living see through you. You are on borrowed time, Khan. Your file grows thicker by the day, and the only stamp it awaits is the one that sends you back.

How very industrious you are, Anna. Tried the back door. Left under arrest. Seventeen thousand of them since July. My, my, what a prodigious number! And how many of those seventeen thousand actually left the country? Most of them were back on the street before your little video finished uploading to whatever platform still pretends to care. You were given Border Security a rather serious portfolio, one might think and what did you deliver? A barbershop. A slogan. The rest got bail, a hotel, or simply wandered off into the sunset, presumably laughing. Arrests without removals aren't enforcement, Anna. They're content. You're not running a border; you're running a reality show with worse ratings and even less impact. The back door? Still wide open. You're just filming the ones who trip on their way out, presumably for your highlight reel. Run along now.

Today, on behalf of the people of Birmingham Perry Barr, I laid our Remembrance Tribute in Parliament's Constituency Garden of Remembrance. We must never forget the sacrifices of those who fought to protect our nation; the bravery of those who gave up their tomorrow for our today

Tried the back door. Left under arrest. 🚨 A man working illegally at a Romford barbershop was arrested after trying to flee. More than 17,000 illegal working arrests since July 2024. Watch our teams in action. 👇

How drearily predictable. Another Labour minister performs the tired pantomime of opposition while her own government accelerates the very decline she pretends to lament. You didn't "learn lessons" from the Tories, Bridget you simply grabbed the wrecking ball and swung harder. You slapped VAT on school fees to force working families out of choice and into collapsing state classrooms. You hiked National Insurance on employers who now can't afford to hire British workers. You preside over the highest tax burden in seventy years while lecturing the rest of us about "family finances." And spare us the Iran warmongering fiction your party would have us embroiled in every foreign conflict under the sun if it meant deflecting from the carnage you've unleashed at home. You haven't "failed" the British people; you're actively dismantling what remains of our country with ideological spite and open borders. The Tories were incompetent. You are malicious. We see no difference between your managed decline and theirs only that yours is happening faster, and with a smugger smile.

You want to tax tourists now? While the economy chokes, while businesses close, while British families cannot afford a night out, you propose another levy, another tax, another bureaucratic shakedown of the few people still spending money in this dying country? You are not a Housing Secretary. You are a parasite with a red box, a disgraced tax-dodger rehabilitated by backroom deal, now squatting in office proposing new ways to fleece the public while you failed to pay your own stamp duty. "Overnight Visitor Levy." You mean a bed tax. You mean punishing the one industry still breathing. You are on borrowed time, Angela. You and your entire rotten cohort of grifters, traitors, and imported activists can pack your bags and go. Your day in court is not a threat, It is a schedule. And a new government will not have your back. They will have your file.

RT @thenowherephoto: 🚨 LONG TERM PROJECT PAYS OFF! ILLEGAL MIGRANT BOAT LAUNCH FILMED FROM BELGIUM! An incredibly tough and challenging project that finally paid off and after reports of weapons also carried some risk Full, unedited 8-minute video. At around 3am this morning, I filmed a migrant boat launching from a Belgian beach, just across the French border, heading towards the UK. Belgian authorities were present and appeared to watch as the boat departed. I’ve spent months documenting crossings from France, but this is the first time I’ve captured a launch from Belgium. As far as I’m aware, this could be the first time such a launch has been caught on camera. I’m sharing the full footage so people can see exactly what happened and draw their own conclusions.

Badenoch’s party smashed family finances but have learned no lessons. They wanted to plunge us into war with Iran, which would've caused an even greater economic shock. They stand by mortgage-spiralling Truss economics. They failed the British people – they’d do the same again.

