SpaceX stock is up $100 billion today In one day. And you're telling me Elon Musk can't pay a $100 billion annual wealth tax to the European Union? It's literally just one day of wages for him. Tax Elon Musk NOW.

Last night our armed forces intercepted one of Russia’s sanctioned ships in the Channel as part of the UK’s work cutting off the revenues that fund missiles, drones and the continued bombardment of Ukrainian cities. These illegal ships exist to move sanctioned Russian oil and gas around the world to keep money flowing into Putin's war machine. We are taking action against this illegal activity in our waters. Thank you to our armed forces and the NCA for their work to interdict this vessel.

If Elon would merely turn over his trillion dollars to the government, think of what the politicians could do with his money. Feel free to add your own suggestions, but here are a few of my ideas, drawn from the progressive wishlist:

No, the left are not Jealous of Elon Musk, We don’t want to be trillionaires. We want a world where children aren’t starving to death whilst trillionaires hoard money.

Mehdi is stating that Suella cannot possibly believe what she is saying, because she is brown. In other words he is being racist. The message is ‘Stay in your lane and be loyal to your ethnic tribe’ In addition to anti-white discrimination, the left shamelessly engages in black on black and brown on brown racism. The left do not have principles only victimhood. The likes of @SuellaBraverman are a major threat to their ideology.

Elon Musk has become a trillionaire. If we confiscated just 15% of his wealth we could: clean up all the oceans, eliminate poverty, and literally make the world into a utopia. Instead he chooses to indulge in his phallic obsession with rockets and wants to build data centers in space. You cant even move electricity from space to earth. Dumbest idea ever. All the best, Wolfgang

I truly pity the brown people in public life who say stuff like this that they of course - and their families! - know is obviously untrue and ridiculous, but they say it anyways because they feel they have to in order to get ahead in racist rightwing spaces as a brown person.

One of those things where you try explaining it to not very political people and you just end up sounding completely mad dailymail.com/news/article-1…

And the regime and its NPC pundits are trying to persuade voters that @elonmusk is ‘the disinformation’, while they run these operations on the domestic voters as if they’re in Afghanistan

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Keir, you "directed" it? At 3am? From your donor-funded flat? Please. You were asleep. A civil servant texted you at 7am and you replied "good, keep me briefed" between bites of avocado toast. "Shadow fleet" listen to you. One oil tanker. One. Russia has 4,000. You've delivered a blow like a mosquito delivers a blow to a rhinoceros. The rhino hasn't noticed. The mosquito is taking credit on Twitter. 14K likes from people who think you're Churchill in pyjamas. Meanwhile the tanker crew is already on a flight home and Putin's oil revenue hasn't dipped enough to cancel his Tuesday massage. Stick to directing things you understand. Like which donor's sofa to crash on next. The Armed Forces work while you tweet.

Nigel Farage defended by Suella Braverman after claiming Britain is a 'two-tier state against white people': 'He is spot on!' gbnews.com/politics/nigel-fa…

Hi @owenjonesjourno, why aren’t you texting my producer back? You’re invited on my show tonight at 9pm. We still haven’t heard back from you? Only a “pathetic little man” would say no to an open debate on your views about violent pro-Gaza criminals and hide behind the X block button wouldn’t they, Owen? Please all feel free to share this with Owen as he blocked me 😆😆😆

Gut wrenching to see four young people jailed for direct action against an arms supplier to Israel. Years in prison for protesting to save lives in Gaza, with 'terrorism' used despite no jury convicting them of it. A truly dangerous attack on the right to protest.

