Respect to every single person involved in this.

Judging the curaçao lineup, I think Ruud Gullit has had a few holidays there, his offspring are gonna win 10-0 😂

Wishing all of my friends in the Falklands a very happy 44th Liberation Day ❤️

Most people dont realise how to properly use a pith helmet. They’re made out of cork, and you’re supposed to swoak them in water overnight. The evaporation throughout the day acts like a mini air conditioner. Now armed with this knowledge go conquer vast lands and name them after Queen Victora.

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RIP David Hockney. A giant. An artistic whirlwind. A roaring artistic revolution. Born in Bradford, made in LA. A study in excellence. Enjoy the great studio in the sky, David!

Durnbach CWGC war grave in Bavaria, laid to rest in immaculate grounds are over 2900 graves including POWs, all corners of the earth, and one very famous pilot (not demeaning all other brave souls) @CWGC @WeHaveWaysPod @James1940

THE DOSSIER #11: David Lammy MP – The Contemptible Born 1967. Tottenham. Guyanese parents. Father abandoned the family. Single mother. You have worn her struggles like a costume for thirty years. The scholarship. Harvard Law School. The most elite legal education on earth. You are not the voice of Tottenham. You are the voice of Cambridge, Massachusetts. The international elite's manufactured authentic. The working-class hero who needed three attempts to pass the Bar. Three attempts on a donor-funded scholarship. Then straight into politics. Not one day in private practice. Not one day meeting a payroll. Not one day outside the taxpayer-funded bubble. Fabian Society. The Foreign Policy Centre. Labour Friends of Israel. Labour Friends of Palestine. You join everything. You stand for nothing. You believe in nothing except your own advancement. Researcher for Harriet Harman. MP for Tottenham since 2001. Minister for Culture. Higher Education. Lord Commissioner of the Treasury. Now Deputy Prime Minister. You climbed to the second highest office in the land without ever leaving the building. Without ever building anything. Without ever creating anything. Without ever suffering the consequences of your own decisions. You called Brexiteers Nazis. You compared them to the Ku Klux Klan. You said they were allied with fascism and white supremacy. You called the 2016 vote "the worst thing since the Second World War." Seventeen million voters. Seventeen million of your own countrymen. Nazis. That is what you called them. That is what you think of the British people. That is your contempt laid bare. Then you begged for their votes. Then you begged for a trade deal with the America you called racist. Then you went silent when power required it. You have no principles. You have only appetites. You called Donald Trump a racist. A Nazi sympathizer. A member of the KKK. You demanded he be banned from Britain. You said he was unfit for office. Now you are Deputy Prime Minister. Now you need him. Now you are silent. How wonderfully flexible your principles are. How terribly convenient. How utterly predictable. You demanded Parliament be recalled in 2019 to stop Brexit. You said prorogation was a constitutional outrage. You wept for parliamentary sovereignty. Then you voted to revoke Article 50 without a referendum. You voted against the democratic result. Fifty-eight percent of your own constituents voted Leave. You voted to ignore them. You called it principle. They call it betrayal. They call it treachery. They are correct. You voted to scrap winter fuel payments for nine million pensioners. You took £300 from the poorest elderly households while you spent £1 million on private flights in three months. £14,000 per day. Your Foreign Office blew £521,000 on restaurants and bars in four months. The venues were hidden. The receipts were buried. The entitlement is total. The hypocrisy is