Im worried about two things @narindertweets 1. Legalising drugs, open borders, and stopping war by saying “please mr president” is absolutely mental 2. The amount you used to froth over my massive Willy 🍆

The African immigrant on the left has founded seven companies, directly and indirectly created 800,000 good paying jobs, created thousands of new American millionaires, developed reusable orbital rockets and brain chips that are giving independence to paraplegics, saved free speech, and can’t stop talking about how much he loves America. The African immigrant on the right married her brother to commit immigration fraud, facilitated the theft of money intended to feed hungry kids, has used government to enrich herself, praises terrorists, and can’t stop talking about how much she hates America. Leftists want the African immigrant on the left punished with punitive taxes and deported, but will try to run over law enforcement and get shot in the face in support of the African immigrant on the right.

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.

.@UKLabour I would STRONGLY suggest that you remove this post immediately as your statement of myself ‘assaulting’ a female officer is highly misleading and completely false as I’ve never laid a finger on a woman let alone a female Police officer! However doesn’t Labour allow for female police officers to have their noses broken nowadays??? #Manchester #Labourout

I exposed Andy Burnham's role in the Pakistani Rape gang cover up. In bite sized chunks, I will share with you the evidence. We start with @AndyBurnhamGM himself. Part 1: ANDY BURNHAM KNEW BETTER Start here. Before anything else, understand who this man is. Andy Burnham was the Shadow Home Secretary from around 2015 to 2017. He would have known everything there was to know about Rotherham. He would have known the Alexis Jay report, which exposed how more than 1,400 children were abused in that town while officials looked away, suppressed evidence, and attacked the people raising the alarm. He would have known Rochdale. He would have known the pattern. Organised networks of predominantly Pakistani men, children in local authority care, police who chose not to see, councils who chose not to act, a political class that chose silence. None of it would have been new to him when he walked into the Mayor's office in 2017. Go back further. Andy Burnham is the politician whose name is most associated with forcing the truth out of Hillsborough. He has posted a video of himself at Anfield, speaking at the memorial, calling it the moment his politics changed. He campaigned for years on the argument that institutional cover-ups are broken open by one thing. Statutory powers to compel evidence and a legal duty of candour on public officials. That is his own position. His own words. He has campaigned to write the duty of candour into law. He sat with the Hillsborough families celebrating when they finally got it. He has used those families in his Makerfield campaign literature. He has used them. He has always known what separates a process capable of extracting the truth from one that merely asks for it. The difference is statutory compulsion, sworn evidence, and a legal obligation to produce documents. Without those three things, you are asking institutions to confess to their own crimes. They will not. That is not cynicism. That is the lesson of every cover-up in modern British public life, and it is the lesson Burnham himself spent years teaching publicly. His experience as Shadow Home Secretary, his knowledge of Rotherham and Rochdale, his campaigns on Hillsborough, none of this lowered the standard he would be held to. It raised it. He understood the landscape better than almost any politician in this country when he took office. He cannot claim ignorance. He knew what the tools were. He chose not to use them. When he was given the power and the opportunity as Mayor of Greater Manchester to go after the rape gangs and expose what had been done to children across Greater Manchester, Andy Burnham chose the process that facilitated a cover up. He did not make an error of judgment. He chose it deliberately, knowing what that choice would produce. Ask him why he launched a 7 year series of powerless Assurance Reviews instead of demanding a National Inquiry. _________ I’m Raja Miah MBE. For seven years, I led a campaign that exposed how senior Labour politicians helped protect Pakistani rape gangs. The people of my town EXPOSED ANDY BURNHAM and helped force the national inquiry. You won’t see me on the BBC. You won’t read my work in the legacy press. That’s not an accident. I take this to a place from where there is no coming back. All of my work is 100% free. There are no paywalls to access any of my content. I just ask those that can afford to do so to support me. Either with a subscription to Red Wall and the Rabble or by a one off contribution and buying me a coffee using one of these links. You can sign up to my newsletter using this link; redwallandtherabble.co.uk And buy me a coffee here; BuyMeACoffee.com/recusantnin… paypal.me/RecusantNine I represent no political party. I have no side other than the survivors and the communities left abandoned by a political elite. I bring a type of campaigning unique in this space. This is why those in power have desperately tried to silence me. With the ongoing mainstream media blacklist of my voice, I need your help. Please, if you can, share, subscribe and support the work. Raja Miah MBE

Do you agree the Obamas deliberately created a race war?