NARINDER KAUR: A GRIFTER'S GUIDE TO MAKING RACISM YOUR BUSINESS MODEL The Definitive Exposé of Britain's Most Shameless Professional Victim Let us begin with a simple question. What do you do when your fifteen minutes of fame ended twenty-three years ago, your career peaked at NINTH PLACE on a reality show most people have forgotten, and you possess no discernible talent, expertise, or qualification beyond the ability to cry on command? If you're Narinder Kaur, you buy a "Pranic Healing" certificate online, crown yourself MRS HOT MODEL INDIA WORLD 2020 at age forty-seven, and reinvent yourself as Britain's premier race-baiting industrial complex. Yes. Really. CHAPTER ONE: THE BIG BROTHER THAT TIME FORGOT Picture the scene. It's 2001. Tony Blair is Prime Minister. The Twin Towers are still standing. And somewhere in a house in Elstree, a twenty-nine-year-old medical sales representative from Leicester is about to be evicted from the second series of Big Brother. She finished NINTH. Not first. Not third. Not even finalist. NINTH. Behind Helen Adams. Behind Paul "Bubble" Ferguson. Behind people whose names you have genuinely never heard in your entire life. But here's the thing about Narinder. Where others saw failure, she saw OPPORTUNITY. Where others saw a Z-list reality contestant destined for the obscurity of regional pantomime, she saw... a career. For twenty-four years, she has clung to that eviction like a drowning woman to driftwood. "Former Big Brother contestant" remains her opening gambit, her claim to fame, her justification for demanding a seat at every table. The woman has built an entire media persona on nine weeks in a house in 2001. Let that sink in. While her contemporaries moved on, got jobs, raised families, contributed to society, Narinder stayed frozen in amber, desperately reminding anyone who would listen that she was once on television. CHAPTER TWO: THE HEALING GRIFT Now, you might ask yourself: how does one monetize being ninth on a reality show two decades later? The answer, apparently, is SPIRITUAL FRAUD. Narinder Kaur, you see, is a "healer." She has a certificate in "Pranic Healing." Which she bought. Online. From an institution that will remain nameless but rhymes with "scam." This is the same woman who appears on morning television to scream about racism, to attack working-class Britons, to poison the well of social cohesion before your coffee has even brewed. She creates the trauma. Then she sells you the cure. The business model is elegant in its cynicism. Step one: go on television and declare Britain a racist hellscape. Step two: offer "healing" and "wellness" services to the very communities you've just traumatized. Step three: cash the cheques. She has literally built a brand called PHOENIX. Rising from the ashes. The ashes she herself sets alight every time she opens her mouth on Good Morning Britain. This is not activism. This is ARSON-FOR-HIRE. And the fire department is run by her. CHAPTER THREE: THE WHITE MEDIA'S PET BROWN FACE But here is where it gets truly insidious. Narinder Kaur has positioned herself as the go-to brown face for white liberal media outlets who need someone to call Britain racist without the awkwardness of actual racism. Think about it. When the BBC needs someone to attack working-class voters? Call Narinder. When Good Morning Britain needs someone to scream over a pensioner worried about immigration? Narinder's in the green room. When GB News needs controversy? There she is, somehow, despite having spent years attacking the very network that now pays her. She is not a commentator. She is a PROP. A useful idiot for an industry that likes its diversity loud, angry, and completely devoid of nuance. The white liberal media doesn't want thoughtful analysis. They want Narinder Kaur screaming "racist" at anyone who questions open borders, grooming scandals, or the sacrificial altar of diversity. They wheel her out. She performs. Everyone claps. And then she goes home to count the money while actual British-Indian communities wonder how this woman became their self-appointed spokesperson. Spoiler: she didn't. The communities she claims to represent largely despise her. As one commentator noted, "most of the UK Indian community probably hate her." And you can understand why. She doesn't speak for them. She speaks OVER them. She uses their struggles as her business card. CHAPTER FOUR: THE MATHS OF A MARCH Let us turn to Narinder's greatest recent triumph: the "500,000 person march against racism." FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND PEOPLE. The biggest multicultural protest in history. Or, alternatively, a complete fabrication that exists only in Narinder Kaur's imagination. The Metropolitan Police estimated the crowd at FIFTY TO SEVENTY-FIVE THOUSAND. A fraction of what Narinder claimed. But why let reality intrude? Narinder took to X, wide-eyed and wounded, demanding to know why Laura Kuenssberg and Trevor Phillips had "ignored" her magical half-million marchers. The reality? The march was bankrolled by trade unions, NGOs, Stand Up To Racism, Palestine Solidarity Campaign, Stop the War Coalition, Antifa crews, LGBTQ activist groups, Muslim Association of Britain, CAGE, and Extinction Rebellion hangers-on. The crowd was bussed in, paid for, and organized by the