So this is how Brighton Lefties & police think it's ok to abuse myself and my daughters , then say my daughter Rhiannon deserved to die at the hands of an illegal migrant. What do the police do? Fk me onto the floor! But not allowed to incite violence ,clowns 🤡

Don’t argue with people over sixty. Just don’t. It’s not just an age; it’s a masterclass in survival. They grew up without Google, without DoorDash, without therapy podcasts, and without an "undo" button. If something broke, they grabbed duct tape, WD-40, a hammer, and a look of sheer determination that made even the broken appliance second-guess itself. As kids, they knew exactly what kind of mood their mom was in just by the sound of how hard she slammed the cast-iron skillet onto the stove. They were the original latchkey kids — walking home from middle school with a house key tied around their neck, with strict orders to heat up lunch and not burn the kitchen down. By the time they were ten, they could bike to the corner store, buy a gallon of milk for the neighbor, feed the family dog, and still have time to play freeze tag in the yard until dark. Their knees were a permanent canvas of scrapes, bruises, and rubbing alcohol. Their universal first-aid kit was just a quick wash under the garden hose and a Band-Aid. If a bone wasn't sticking out, you were fine. They drank water straight from that same hose, ate Wonder Bread covered in butter and sugar, shared a single glass bottle of Coke among five friends, and somehow didn't die from a lack of sanitization. This is the generation that knows how to rewind a cassette tape with a No. 2 pencil. They know the suspense of waiting all week for a movie to air on TV, because if you missed it, it was gone. They remember rotary phones, looking up a family in a massive paper phonebook, and the excitement of getting a color television. They survived party lines, typewriter ribbons, early brick cell phones, and flip phones — and today, they might accidentally send you a 7-minute voice memo where the first 6 minutes are just them breathing and asking, "Hello? Can you hear me?" And don't you dare laugh. Because without a GPS, these people could drive halfway across the country using nothing but an old paper map, a cooler full of sandwiches, and the gut feeling that "the exit should be coming up somewhere around here." They are the ultimate masters of household magic. They can stitch, tighten, glue, and fix just about anything. And somewhere in their pantry, they have a "bag of bags" that is literally older than half the gadgets you own. Leave people over sixty alone. They saw the world before the internet, and they navigated the world after it. And through it all, they didn't just get by — they thrived.

44 years ago today, the guns fell silent. 255 British servicemen never came home. Thousands more carried the physical and mental scars of the Falklands long after the fighting ended. They answered their nation's call without hesitation. Today, we remember their courage, their sacrifice, and the families who paid the highest price. We will remember them. 🇬🇧🌺 #Falklands #WeWillRememberThem

From the WEF website DIGITAL IDENTITY TO CONTROL THEM ALL! Without Digital ID the agenda 2030 targets are unachievable. We must say NO to Digital ID, then we buy ourselves time for the truth to emerge and it’s game over for the globalist plans to control humanity.

This stag was killed by the Tiverton Staghounds, on 27th October 2025. The hunt met at Two Posts Cross, Pennymoor. The kill happened at Cadleigh after yet another long, agonising chase. Once dead, he was dragged by the antlers, trussed up and then hung from the back of a quadbike in a final indignity. This hunt switched between various exemptions to suit to kill this stag, but it always ends up the same - a long and torturous chase which ends in these magnificent stags being carved up into trophies. It’s time to end trail hunting and all the absurd exemptions which are utilised by hunts to cover illegal and barbaric hunting. With just 5 days left before the consultation closes - please give the government your views on this cruelty, ⬇️ huntsabs.org.uk/ha-campaign/…

‘SNP accused of 'working hand in glove' with trans radicals to scrap single-sex spaces and 'undermine women's rights'’ Fantastic to see this coverage, long overdue - a true scandal @DailyMail dailymail.com/news/article-1…

The State doesn't care about child safety on social media. The ONLY time politicians have cared about social media is when it started hurting their policies. This is why online censorship centres around FREE SPEECH platforms, like Twitter, rather than gaming chats. My comments on the @Iromg show.

BREAKING: Poland just told the EU to go to hell. President Nawrocki vetoed the Digital Services Act. "The state is supposed to guarantee freedom. Not restrict it." One man. One veto. The EU spent years building the most sophisticated censorship machine in the Western world. Destroyed. Governments deciding what you can post. Governments deciding what you can share. Governments deciding what is true. Poland said no. While Germany complied. While France complied. While the entire EU rolled over. The same Poland that surpassed the ECB in gold reserves. The same Poland that has been right about everything. Is now the last wall standing between European citizens and state-controlled speech. The EU doesn't want free citizens. It wants manageable ones. Poland just reminded them what freedom actually looks like. Every European should be paying attention.

America is building rockets that can go to Mars and is taking AI to new levels. Meanwhile, in Britain, our Government is banning underfloor heating and wants to regulate our use of towel rails. I despair for our future under these student socialist imbeciles.

