❌ David Taylor 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧❌

They’re all political appointees. Has anyone heard the Archbishop of Canterbury condemn Islam and its treatment of Christian’s. Or stand up for Christianity in Britain. Neither have I and I never will.

None what so ever. It’s a barrel full of bad apples

A woman brutally raped by 4 men in Bristol city centre at 3am. This isn't "one bad night." This is the reality for women in the UK today. No longer safe to walk our streets, even in the heart of a major city. Enough with the excuses, the "diversity" denials, and the pathetic "not all men" deflections. Women are terrified. Politicians and police have failed us. Demand real borders, real justice, and real safety or admit you're complicit in turning Britain into a no go zone for half the population. #WomenNotSafeUK #BristolRape CCTV images from the Police

The Great British net zero con-trick of Drax. The Labour government is trying to force through an extension that would give Drax an estimated £1.8bn in taxpayer funded subsidies on top of the £11bn it has already received. Drax has burned an amount of wood equivalent to 300 million trees. Burning wood creates 18% more CO2 emissions than coal. And here’s the con trick: Drax is a sneaky way of exporting our CO2 emissions. We pay billions of pounds to cut down ancient forests in the US and Canada, ship the wood across the Atlantic in diesel tankers, then burn it in a Yorkshire-based power station. And here’s the kicker - the CO2 emissions tally is not counted against the country that burns it, but the country that grows it. So Drax emissions are counted against the countries who grow and export the wood for Drax - like Canada and USA…not UK who burn it. So the UK can reduce CO2 figures by importing the burning wood grown elsewhere. A gigantic net zero con-trick that is the exact opposite of ‘environmentally friendly’.

For Restore Britain to score 9% in a national poll less than a month after our official registration is a historic achievement. Restore Britain is the fastest growing political party in British history. The people are waking up.

It’s been said that the father was wanted for murder and being a war lord in his own country. Starmer defended him and defeated the extradition request. If that’s true then wow. Just who is responsible for these deaths? @RupertLowe10

🚨BREAKING: Keir Starmer has MISLED the house as its revealed Peter Mandelson failed his security vetting clearance The Ministerial Code says Ministers who mislead Parliament are expected to resign. If he refuses, it will cement his position as a corrupt, socialist dictator.

Yes

“Take your mask off, you wanker.” This is one of the best clips ever recorded. A lone Englishman calmly stands firm against a mob of masked protesters at London’s Al Quds Day march. Zero fear. "Go back to where you came from Abdul" “You have no business here. This is England.” Proudly English while they hide their faces. Police hover nearby, but he holds the line alone. One native Brit saying what millions feel. Share if you’ve had enough. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

@SebastianWandle You should be ashamed.

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Any attempt to reverse Brexit will make the poll tax riots look like a Sunday afternoon picnic

This is exactly what he’s up to , this is why a lot of people aren’t aware of the rapes etc , he’s been controlling the news ! Sounds Communist doesn’t it!

Well someone has to pay for all Starmers and Lammys many many flights, accommodation and entertainment (Booze and food) trips they’ve made in such a short time.