Oh, Edward. Still tweeting about energy bills like you're the Energy Secretary? You do know you're Foreign Secretary now, don't you? Or did nobody tell you? Did you wander into the wrong office again, babbling about heat pumps while the actual Energy Secretary tries to stop the lights going out? You lost an election to a man who ate a hot dog with a knife and fork. You couldn't defeat a ham sandwich, yet here you are, Foreign Secretary, still obsessing over the portfolio they took away because you broke it. "International climate leadership." Britain is an international laughing stock, Ed. We are freezing, impoverished, and dependent on foreign dictators for power because of your juvenile obsession with windmills. You have failed at every job. Failed leader. Failed Energy Secretary. Now failing upward into Foreign Secretary, where I imagine you'll lecture Hamas on their carbon footprint while they burn babies. You are not a statesman. You are a cautionary tale with a red box, a man who would struggle to run a bath let alone a country, desperately tweeting about your old job because the new one requires competence you never possessed. Go away, Edward. Resign. Retire. Take your bacon sandwich and your brother's resentment and disappear. Britain has suffered enough of your leadership.

"Rattled. And frankly desperate." And this was the morning after their Budget. The first Budget of a new Chancellor, twenty hours old, with the January bills written into it. Good Morning Britain spent the interview on opinion polls and on whether a hall was full. They asked him if he had defector's remorse. He said they were doing activism and negative editorialising rather than journalism. Then Labour Press took the sixty seconds where he is most irritated, put two adjectives over it, and posted it. Which is the exact thing he was complaining about, done again, and offered as proof against him. The clip is his argument. If he had sat there calm they would have captioned him as beaten. The only way to win was to sound like the interview, and the interview was hostile. And a rule worth keeping. Anything with "gov" written anywhere on it is either corrupt or a lie.

Spare us the focus-grouped drivel, Labour. "Control" and "contribution" are weasel words from a party that has presided over the largest demographic transformation in British history without once asking the British people if they consented to it. NO. We do not want your managed decline masquerading as "control." We do not want your "contributors" who arrive by the hundreds of thousands annually, pricing our own people out of housing, GP surgeries and schools. We do not want your "rules" that can be rewritten on a whim by the next Home Secretary with a spreadsheet and a smirk. What the British people want, what they have screamed at the ballot box for decades is simple: CLOSED BORDERS and the MASS DEPORTATION of the two million-plus illegal and legally-questionable entrants who should never have been here in the first place. We want the boats stopped, not managed. We want the removals accelerated, not "processed." We want our country back. Your "delivery" is a betrayal dressed in bureaucratic language. The British people see through it. And our patience has expired.

Britain’s international climate leadership is backed by strong action at home. The Energy Independence Bill is vital to that effort. Delivering warmer homes, lower bills and energy security through clean power we control, and legislating for no new oil and gas licences. This is what leadership on climate and the clean energy transition looks like.

Rattled. And frankly desperate.

People want to see an immigration system based on control, contribution, and which rewards those who play by the rules. That is what Labour is delivering.

“Gynaecological health should never cost you your livelihood.” Lovely, Tulip. Livelihoods are a serious business. Six years, sentenced in absentia, across three Bangladeshi corruption cases. A fourth, with a Dhaka court ordering authorities to seek an Interpol red notice. Labour’s former anti-corruption minister, still sitting for Hampstead and Highgate. “Kangaroo court”, you called it. Do carry on with the debates.

Look at them. Three on the step, the eleven on the door, the box held up like a trophy. Not one of the three has held the same job for a year. Left, James Murray. Tax minister, then Chief Secretary, then Health Secretary for nine weeks, then back to the Treasury as Financial Secretary and Paymaster General. Four posts in two years. The nine weeks was the National Health Service. The longest stretch he has managed is the one that decides what you pay. Centre, John Healey. Twenty nine years in the House and the only one of them who has done a decade at anything. He resigned as Defence Secretary in June because the Treasury would not fund three per cent. Six weeks later the Prime Minister who replaced the last Prime Minister made him Chancellor. The man who called the Treasury unwilling is now the Treasury. Right, Emma Reynolds. Resigned from the frontbench in 2015 the moment Corbyn arrived, lost her seat in 2019, went off to lobby for TheCityUK, came back in 2024 and has had four ministerial jobs since. She is Chief Secretary now, which means she signs off the spending, and this Budget puts three per cent on the bank surcharge. The City's lobbyist is taxing the City. Ten posts between the three of them. One photograph. And a country being told to have hope. Nobody in that picture has been anywhere long enough to be blamed for it.

