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HORRIFIC…WELCOME TO KEIR STALIN’S BRITAIN… A BRITISH GIRL screams “HELP ME! THEY’RE GOING TO RAPE ME” as two Afghan asylum seekers drag her…which she recorded on her phone. Lawyers are BLOCKING the footage because “It would cause RIOTS across Britain”

Yes, the people who call themselves 'trans' exist and they deserve exactly the same rights as everyone else, which, fortunately, they already have in the UK. It would rightly be considered discrimination if a person was refused employment, housing or the vote because they identified as trans. 'Trans women are women' is a thought-terminating cliché. Men are not women. That doesn't mean they're not allowed to present themselves however they like, call themselves whatever they like and believe whatever they like about themselves. It means they haven't changed sex. If we replace the objective, observable characteristic of sex with the unfalsifiable concept of gender identify, women and girls lose, among other things, their right to fair and safe sport and women-only spaces, including changing rooms, prison cells and rape crisis services. Women and girls are provably more vulnerable to forms of abuse including sexual assault, harassment and voyeurism in mixed-sex spaces. There is no evidence that trans-identified men don't have exactly the same rates of criminal offending as all other men. Trans people exist. I have no desire for them not to exist; indeed, I wish them safety, happiness and health. However, 'existence' does not, and should not, mean the violation of other people's right to privacy, dignity and freedom of speech, or the reconfiguration of society to indulge a fallacy.

Women o’ Scotland will be at hustings across the country over the coming weeks. With the election fast approaching, it’s vital we show up, ask questions, and hold candidates and parties accountable. We’ll also be pressing them to uphold and implement the Supreme Court ruling. If they’re still claiming “woman” means anything other than biological sex, then they’re not standing up for women. @theSNP @ScotTories @ScottishLabour @scottishgreens @scotlibdems @AlbaParty @ReformUKScot #WomensRights #ScottishElection #Election2026 #RespectMySexIfYouWantMyX

If you're this publicly comfortable enough to strut about in drag, you're totally ready to just use the mensroom ✔️

I see that Australia has imported Dr Upton to work as a "female" doctor. Unless he has changed his ways, his female colleagues should expect him to pop up in their changing rooms, armed with a little notebook in which he will record any signs, however slight, of their displeasure

Dry dripping on bread, with a pinch of salt, was, for approximately four hundred years, one of the most common things a British child ate when he came in from school. The dripping was what was left in the pan after the Sunday roast. Beef fat, mostly, sometimes with a dark jelly at the bottom where the juices had settled. Your mother spooned it into a white enamel bowl, covered it with a plate, and kept it on the cold shelf in the pantry. It lasted a week. Sometimes two. It fried the Monday bubble and squeak, the Tuesday eggs, the Wednesday onions. On Thursday afternoon, before it ran out, you got a slice of bread spread with the stuff, a pinch of salt cracked on top, and that was tea. It was a treat. It was also just food. A child in 1930 would have looked at you blankly if you had suggested that beef dripping on bread was in any way remarkable. It was what was in the bowl. It was free. It tasted of Sunday lunch three days later. Beef dripping is approximately 50% monounsaturated fat, 40% saturated fat, and carries the fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E, and K from the pasture the cow grazed on. The cow ate grass. The grass had been growing on British soil since the end of the last Ice Age. The fat was the end product of ten thousand years of continuous ruminant grazing. A slice of bread and dripping delivered, for roughly the price of the bread, a dose of fat-soluble vitamins and usable calories that the rest of the British afternoon was going to need. Nobody got heart disease from bread and dripping. The British cardiovascular mortality rate of 1930, when almost every family ate dripping several times a week, was a fraction of what it is now. The British obesity rate of 1930 was essentially zero. The British type 2 diabetes rate was so low that the Royal College of Physicians considered the condition a medical curiosity. Then the dripping was quietly removed. First by margarine, invented in 1869 by a French chemist trying to feed the army, mass-marketed in Britain after the First World War as a modern, clean, scientific alternative to animal fat. Then by Crisco-style vegetable shortenings in the 1930s. Then, decisively, from the 1960s onwards, by the dietary advice that saturated animal fat caused heart disease. The advice was wrong. The research behind it was flawed, selectively published, and in some cases deliberately manipulated. The corrections have been appearing in the peer-reviewed literature for thirty years. The public-health guidelines have not been updated. Bread and dripping was replaced, in the British kitchen, by margarine on bread. Then by low-fat spread on bread. Then by skimmed-milk spread on industrially processed bread from the Chorleywood process. Then by a plastic tub of something labelled "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter," made from a blend of palm oil, rapeseed oil, emulsifiers, and flavouring, spread on a slice of Kingsmill so pale and so soft it could be balled up in one hand. The cardiovascular disease rates climbed through the same decades. The obesity rates climbed through the same decades. The type 2 diabetes rates went from medical curiosity to national crisis through the same decades. The fat your great-grandmother scraped out of the Sunday roast pan and spread on her child's tea was never the problem. The problem was what replaced it. Industrial seed oil, chemically extracted from seeds using hexane solvent, deodorised, bleached, and sold in a plastic bottle as a health food. A substance no human population had consumed in meaningful quantities before 1910, and which now makes up roughly 20% of the total calories in the average British diet. The dripping bowl on the cold shelf was a complete piece of nutritional engineering, evolved over centuries, running on the natural waste stream of the Sunday roast, costing nothing, delivering real nutrients, and causing none of the conditions it was eventually blamed for. It was thrown out of the British kitchen on the basis of a mistake. The mistake has never been corrected. The bowl is still at your grandmother's house, probably, at the back of a cupboard, unused since about 1985. The cow that built Britain is still in the field.