THE DOSSIER #6: Angela Rayner MP – The Hypocrite-in-Chief Born 1980. Council house, Stockport. Pregnant at sixteen. No qualifications. The origin story writes itself. You lasted less than a year as a care worker. Twelve months of actual work, then straight into UNISON. Shop steward. Full-time union official. The Fabian Society claimed you soon after. You climbed from activist to Deputy Prime Minister without ever creating a job, meeting a payroll, or building a thing. You called Conservatives "Tory scum." You called them scum from your £3 million grace-and-favour flat. You called them scum while you underpaid £40,000 in stamp duty on your £800,000 Hove bolthole. "Inadvertent," you called it. Richard Tice called you "the biggest hypocrite in the land." He was being kind. Sir Laurie Magnus investigated. The Prime Minister's ethics adviser found you breached the ministerial code. He noted you "did not heed the caution" in your own legal advice. Forced to resign on September 5, 2025. Disgraced. Yet still you cling to that MP salary. You preach working-class aspiration while your property portfolio expands. You lecture homeowners about propriety while you forget to pay tax on your second home. You are the council house girl who discovered the establishment pays better than the estates ever could. You backed scrapping winter fuel payments for nine million pensioners. You defended the two-child benefit cap hitting working families. You wanted to claw back child benefit from households earning £50,000 while you dodged £40,000 in taxes yourself. You are the professional working-class activist who monetised her own story. The authenticity merchant who sold the narrative and kept the change. The inadvertent tax-dodger who deliberately climbed. Your seat is safe. The estates you left behind are not. Congratulations. You are The Dossier. Your betrayal of Britain is complete.

Narinder love, You say he calls racists racist. One hundred seventy-seven likes. The top comment has twelve and it is a screenshot of you being called racist by James Whale as he stormed off set. Bless. You have built a career calling the British people racist. The same people whose country you live in, whose television you appear on, whose institutions you use to platform your hatred. There is a petition accusing you of hate speech against white British citizens. Leo Kearse said you have created more racism than anyone else in the UK. You see racism everywhere except in your own mirror, love. You called migrant protests racist while defending every policy that brought them here. You smeared a seventeen-year-old as a virgin for protesting. You attacked Kate Middleton's appearance. You have no loyalty to this country. You have no loyalty to its people. You are a guest who abuses the host. You are not an anti-racist. You are a race-baiter who profits from division, a foreigner who lectures the native population, a woman who hates the very country that tolerates her presence. Keep speaking. Every word proves us right. Every accusation recruits more to the cause. Every lecture makes it clearer that you do not belong here.

This vile, divisive little cunt exploiting this murder to tell white people to shut up

The Digwa family ask for privacy so they can ‘come to terms with what lies ahead’. F*** off. They didn’t call an ambulance, they lied to police, they played the race card, they also raised a monster. They get to visit their son in prison, the Nowaks will never see their son again

I’m sure Henry’s family have the same contempt for you as the rest of us. A boy is dead due to woke ideology and your obsession to appease any other culture, other than our own. Get on your knees, like you did for George Floyd. Children’s lives matter!!

Carol Vorderman's bumhole should be registered as a museum given its age and number of visitors. But you'd think it's the Crown Jewels the way people are reacting to a little joke about it. Twelve years ago Rob Kenyon, the Reform candidate in Makerfield, posted "he's just saying what we're all thinking" as a reply to criticism of a lewd comment about Carol Vorderman's bumhole. For some unknown reason, the entire UK establishment has seized on this to try and take him down by pretending to be offended over this pretty tame and quite funny joke he made online over a decade ago. Carol Vorderman is clutching her pearls as if she's finally discovered the concept of dignity and is accusing Mr Kenyon of "disgusting, degrading" comments and demanding an apology. The fake puritanical outrage from Carol Vorderman over a fleeting Facebook quip about her anus is nauseating. As if she's a Victorian vicar's wife whose virtue has been impugned, rather than a hard boiled thrasher who spends her life waving her bum and her sex life around whether you want to see them or not. And for Labour's squadrons of traitorous termagants to hoot outrage-by-proxy over a joke - A JOKE! - when they blithely dismiss the industrial-scale rape and torture of vulnerable British girls by their imported voters. Angela Rayner and Creasy Stella hold their bleeding hearts up to the camera - "look where the joke hurt us!" - while turning a hard face to brutalised children, voting against the national grooming gangs inquiry. No apology for Labour's rape-for-votes scandal. But this comment about Carol Vorderperson's anus requires a grovelling apology? Get fucked, fussocks. I hope Reform don't fall into the trap of apologising. Carol parades her frenetic, swarming sex life for attention, then cries when people comment. We all know that nobody is offended. We all know that they're pretending so that they can score a political point. If they can bend Reform to their will, they show dominance. Reform need to reframe this and ground it in reality. You don't win elections by dancing to your opponent's fiddle.