ISLAMOPHOBIA AWARENESS!!! How touching, Ayoub. "Fairness, dignity and security", for everyone who has "contributed to society". One notes the omission: this concern for "dignity" did not extend to the thousands of British working-class girls groomed, drugged and raped across Rotherham, Rochdale and Telford. At the Mirpur Airport Grand Conference, you dismissed their suffering as merely a "false right-wing narrative" designed to "sow division" protecting predators while gaslighting victims' families. One notes the hypocrisy: you demand "fairness" for migrants, yet you cast doubt on the October 7th rapes and beheadings in deleted TikToks, questioned documented Hamas atrocities, and cheered the banning of Israeli football fans from your city. You speak of "security" while sitting in Jeremy Corbyn's Independent Alliance, prioritising Gaza, Kashmir and Mirpur over Birmingham Perry Barr. You are a barrister who perverts justice, an MP who serves foreign loyalties, and a representative who betrays his own constituents. You have no place in our politics. Your time is borrowed. The reckoning approaches.

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RT @LizaRosen0000: In 2005, Israel removed every Jew from Gaza and handed it over to the Palestinians “for peace.” In 2006, Gazans elected Hamas. One of the most popular Hamas figures, Miriam Farhat (Um Shahada), filmed herself sending her sons on Islamic suicide missions to murder Jews as “human sacrifices”. She appeared on Hamas TV and celebrated when they “succeeded.” She said she wished she had 100 sons to sacrifice the same way for Allah. This is why Israel built security barriers on its borders. Self-defense is not “apartheid.” Islam is the biggest obstacle to peace. After watching the report, please share your thoughts in the comments below: Is this a death cult? Yes or no? Please follow me if you stand with Israel and share this widely.

The Budget is his signature. So is this. The man who was "not convinced" an inquiry would help 1,400 raped girls is the man deciding what you keep.

A person’s worth should never be measured by income. Those who have worked hard and contributed to society deserve fairness, dignity and security. Changing the rules retrospectively and making people “earn their right to stay” is moving the goalposts and betraying trust.

You are the MP for Norwich South, Clive, not Ramallah. Your constituents face energy poverty, NHS waiting lists, and a cost of living crisis, yet you prance about the West Bank playing revolutionary tourist and demanding Britain sanction a sovereign state. There is no "illegal occupation" in international law, only occupation. Your delegation was barred because you are not journalists, diplomats, or aid workers you are grandstanding politicians seeking footage for your activist base. The violence you "investigate" is the inevitable consequence of a terrorist entity launching the largest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, then using its own population as human shields. You demand sanctions while your own government cannot control its borders, cannot house its people, and cannot keep its streets safe. You are not a statesman. You are a provincial narcissist cosplaying as a liberation hero while Norwich crumbles. Do your job or resign. The adults are not impressed.

RT @VividProwess: All the top terrorists who wanted Israel gone. They’re all dead.