Makerfield taxi driver, 63, faces life on benefits due to Labour's Andy Burnham’s Clean Air Zone madness! John from Wigan has a 17-year-old taxi that’s immaculate and passes every emissions and MOT test. But from 31 Dec 2026, Burnham’s policy bans any car over 12 years old, regardless of emissions. John can’t afford a new £20k taxi and at 63 he’ll be forced out of work and onto benefits! ‼️This is the real cost of net zero virtue-signalling on working people. Vote @RestoreBritain to end this assault on hardworking British people!🇬🇧

Giggle has applied to have Giggle v Tickle heard in the High Court. “We have filed for special leave in the High Court… Because the federal court is saying men can be women in law & making women only spaces effectively unisex, we are going to the High Court to challenge that.”

Join over 50,000 people in signing the FSU’s petition to SAVE JURY TRIALS. David Lammy is ploughing ahead with plans to restrict our ancient right to trial by jury. He claims it is the only way to tackle the backlog of 80,000 cases in the Crown Court. He is wrong. The Institute for Government has said his plan would save only 2 per cent of Crown Court time, not the 20 per cent promised by ministers. Judges, lawyers, MPs and victims of crime have all warned against the Government’s proposals, saying they would undermine public trust in the criminal justice system. FSU research has shown that those charged with speech-related offences are almost twice as likely to be found not guilty in a Crown Court trial before a jury than in a magistrates’ court without one. If David Lammy gets his way, more people will be punished simply for exercising their right to free speech. Sign below 👇

Los musulmanes de toda Europa están conmocionados tras la histórica y valiente decisión de Suecia: dejará de usar el término «islamofobia», acuñado por los Hermanos Musulmanes, por considerarlo un concepto manipulado políticamente para silenciar las críticas al islam. La ministra de Asuntos Exteriores sueca, Maria Malmer Stenergard, anunció que su gobierno presionará a la Unión Europea y a las Naciones Unidas para que dejen de usar este término fraudulento. El concepto de «islamofobia» fue diseñado deliberadamente para equiparar la crítica legítima a la doctrina islámica con el racismo. Se utilizó como arma para silenciar el debate sobre textos islámicos fundamentales que contienen mandamientos para hacer la guerra, violar y someter a los no musulmanes. Suecia acaba de reconocer lo que millones de europeos ya saben: criticar una religión que abiertamente llama al asesinato y la esclavitud sexual de los no creyentes no es una fobia, sino sentido común y autoconservación. Esto supone un duro golpe para el lobby islamista en toda Europa. ¿Estás de acuerdo con la decisión de Suecia?

DIGITAL ID: "If we stand #together the game ends" @djlange Privacy and freedom should never be traded for “convenience.” Govt services should serve citizens - not consolidate everyone into a single system by default. Convenience for whom, exactly? DJ Lange at our #ScrapDigitalID rally in London Stronger #together

The establishment attacks on Restore Britain are rapidly increasing, as expected. It is relentless. They are terrified. Owen Jones, Nigel Farage, Zack Polanski, the Daily Mail, Nadine Dorries, Michael Gove, endless faceless Labour MPs, the Guardian. The whole team. It will not work. Why? I am not in this for the money, the status, the popularity. I don’t care about any of that. I’ve got enough money. I don’t have to be doing any of this. If I cared what people in posh parts of London thought of me, I would not be doing this. Trust me. But I want to be really clear about my opinion on them. I do not give a shit what they think of me. I really don’t. I am doing this for one reason, and one reason only. To give the British people a democratic route out. It’s the only way. The last way. What we are doing is not going to be easy or straightforward, nobody has said otherwise. But it is necessary. We will not budge, backtrack or fold to establishment pressure. We are going to do what is needed to Restore Britain. If you want to vote for failed Conservatives, that’s your choice. There are now two options on the voting paper for that. Lucky us. But Restore Britain is offering a genuine alternative. Millions and millions of patriotic British men and women are taking it.

Elon Musk @elonmusk is going to fund legal action against @HantsPolice after officers handcuffed dying Henry Nowak, 18. They believed his killer who said Henry racially abused him. Henry died of DEI. Police are programmed to believe anyone who claims “racism”. Anyone know the officer who told Henry he hadn’t been stabbed?

🚨Breaking News Rupert Lowe addresses the Restore army at Haydock racecourse. Sound not amazing but i was quite far back. Off to knock on doors now. This turnout proves that Restore are here to stay. Ive never known anything like it.🇬🇧🇬🇧

A critically endangered Diademed sifaka hanging on for dear life—but losing grip on existence in this world. Madagascar is stricken with extreme poverty, so hunting these large sifakas for bushmeat has soared, even in protected areas. Slash-and-burn for timber and sugar cane plantations for illegal rum is destroying their food trees. Touchingly, they diligently patrol their territory every morning, carefully scent marking their trees to protect it—but they are defenseless against the ravages we inflict on them. Long-lived and slow-to-reproduce, now also with high infant mortality (50%), wasting in adults and stunting in immatures as we systematically remove their means to exist. The tiny, isolated groups in the fragmented reserves may already be genetically non-viable long-term. It will take a miracle—or someone with enormous wealth— to save this spectacular species from extinction within my lifetime.

Fuck about & Find Out!👇 The slag who battered a Female Police Sgt with a sledgehammer breaking her back for which she will have life long issues >Fuck You; You didn’t get near long enough with a 50% reduction you coward & a Woman beater & Criminal👇🤷‍♂️🤬

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.