My daughter got detention for defending her late Marine father — but when FOUR MEN IN UNIFORM walked into the school the next day, the entire building went silent. "Mrs. Harrison, you have to understand: Grace’s behavior was completely UNACCEPTABLE. We respect your husband’s service to this country, but..." her teacher said. My 14-year-old daughter sat beside me, her eyes glassy. The day before, one of her classmates had made a joke about Grace not having a father. He was a Marine. Grace was only three when we lost him. So when that girl laughed and said, "Maybe your dad just didn’t want to come back," something inside Grace snapped. She shot to her feet so fast that her chair slammed to the floor. Through tears, she shouted, "My dad was a HERO. Don’t you ever talk about him like that again!" She was the one who got detention. She barely said a word the whole way home. That night, I found her sitting on the floor in my husband’s old sweatshirt. "I’m sorry I got in trouble," she whispered. "I just couldn’t let her say that about him." My heart cracked wide open. The next morning, the school called an emergency assembly. I assumed it had something to do with Spirit Week. A few minutes after the first bell, Grace texted me from the auditorium. Then my phone rang. "Mom..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "You need to come." I stood up so fast I knocked over my coffee. "What happened? Grace, are you okay?" There was a long silence on the other end. "Mom... four men in uniform just walked into the school." "Hide right now. What’s happening? I’m calling the police!" But Grace laughed. "No, Mom, they’re not doing anything bad. You have no idea WHAT JUST HAPPENED! Just get here, please!" she said, before the line went dead. I didn't bother grabbing my purse. I threw my keys into the ignition, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sped to the high school. When I burst through the double doors of the auditorium, I stopped dead in my tracks. The room, packed with over eight hundred teenagers, was completely, eerily silent. Down the center aisle stood four imposing figures in impeccable Marine Corps Dress Blues. The brass buttons caught the overhead lights, and their crisp white covers were tucked sharply under their arms. I recognized the man at the front immediately. It was Staff Sergeant Miller—my late husband’s closest friend and squad leader. I had called him in tears the night before, just needing someone who understood the weight of the disrespect Grace had faced. I hadn't expected him to do *this*. The principal, Mr. Davis, stood awkwardly at the podium, looking completely out of his depth. Staff Sergeant Miller didn't wait for permission to speak. He stepped up to the front, taking the microphone from the stand, and his booming, authoritative voice echoed through the massive room. "We apologize for the interruption, Principal Davis," Miller said, though his tone suggested he wasn't sorry at all. "But we received word that a young lady in this school was being disciplined for defending the honor of a fallen United States Marine." A collective gasp rippled through the student body. The teacher who had given Grace detention slunk back into her seat in the front row, her face turning crimson. Miller’s heavy gaze swept across the bleachers. "Where is Grace Harrison?" Grace stood up slowly from the middle row, still wearing her dad’s oversized sweatshirt. "Come down here, Grace," Miller commanded gently. As she walked down the bleacher steps, the three other Marines broke formation and fell perfectly into step behind her, creating an impromptu honor guard. They escorted her to the center of the floor. Miller turned to face the silent crowd. "Captain Mark Harrison didn't just 'not want to come back.' He gave his life pulling three wounded men out of a burning transport vehicle in the middle of a firefight. I know, because I was one of those men. None of us standing here today would be breathing if it weren't for Grace's father." The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. A few rows up, the girl who had made the cruel joke the day before was staring at her shoes, visibly crying. Miller turned back to Grace and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to eye level with her. He pulled a small, velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gleaming Challenge Coin from their old unit. "Grace," he said, his voice thick with emotion but loud enough for the microphone to carry. "Your father was the bravest man I ever knew. You stood your ground yesterday, just like he would have. You protected his honor, and now, his squad is here to protect yours. We have your back. Always." He pressed the heavy metal coin into her palm, stood up, and then all four Marines snapped a crisp, perfectly unified salute to my fourteen-year-old daughter. Tears streamed down Grace's face, but they weren't tears of anger or shame anymore. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and returned a clumsy but beautiful salute of her own. Suddenly, from the back row of the bleachers, a single student stood up and started clapping. Then another. Within seconds, the entire auditorium erupted into a deafening standing ovation. Even Mr. Davis and the teachers were on their feet. I hurried down the aisle, wiping away my own tears, and wrapped Grace in a massive hug. Staff Sergeant Miller tipped his head to me, a fierce, protective glint in his eye. Before we could leave the building, Principal Davis rushed over to us in the hallway. He looked thoroughly chastised. "Mrs. Harrison, Grace," he stammered, wringing his hands. "I... I want to formally apologize. The detention has been completely wiped from her record. We will be handling the bullying incident with the other student appropriately, and frankly, I think our staff needs a heavy refresher on empathy." Grace squeezed the coin in her hand, looking up at the four men in uniform who had dropped everything to stand by her side. She didn't need to say a word. The message had been delivered loud and clear. Captain Mark Harrison had left a legacy of courage behind, and that day, an entire school learned exactly what it meant to be a hero's daughter.

Didn’t last time

@triffic_stuff_ Right outside the front door of the Epsom Methodist Church covering the attack site is a CCTV camera. The police fucking know who did this - this is a Southport style cover up .

🚨 BREAKING: KEIR STARMER OVERULED SECURITY VETTING TO APPOINT MANDELSON PETER MANDELSON FAILED SECURITY VETTING STARMER APPOINTED HIM ANYWAY THIS IS IT STARMER MUST GO NOW

In London, a phone is stolen every 6 minutes. The police rarely bother to respond. But they had no problem arresting a peaceful 75-year-old woman named Rose. Her crime? Standing quietly near a hospital holding a sign that read: “Here to talk, only if you want.” She was charged under the new “buffer zone” law for “influencing.” Let that sink in. If silently offering a conversation is now a criminal offense in Britain, do British citizens still have free speech?

Why do we have to ship them back? Just prevent them from crossing the border.