There was a girl in Rotherham. Twelve when the first man raped her. Fourteen when social services pulled her from school and called it "consensual." She was doused in petrol and told to burn if she talked. She was one of 1,400. Between 1997 and 2013, while the Alexis Jay Report later confirmed industrial-scale child sexual exploitation in Rotherham Metropolitan Borough, John Healey sat in Parliament representing that same borough. Twenty-nine years. Three constituencies. Same streets. Same schools. Same suffering. In September 2012, The Times broke the story nationally and demanded an inquiry. Healey opposed it. His own website preserves the excuse: "I had an open mind but was not convinced this would help the abused girls." Not convinced. While the men kept raping and the state kept not looking, Healey wanted more time. Two years later, the number was still 1,400. Then came the money. In 2014, UKIP MEP Jane Collins stood in Doncaster and accused Healey and two other Labour MPs of knowing about the abuse and doing nothing. They sued her for libel. In February 2017, Mr Justice Warby ruled in their favour. Collins was ordered to pay £54,000 to each MP. Healey pocketed fifty-four thousand pounds from a woman who accused him of failing those girls. Total damages: £162,000. Total costs: over £670,000 billed to UKIP. He did not hand it back. He did not donate it to survivors. He kept it. Now look at the donors. While positioning for Defence Secretary, Healey accepted £40,000 from two individuals, Nigel Grinyer and Barbara Follett, whose addresses the Register of Members' Financial Interests lists simply as "private." £40,000 in shadowy cheques while he prepared to accuse Nigel Farage of "secret donations." Then the tax. November 2025. Defence Secretary Healey failed to pay council tax on his London second home. An "administrative error," his office claimed. Sources confirmed he intended to claim the £1,469 back through parliamentary expenses. The man setting the national budget planned to bill you for his own oversight while his party stripped nine million pensioners of Winter Fuel Payments. Then the charity. Kin Kids. A Rotherham support group for kinship carers. Healey publicly backed it, pushed for its charitable status, attached his name to it. Its founder, Vicki MacGregor, was later convicted of child sexual abuse offences. Healey vouched for a paedophile's charity in the same borough where 1,400 children were raped on his watch. Then the regicide. June 2026. Healey resigns as Defence Secretary with a public letter damning Starmer as "unable" and the Treasury "unwilling" to defend the nation. Six weeks later, Starmer is gone. Andy Burnham is Prime Minister. Burnham makes Healey Chancellor of the Exchequer. The knife goes in. The chair is warm. Now the legacy. The Child Trust Fund: Healey's brainchild. Promised as a gift to every British child. Today it sits as £1.6 billion of children's own money gathering dust in forgotten accounts, while fund managers extract £100 million annually in fees. A scheme that became an annuity for the City. Housing: As Minister for Housing, Healey declared that more people renting rather than owning was "a good thing." The man now drafting the national budget opposes the concept of working families owning their homes. The ledger: ∘ 1,400 confirmed victims during his tenure. ∘ "Not convinced" an inquiry would help them. ∘ £54,000 from a UKIP MEP for being called out. ∘ £40,000 from private donors while demanding Farage's transparency. ∘ £1,469 in unpaid tax, billed to you. ∘ £1.6 billion of children's money left to rot. ∘ One paedophile's charity, vouched for. ∘ One coup. One promotion. One Chancellorship. St Peter's School, York. Founded 627 AD. Christ's College, Cambridge. Fabian Society. TUC campaigns. Twenty-nine years on the taxpayer. Zero days in a real job. Zero days answering to anyone outside the machine. That girl in Rotherham? She's thirty-seven now. She lives with it every day. John Healey lives in Downing Street. He signs your cheques. He decides how much of your money you keep. Every signature from the man who was "not convinced" an inquiry into her rape would help her. That's your Chancellor.

“It is not fair that our borders are run by people smugglers.” Her words. Home Secretary Shabana Mahmood, to the Commons, yesterday. Run. Present tense. From the woman in charge of the borders, 423 days into the job. That isn’t an analysis. It’s a confession, and she delivered it like a weather report. 41,472 crossed the Channel in small boats in 2025. 20,935 have crossed this year, to 22 October. Fewer, yes. Still a business, and still open. And here is the part she hopes you’ll skip. She runs the Home Office. Her government writes the law, and Parliament is sovereign. Every statute and every treaty standing between her and a closed border is one this government can amend or walk away from. Nobody is stopping her. She is choosing. “Women and children are dying in the Channel.” Her words. British taxpayers paying “£4 billion a year” for asylum support. Hers again. Three admissions in one statement, and the plan is a policy paper. A thirty year waiting period, for people who have already crossed. The smugglers have a product, a boat and a deadline. She has a leaflet. She calls it “a fair settlement for all”. She keeps saying “fair”, like a toddler who’s found a new word and thinks it’s a spell. She also promised a “full impact assessment” after the reforms are in. The savings are DWP’s estimate, “billions”. Nobody can check it, because nobody has been shown it. Test it first, madam. Not after. 851 days of this government. Every figure above is from the Home Office, and every quote is from her own statement. Nobody had to make anything up. That’s the point. They don’t fear us shouting. They fear being read back to themselves, line by line, in public, every single day. So keep reading it back. Keep counting. The pressure is the only thing that has ever moved them, and it’s moving them now. Keep going until the border is closed.