usual suspects. The only genuine faces were bewildered tourists wondering why they'd stumbled into a sociology department's field trip. But Narinder looked at seventy-five thousand people and saw FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND. She looked at a damp afternoon in London and saw her own relevance being validated. Delusion, when monetized, becomes a business strategy. CHAPTER FIVE: THE FAR-RIGHT PHANTOM And who, exactly, are these "far-right" monsters Narinder keeps screeching about? Ask her. Go on. Ask her to define "far-right." Ask her to name a specific organization, a specific threat, a specific policy proposal that justifies her constant state of performative panic. She can't. Because the "far-right" in Narinder's world is ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH HER. Anyone who questions open borders. Anyone worried about their daughter's safety. Anyone who pays taxes, buries their children, and watches their country change beyond recognition while being told they're the problem. The working-class Briton who has watched his neighborhood transform, his wages stagnate, his daughter's school overwhelmed? Far-right. The mother who worries about grooming gangs? Far-right. The pensioner who remembers a country where you could leave your door unlocked? Far-right, far-right, far-right. Narinder doesn't defend the voiceless. She ATTACKS the voiceless. She smears them. She delegitimizes their concerns. She reduces complex social issues to simple moral binaries where she is always the hero and they are always the Nazis. And then she claims she speaks for the marginalized. CHAPTER SIX: THE VICTIM COSTUME But of course, no grift is complete without the victim narrative. And Narinder wears hers like a bespoke suit. Every criticism is racist. Every disagreement is harassment. Every time she says something objectively stupid on television and faces backlash, she retreats behind the shield of her own marginalization. THE KATE MIDDLETON INCIDENT: Narinder looked at a woman who had just undergone cancer treatment and asked, publicly, why she had "aged so much" and whether she was a smoker. When called out for this cruelty, she didn't apologize properly. She accused her critics of RACISM. She claimed they came after her "like I had committed a crime." You did, Narinder. You did commit a crime. The crime of being a nasty, spiteful woman who punches down at a mother of three recovering from chemotherapy and then plays the victim when called out on it. THE HUW EDWARDS DEFENSE: Before the former BBC presenter pleaded guilty to making indecent images of children, Narinder was on Twitter defending his mental health. "It was ALL allegations," she cried. Then, when the facts emerged, she claimed the tweet was "old" and being "resurfaced" by harassers. No, Narinder. You defended a predator. Own it. THE LAURENCE FOX SAGA: When Fox posted an upskirting image of her, she was genuinely wronged. But she has weaponized this victimhood to such a degree that it has become her entire personality. The case has become a permanent get-out-of-jail-free card for any behavior she cares to engage in. Victimhood, when industrialized, becomes a shield against accountability. CHAPTER SEVEN: THE EMPTY BRAND Let us appreciate the sheer emptiness of it all. Narinder Kaur has no expertise in anything. She is not an academic. She is not a journalist. She is not a politician. She is not a community organizer. She is not a religious leader. She is not a business owner. She is not an artist. She is a woman who finished NINTH on a reality show in 2001 and has spent TWENTY-FOUR YEARS desperately trying to stay relevant. She has written one book that exists primarily as a vehicle for her ego. She has presented shows that no one remembers. She has appeared in pantomime, the traditional graveyard of the talentless celebrity. She has crowned herself a beauty queen at forty-seven. Her entire career is a PERFORMANCE OF SIGNIFICANCE without the substance to back it up. And yet, she persists. She is on your television. She is in your timeline. She is being paid actual money by actual broadcasters to share opinions that actual people take seriously. How? Because the British media ecosystem is broken. Because controversy generates clicks. Because having Narinder Kaur scream about racism is cheaper than producing actual journalism. Because the white liberal guilt complex requires regular sacrifices, and Narinder is always happy to provide the knife. EPILOGUE: THE RECKONING So here we are. Twenty-four years after NINTH PLACE on Big Brother. And what has Narinder Kaur built? A brand. A persona. A business model based on division, victimhood, and the monetization of racial trauma. She has done more to poison social cohesion than any actual racist organization in Britain. She has betrayed the working-class communities she claims to defend. She has sold out her own integrity, her own community, and her own country for a few more years in the spotlight. She is not the voice of the voiceless. She is the voice of those who DESPISE the voiceless. And she wears that badge with damn pride. NARINDER KAUR. Failed reality contestant. Fake healer. Professional victim. Race-baiter. Grifter. NINTH PLACE. And not even the most memorable ninth place in Big Brother history. Sit down.