infinite. You claimed £7,000 in accountancy fees on expenses. Ten times. To help with your tax returns. While you underpaid £2,500 in council tax on your £1.6 million London home. "An oversight," you claimed. The oversight of the man who lectures others about paying their fair share. The oversight of the reparations advocate who cannot pay his own bills. The oversight of the Nazi-caller who cannot follow basic tax law. You demanded reparations for the slave trade. You demanded Britain pay up. While you sat in the £3 million official residence at Chevening. While you flew business class to Washington. While you dined at the British Embassy. While you collected your £89,000 ministerial salary on top of your £91,000 MP salary. While your wife sat on the board of the Victoria and Albert Museum. Another quango. Another appointment. Another connection. The reparations advocate with the £180,000 household income. The guilt-monger with the expense account. The shame-peddler with the grace-and-favour residence. You took £35,000 from a property developer. You took hospitality from Qatar. You took flights from Saudi Arabia. You took dinners from anyone who would pay. Then you lectured others about ethics. Then you demanded transparency. The standards never applied to you. The rules were for the little people. The Nazis. The ones you despise. You called the 2011 Tottenham rioters victims of social injustice. While Tottenham burned. While shops were looted. While your constituents lost everything. You made excuses. You blamed cuts. You blamed the police. You blamed everyone except the people holding the petrol bombs. You are not a leader. You are an apologist for violence. You are not a representative. You are an excuser of destruction. You are the Shadow Foreign Secretary who did not know what NATO Article 5 was. You are the Deputy Prime Minister who confused India with Pakistan in your first week as Foreign Secretary. You are the barrister who cannot grasp basic geography. You are the Harvard Law graduate who needed three attempts to pass the Bar. Three attempts. While you lecture others about competence. While you call them Nazis. While you burn £1 million on private jets. Open borders. Flooded cities. British daughters paying the price for your virtue-signaling. Working-class communities destroyed by your policies. Working-class voters demonized by your tongue. You have spit on the people who gave your family refuge. You have sold the country that made you Deputy Prime Minister. You have given away our money while calling us Nazis. You are not a statesman. You are a shock jock in a suit. You are not a diplomat. You are a liability. You are not the future of Britain. You are its embarrassment at the highest level. You are its shame made flesh. Your Harvard degree is worthless. Your Fabian membership is a joke. Your thirty years in Parliament have produced nothing but division and disgust. Your constituents deserve better than a man who calls them Nazis. Your country deserves better than a Deputy Prime Minister who despises his own people. You will never be Prime Minister. You will never be respected. You will never recover from the mouth that destroyed you. The mouth that called seventeen million voters Nazis. The mouth that costs £14,000 per day in private jets. The mouth that demands reparations while dodging council tax. You are a fraud. You are a hypocrite. You are a disgrace. Your career is over. Your credibility is gone. Your Deputy Premiership is a corpse that has not yet fallen. When it falls, no one will mourn. No one will remember you fondly. You will be remembered only for the contempt you showed the British people. Only for the Nazi slurs. Only for the waste. Only for the betrayal. You are not fit to clean the shoes of the people you call Nazis. Your betrayal of Britain is now complete. Permanent exile awaits. Congratulations. You are The Dossier.