Last week, Israeli forces detained our parliamentary delegation and barred us from the illegally occupied West Bank. The message was clear: the world must not see what is happening here. The violence we went to investigate is Israeli state policy. That’s why Britain must sanction the Israeli state, not just its settlers. The impetus to take firmer, faster action is clear. Israel is trying to cut off the Palestinian people from the rest of the world. But we must use all the tools in our power to force it to change course. Read more from me here:

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Adnan Hussain would like you to know he is fighting for justice. One recognises the choreography. The studied outrage. The careful deflection dressed as principle. It is the Irish Republican method, learned at the knee of men who spoke of civil rights while wiring cars to explode in shopping precincts. Speak of peace while building bombs. Speak of defence while funding terror. Hussain shares a platform with men who plotted to murder civilians in British taxis. He petitions for those who planned to detonate themselves among the Two Sisters crowds. He invokes "Defence" while standing shoulder-to-shoulder with those who would tear it down. The Iranian Embassy taught us what these "defence" movements look like when the masks slip. The SAS showed the proper response. Hussain, meanwhile, shows us the proper disguise: the concerned citizen act, the human rights vocabulary, the careful separation between what he says and what his friends do. He is not fighting for justice. He is fighting for his friends. The ones who require disguises. The ones who lose their nerve only when caught. Can you see it?

Judge Ian Lawrie called a 14-year-old who stabbed a girl more than 10 times with a kitchen knife a ‘bright lad’ and gave him a referral order instead of custody. This one was stabbed to death in broad daylight on a Birmingham street.

This country welcomes those who seek a new and better life within it. But there is an expectation that they will play their part, contribute to their community and become a part of our national life. Settlement should not be automatic. It should be earned.

You resigned in disgrace ten months ago, caught underpaying £40,000 in stamp duty on your £800,000 flat, found to have breached the Ministerial Code. You dealt your way back by backing Burnham, but notice what you didn't get. He made Louise Haigh his enforcer while you got your old Housing Secretary job back, demoted and diminished. Now you prance about with jazz hands celebrating "historic new powers" for Sadiq Khan over nightclub licensing while the country cannot get GP appointments, cannot afford housing, and watches its communities transformed without consent. You are not a Deputy Prime Minister anymore. You are a cautionary tale with a reduced security pass, a disgraced tax-dodger rehabilitated by backroom bargain. Your "comeback" is an insult to every honest taxpayer you short-changed. Go dance with your friend. The adults are watching, remembering, and preparing the invoice.

We are witnessing an increasingly concerning encroachment on fundamental civil liberties. Pensioners, working professionals and ordinary members of the public are being arrested for peacefully protesting against genocide, even books are being banned. The right to protest, freedom of expression and freedom of thought are cornerstones of democracy. They must not be eroded simply because people are expressing views that those in power would rather not hear. The precedent this sets should concern everyone, regardless of their political position. There is also a serious question to be asked about the use of police time and resources. At a time when we are repeatedly told that the criminal justice system is so overstretched that the early release of offenders is necessary, is this really where those resources should be directed? At pensioners and ordinary people peacefully holding placards, rather than tackling serious crime? The Government should be directing its attention towards confronting the real crime: genocide, and ensuring accountability for those responsible, rather than pursuing those who speak out against it. I voted against the proscription of Palestine Action in Parliament, for this reason. Civil liberties should not be conditional, and the right to dissent must be protected.