In Gaza, two men were caught on video handing food to kids, snapping photos, then taking it back. In the background, the person filming says in Arabic: “He’s taking the plate, and keeps going to the next kid.” There has never been starvation in Gaza. It’s all propaganda.

Muslims electing Muslims exactly because they’re Muslims - they then govern as Muslims, for Muslims. Demographic changes, birth rates and mass immigration mean that this is going to accelerate, rapidly. What is our country going to look like in fifty years? Twenty years? Ten years? Honestly, think about that. On current projections, Britain has an Islamic future. That is just a fact. I don’t like it, in fact it terrifies me, but it’s true. I do not want my grandchildren’s children to grow up in a Muslim Britain. Tower Hamlets. Rochdale. Birmingham. Luton. Blackburn. Large parts of London. I could go on. A sectarian nightmare. Deep divisions across the community in parts of those towns, in others it’s entirely united - united by Islam. That is our future. Unless we act, unless we organise, unless we vote. There is still time. Restore Britain is the only serious political party that has the courage to stand up for a Christian Britain. We are the only political party with the courage to do what is necessary. Mass immigration from Islamic countries will end, day one. Banning halal slaughter, cousin marriage, the burqa/niqab. Dominating Islamic prayer will be outlawed, along with any form of Sharia Law. We will not tolerate the call to prayer being blared out across British towns. The colonisation of our cities by foreign enclaves practising medieval practices will end. The islamification of Britain will be halted and reversed. That is what Restore Britain will do. If you agree, then join us. Join the party, attend your local meetings, volunteer. Help us. Because we need it, and nobody else is going to do it. Not Farage, not the Tories, certainly not Labour. This is up to us now. And there is one answer. Restore Britain.

You finished 9th on Big Brother 24 years ago, bought a "Pranic Healing" certificate online, and crowned yourself "Mrs Hot Model India World 2020" at age 47. You're not a community leader. You're a failed reality TV contestant the white media wheel out when they need a brown face to call Britain racist. You create trauma on morning TV, then sell "healing" to the communities you traumatise. Henry was a child, not a marketing opportunity for your "Phoenix" brand. Sit down, 9th place.

I want to be really clear in my response. I am not going to retract anything, I stand by every single word. Labour are calling for me to apologise. The answer is no. Industrial rape across almost every town and city in Britain. Sexual torture. Murder. Endless rape. I sat there for two weeks, listening to these girls. I heard how one girl was raped by a dog, as Muslim men bet on what the animal would do. Girls drugged and locked in cages, like rats. Another, raped by 700 men over three years. Dozens and dozens of these stories through our inquiry, and we are barely scratching the surface. This was allowed to happen EXACTLY because politicians were cowards, refusing to discuss it. I will not make that same mistake. I said what I said, and I meant it. The Labour Party have blood on their hands, yet they think they can demand an apology from me for highlighting the systemic evil they allowed to infect our entire country? They can piss off. I am angry about it. Furious. When you hear directly from these girls about what they have been through, it changes the way you see politics. Forever. Our report will be out very soon. When that happens, I don’t want any apologies from the Labour Party. I don’t care about that. I want to see those politicians responsible for covering up this atrocity behind bars for what they have done to these girls.

RT @MAGA__Patriot: This is the reality of Islam, and I honestly don't understand how any American can support it.

You can't even escape the DIEversity of "Modern England" by having a day at the beach. Muslims film themselves setting fireworks off at families at the coast, all whilst screaming "allahu akbar".

Keir Starmer has destroyed Great Britain to the point where, for example, Brendan Kavanagh, the famous shopping centre boogie woogie piano player and his wife are arrested for posting something on Facebook that caused someone a bit of anxiety. Still, two Muslim animals can hospitalise a female police officer and walk away Scot-free.

Fuck my life, we are here at an event called Harvey fest for young Harvey Willgoose who was stab and killed at school which his mum and dad have put on ans the police have turned up asking for an events certificate 😡😡😡😡😡 what’s going on with this country 😡