He's not bothered about child sexual exploitation on Pornhub, OnlyFans, Roblox, or any of the countless platforms where children are groomed, abused, and exploited. He's not demanding tougher sentences for predators. He's not demanding the closure of sites that profit from sexual content children can access. He wasn't particularly interested when the BBC spent decades covering for prolific celebrity nonces or when LBC parade around government psyop whore Bonnie Blue. What he cares about is @X. Because X is where people get news, compare notes, share evidence, and discover that what is happening in one town is happening in another. From Penzance to Portugal - we are one. The pretence is that this is about "misinformation" and "encitement", but the actual target is the means by which ordinary people communicate with each other. They've tried destroying our pubs and our churches and communities - where we congregate and talk and unite. But we found somewhere else, so that has to be destroyed too. What they forget is that the British were organising long before mobile phones, the internet, social media, television, radio, or newspapers. For a thousand years we organised rebellions, uprisings, protests, petitions, and resistance movements armed with little more than word of mouth, churchyards, market squares, pubs, and messengers on horseback. The Iceni managed it. The Cornish managed it. The Levellers managed it. The Chartists managed it. The people who fought the Romans, the Vikings, the Normans, and every other power that tried to impose itself upon them managed it. If people are angry enough, they will find each other. They always have.

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Rioters get jail time handed down within a week but the man who is on video trying to behead another gets 4 weeks minimum to mount a defence? Not two tier… Nothing to see here

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‼️PLEASE READ‼️ A local from Chelmsford today was in Cafe Nero This morning, between approximately 10am and 11am, they overheard a conversation which I believe local residents may find concerning. The following is their recollection of the conversation exactly as they understood it at the time. The man stated that he had come from Libya. He said that he had spent nine months in prison there because he was involved in gang activity. He then claimed he spent three days on a boat travelling to Italy, before being transported from Italy to France with others. He said he then crossed from France to the UK by boat. During the conversation, the man in Red appeared to be helping him complete what was described as an ARC application with the Home Office, which would allow him to obtain documentation relating to his immigration status. The man in red was also heard advising him that he needed a lawyer to help him remain in the UK and that he needed to attend a police station on 11 June. Based on what was discussed, it appeared that the individual is currently staying in accommodation in the Chelmsford area rather than at Wethersfield. It was overheard a CM1 postcode being mentioned. We believe this could be King Court apartments opposite the Cathedral. This is simply an account of a conversation that was overheard and is being shared in the public interest. What annoys me is why is a Gangster allowed to claim asylum in this country and why is the man in red clearly helping a criminal.

This man is Valdo Calocane who murdered Grace, Barnaby and Ian Coates by stabbing them to death in Nottingham. I have just heard Barnabys Mum on the radio - this animal is currently a patient in a secure mental health unit and is receiving up to £800 in BENEFITS a month as technically he’s not a prisoner! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. What an absolute insult to the victims families 💔@RestoreBritain

The sad reality... When those men were trying to hit/kick the migrant off to stop him decapitating the victim, they stopped as the police approached because they were worried about getting into trouble. Why? He's literally torturing someone to death!!! This is the power the state has, you see something horrific happening and you have to be worried about defending someone.

The Right is rising across Europe, and here on these ancient isles the native Englishman is finally stirring from his long slumber. Native men and women, in quiet corners and open conversations alike, are opening their eyes to a truth that grows heavier with each passing year: it is only getting worse. The England we inherited, the one shaped by our forefathers’ hands and dreams, feels increasingly distant, its essence diluted under the sheer weight of unending change imposed from above. This is no accident of fate. It is the visible consequence of decisions that treated the native peoples of these islands as secondary in their own homeland. Yet something profound is shifting. The White European spirit, that ancient and resilient force which built these sceptred isles through centuries of endeavour, refuses to slip away without assertion. From the length and breadth of England to our kith and kin across the isles, we are recognising the shared blood, the common ancestry, and the intertwined destiny that binds us with our European brothers. Natives of England, Scotland, Ireland, and the wider family of our peoples must find ways to stand together, not in fragmentation, but in a renewed understanding that we are one in defence of what is ours by right of birth, history, and the soil beneath our feet. The younger generation grasps this with a sharpness that cuts through the fog of previous complacency. They look upon the path ahead and see their inheritance at stake, their place in the continuous story of our people threatened by forces that would erase distinct identities in favour of a borderless blur. They are done with passivity. They reject the notion that loving one’s own kind and prioritising the native English above all foreigners is some moral failing. It is the most natural, the most vital impulse of any healthy people who wish their line to endure. This stirring across the isles and the continent is the reawakening of the native soul. It calls us to unite in spirit and purpose: England and her peoples first, always. Foreigners may come and go as guests, but they hold no claim to supplant or inherit the homeland forged for our descendants. No more yielding. No more watching our distinct way of life fade into irrelevance. The native must affirm his primacy — unapologetic, clear-eyed, rooted in the blood and continuity that define us. Blood, soil, and the unyielding will to preserve our civilisation for our own. That is the foundation. Across Europe the Right advances because the native stirs. Here on these isles, the same truth takes hold. England belongs to the English. The isles to their peoples. Let this realisation spread, firm and resolute, for the sake of all who come after us. The awakening is here. The defence of our own must follow.

Britain 2026 😖

These fools put us and our families in mortal danger and abused us for daring to speak out. They did it for years and they knew exactly what they were doing. All of them must go. All of their parties must go. We must have justice for what they have done too!

Wow… The Henry Nowak Story continues to get worse… The U.K. police wanted to censor their conduct as ‘online misinformation’ and were demanding that they continue to label Henry as the ‘aggressor’ If it wasn’t for X…the truth about Henry would be buried forever…