You have the right to withdraw your children from any lessons where they are being taught to study Islam.

England betrayed. We refuse to allow our cultural icons to be stolen from us by those who wish us harm and show us no respect. This project is a statement of intent. We are only just beginning. Thank you to everyone who has followed along and supported in any way. Here we conclude Project 39 with the John of Gaunt of speech from Richard II. John of Gaunt was the fourth son of Edward III, making him Richard II’s uncle. His son, Bolingbroke (future Henry IV) has just been banished, and here John of Gaunt complains about how Richard is betraying and destroying England. There are many notable literary techniques in this famous speech. Shakespeare often uses anaphora in speeches. This is the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of a sentence, in this case ‘this’ is repeated 17 times. But a more significant technique here is metonym. This is where an object stands in for a concept. In this case the concept is England, and the whole speech can be seen as a succession of metonyms to describe the concept of England. What is England? It is, to say the least, a much contested concept. A landmass, an island, an idea, a religion, a people, a tradition, a history, a culture? John of Gaunt gives us some clues here. He starts with the monarchy, then moves on to describe its geography as an island, its defenses, its flora and fauna, the character of its people and, finally, its Christian religion. John of Gaunt was known to be a close friend of the poet Geoffrey Chaucer. Perhaps Shakespeare sensed that he was Chaucer’s successor as the voice of England and gave Gaunt this speech as a way of inheriting the mantle. John of Gaunt is played by Oliver Bennett

Simplest way is to just cut off benefits, then give them 3 months to self deport.

Vote Restore Reform are Tory 2.0

Two Daily Mail front pages in a row abusing Restore Britain in the most spectacular fashion. We've got the buggers on the run.

Any attempt to impose mandatory Digital ID will be fully repealed, scrapped and eradicated by a Restore Britain Government.

8 years ago today the NHS murdered my Mum. She was waiting for a hernia op but instead they put her on end of life and sedated her to death. They said she died of old age and pneumonia, she was 73yrs old. Love and miss you Mum 🤍🕊

England is now a place where it's historic, timber framed buildings are becoming tacky Kebab Houses. 16 Meer Street, Stratford Upon Avon, Warwickshire.

Neil Oliver underscores how Net Zero rhetoric has gone quiet now that technocratic elites need dependable energy for vast data centres, which he describes as "the building blocks of a digital cage". He says the sudden return to oil and gas, after years of promoting wind and solar, exposes the "climate crisis hoax" for all to see.

They turned on him for it. Now they're parroting the exact same words. You couldn't make it up.

STOP DIGITAL ID

SHOCKING: The Rwandan immigrant Emmanuel Abayisenga had his asylum application in France rejected repeatedly since he filed it in 2012. Despite the deportation orders, he remained in the country illegally for years. The local priests entrusted him with the keys to the Nantes cathedral, assigning him the task of closing and caring for the building. After he set the cathedral on fire in 2020, destroying the organ and the choir, Father Maire took him into his own home, offering him shelter while awaiting trial. He then murdered Father Maire the following year. Suicidal empathy in a nutshell. Almost unbelievable.

Times change, people don’t.

Things people did in 1965 without a second thought, and what they cost you now. - Skipped breakfast when they weren't hungry. Now it is intermittent fasting, with an app, a podcast and a forty-pound book explaining what your grandfather did on a Tuesday for free. - Drank from the tap. Now it is reverse-osmosis, remineralised, glass-bottled and four pounds a litre, because the tap is suddenly beneath us. - Went out without sunscreen. Now it is reckless UV exposure, factor 50 reapplied hourly, on an overcast February morning in Glasgow. - Had three eggs for breakfast. Now it is a cholesterol risk and a worried chat with a doctor still reading off a leaflet the science binned years ago. - Put butter on their bread. Now it is saturated fat exposure, gently steered toward a tub of fourteen ingredients, not one of them a cow. - Walked somewhere because that was how you got there. Now it is a logged step count, a heart-rate zone and ninety-pound carbon-plated trainers for the trip to the corner shop. The factory settings of 1965 turned out a population leaner, fitter and far less medicated than the one now filling the waiting rooms. None of it was for sale, because none of it was a product. It was simply what people did, before someone realised you could sell it back to them at a markup. It still costs nothing. It always did.