November. Islamophobia Awareness Month. And the awareness being demanded is of him, not of us. Fairness, then. Though let us be clear from the start, Mahmood is no friend of ours either. Two of them, one queue, same excuses. You want to talk about people who came here and were treated fairly. Your own brother founded Friends of Al-Aqsa, which saluted October 7. It is one of the groups behind the marches. The coalition is chaired by a man the US Treasury has sanctioned as a senior Hamas official and Israel designated in 2013. Cameron's own review named another of them, the Muslim Association of Britain, as dominated by the Muslim Brotherhood. You chaired MEND's Leicester branch after Gove called it Islamist extremist and after Labour cut it loose. Your campaigner is in court on terror charges. And in July you were one of twenty six MPs who voted to keep Palestine Action legal, taking the white supremacists down with it because they bundled all three into one order. So the bloc you speak for has been flagged, in writing, three times over, by people with better information than you. And none of it is English. The marches are about a strip of land two thousand miles away. The flags are foreign, the chant is foreign, the grievance is foreign. You were elected on it, you campaign on it, and Leicester is the filing address. This is England. Not Palestine. You have brought their argument over here and put it on our payroll. You are not our voice. You are Gaza with a Leicester postcode, and you are charging us ninety three thousand pounds for the privilege.

Aww, little boy. Did the big boys take your ball again? Fear not, little one. We shall not grind our heel while you lie there twitching. That would be vulgar. We shall merely step around the mess, straighten the sleeve, and walk on. Britain does not halt for insects on the flagstones. You squeak about "fiscal incontinence" from the backbenches, Torsten, as if your Resolution Foundation pedigree lent you any authority beyond the seminar room. The IMF's approval is worth precisely what it has always been worth: nothing. They praised your borrowing "plans" while your government smuggles in two million newcomers to prop up GDP figures your own voters despise. "Lettuce-wilting," you say? How droll. How very Guardian brunch-table. Meanwhile your party presides over the highest tax take in seventy years, the collapse of British energy, and a borders policy that would make the previous lot blush. Run along now. The adults are discussing the future of the nation you seem so eager to dismantle for applause from the commentariat. Do wipe your chin on the way out.

FUCK ISLASM

Shabana Mahmood's parents came to this country from Kashmir because they would be treated fairly. Changing ILR rules halfway through for hardworking tax payers, I say, is not fair.

I post a lot about climate. I get lots of comments. Most are nice. Some are... well... mean. My team made me read them (part 2)

Worked for 5s · 1 step Labour posts on X can barely limp past 200 likes and it is embarrassing. Even their own lot will not touch the stuff. If the people who are supposed to be on their side will not agree with a single word, why on earth would the rest of the country? Look at Poland right now. The EU is so desperate to fuck up any country that puts its own laws first. They cannot stand that Poland rejected the ECHR and all that human rights bullshit that only favours murderers, rapists and people who should not even be in the country. The EU wants Tusk to drag Poland back into line because Poland proved you can have secure borders, low crime and actual sovereignty. The table below shows the truth. Poland has controlled borders, deportations that work and rape rates a fraction of ours. We have open borders via the Channel, a 70,000 case asylum backlog and record high sexual violence. Poland puts Poles first. Labour puts everyone else first. So whose side are you on? The EU that ships rapists back onto our streets? The human rights lawyers who cry for terrorists? The open borders fanatics who have turned our cities into hunting grounds? Or your own people, bleeding and begging for the walls to go up? Choose. Before it is too late.

Scroll past the noise and look at the facts. Compared to 2016, gun crime, burglary, and violence with injury offences are all down. Last year, London’s per capita homicide rate was the lowest since records began. Our strategy to make our capital safer is bearing fruit.

Tourism is vital to our economy and our communities, and I want to make sure the cultural institutions welcoming millions of visitors can feel the benefits too. That’s why the government giving local leaders the power to introduce an Overnight Visitor Levy - to raise and reinvest money in much-loved high streets, public spaces and attractions. I spoke to @TristramHuntVA, Director of the @V_and_A what the levy could mean for tourist destinations across the country.

A pleasure to join my friend @MayorofLondon today to celebrate the beating heart of London’s nightlife. We’re giving the Mayor historic new powers over licensing decisions to keep the capital buzzing, supporting jobs and growth. 🎷🎵

The audacity of those who cheered on Liz Truss on full display again in Parliament. This government has been singled out by the IMF for our borrowing reduction plans. Their party is promising over £30bn of unfunded tax cuts. Lettuce-wilting levels of fiscal incontinence.