Hillary Clinton says she is worried about losing control of social media - I think she means the ‘predator class’ are worried they are losing control over what the people think ! Why should they have control over what you think ? Because they always have ?

Is this the country you want to live in ? We are heading to totalitarianism very quickly

For thirty-five years it was illegal to put a particular red dye in your lipstick, because it caused cancer in laboratory animals. It stayed perfectly legal to put the same dye in sweets aimed at children. The dye is Red 3, the bright cherry colouring known in the trade as erythrosine. In 1990 the American regulator banned it from cosmetics and skin creams, having accepted that it caused thyroid cancer in rats. There is a law, the Delaney Clause, that is meant to be simple. If an additive causes cancer in people or animals, it should not be in the food supply. So it came out of the lipstick. It stayed in the food. Sweets, cakes, frostings, some medicines, the cheerful red things pointed straight at children. For more than three decades the very same substance was judged too dangerous to wear on your lips and perfectly fine to feed to a five-year-old. It took until January 2025, after a campaign group filed a formal petition, for the regulator to finally pull it from food as well. Manufacturers have until 2027 to take it out. For thirty-five years the system held two positions at once. Too risky for your face. Acceptable for your child's mouth. And it took an outside group, not the regulator, to finally force the contradiction shut. These are the people whose judgement you are told to trust completely on butter, beef and salt. Bear that in mind.

Rhiannon Whyte's mum is on the "list", someone who is non compliant with the government narrative. She is not willing to troll out the (state) prepared statements like some other families have done recently. That's why she's persona non gratis with Starmer.

In 1958 a British doctor handed the nation the reason it was getting fat. It thanked him by forgetting he existed. His name was Richard Mackarness, and before medicine he trained as a painter, studying under Mervyn Peake, the man who wrote Gormenghast. Then he changed course, qualified, and wrote a book with a title that still reads like a dare. Eat Fat and Grow Slim. The subtitle was cheekier still: Banting Up to Date, a nod to the Victorian undertaker who had cured his own obesity on meat and fat a century earlier and been ignored for it. Mackarness was picking up a thread the establishment had spent decades pretending not to see. His claim was simple and, to the dieticians of the day, outrageous. The thing fattening Britain was the carbohydrate, the bread and sugar and refined flour that humans had eaten in real quantity for only the thinnest sliver of their existence. Fat was close to innocent. He called the alternative the Stone Age diet: two million years as hunters, a few thousand as farmers, and a body that never got the memo about the switch. He was also writing on borrowed time, in the last years before the official war on fat: before the advice that swept dripping and butter from British kitchens and poured in margarine and industrial seed oils. He defended animal fat at the exact moment the establishment was lining up to condemn it. He had met the men doing this work too, crossing to America in 1958 to sit with the doctors he called the anti-cereal doctors, Donaldson among them, comparing patients who were losing weight while eating like lords. Then he pushed past weight altogether. As a psychiatrist at Park Prewett in Basingstoke he set up one of the first food allergy clinics the NHS had seen, and suggested something properly heretical: that some of the depression and fog filling his waiting room came straight off the dinner plate. He wrote it up in 1976 as Not All in the Mind, a title aimed at every colleague who had ever told a patient it was all in theirs. The verdict was a polite, immovable no. Not accepted, not adopted, filed under eccentric, while the nation was told to eat its wholemeal toast and fear the butter. The book sold anyway. People tried it, felt the difference, and never quite worked out why their doctor looked pained when they mentioned it. Mackarness died in 1996. The thing he was mocked for, that refined carbohydrate rather than fat sits behind much of modern metabolic disease, is creeping back into respectable conversation as though no one had said it first. Somebody did. He trained as a painter, and he saw the picture fifty years before the rest of the room.

I wake up in the hospital to this horrendous news… 😱 The road is out, the warning signs have been removed, and they keep telling us everything is okay. ⚠️🚧 This bill will kill the nation — literally. ⚰️🪦 This bill will kill the nation — morally. ⚰️🪦