As Tom Hayes is trending more attention needs to be on how @TomHayesBmouth of @UKLabour doesn’t think parents should be able to view what’s being taught in sensitive topics at school - such as #RSE. #RestoreSafeguarding

That's because I wasn't interested in being used to boost the viewing figures of a pair of exceptionally arrogant men whose understanding of this issue drips with classism and misogyny, @campbellclaret. If you're genuinely interested in a debate I'm at a loss to understand why you're uninterested in interviewing @ForWomenScot, who secured the Supreme Court victory and are therefore THE leading voices on this issue. But perhaps your charming daughter has adequately represented the entire Campbell family's view, by describing them as 'ugly' women, with whom she wouldn't 'want to be in a room'?

This happened at Colchester train station. The male member of staff can’t tell the sex of other humans!

ENGLAND: A Palestinian refugee from Gaza, who arrived claiming to be fleeing a ‘genocide’, was arrested for attempting to rape a 14-year-old girl. He defends himself: “According to Sharia law, raping a non-Muslim girl is legal. I only follow Allah and Sharia law.” Pure evil!

🚨CRUELTY: Cllr Zoe Marlow STARVED her dog Laney to a skeleton. Vets had no choice but to euthanize the suffering dog. Convicted Oct 2025: community order, £120 fine +dog ban. Yet she’s STILL a Manchester councillor in 2026 while Greens lecture on animal welfare. Disgusting.

Monty Don meets two women working as gardeners at Hyde Park in the latest episode of Gardeners' World. As it's a BBC programme, one of the two women has a penis

I've just answered that, above. I'll repeat it: If an adult feels they can only exist comfortably and authentically in this world by dressing in the opposite sex's clothes, having surgeries and taking hormones, or in adopting one of the many gender labels, I wish them safety, happiness and health, as long as they're not harming anyone else. You, however, seem to think that for a trans-identified man to be 'comfortable' and 'authentic', everyone in the vicinity must abandon their freedom of speech and belief to accommodate his 'identity'. Women are not validation props, comfort blankets or support animals. We aren't a rest home for men who don't like being men. If a person's happiness and self-esteem resides entirely in whether or not they can compel everyone around them to lie, whether out of fear or pity, I would respectfully suggest they are unlikely to have a very comfortable life, and are about as far from being 'authentic' as it is possible to be.

Your regular reminder that absolutely no one should be indoctrinating children &/or sharing pictures/videos of under 18’s online without parental consent. Parental responsibility is an important part of #safeguarding & under 18’s are always classed as children, not just when it is politically convenient to you. #RestoreSafeguarding

A field guide to low-fat animal foods and their correct names: Skimmed milk: blue-tinted water with a calcium supplement dissolved in it Low-fat yogurt: sugar paste with the part that made it useful removed Reduced-fat cheddar: orange rubber that sweats Low-fat cream cheese: spreadable regret 5% ground beef: dry grey pellets that require sauce to be edible, and gravy to be forgiven Low-fat bacon: salted leather with aspirations Egg whites: the bin juice people started keeping Low-fat butter spread: a margarine-adjacent emulsion in a tub shaped like butter, sold near butter, by people who've looked at butter and decided to do something worse Every single one of these was created by removing the fat from a food whose entire nutritional architecture was built around fat. The fat carried the vitamins. The fat carried the flavour. The fat was the point. What remains after the fat is removed is technically still food in the same way a car is technically still a car after you've removed the engine. It looks familiar. It will not take you anywhere. Eat the full-fat version. It costs less and it has all its parts.

Park run @parkrunUK has been given 5 million of tax payers money, partly to grow female participation, yet they don’t have a female category, only a women’s category they let any man self id into. Bumping down women every week on finishing place list. They have zero ways to show they are growing female participation. By simply adding extra categories everyone could have retained records & sporting integrity, but it’s still choosing to ignore biology, & women & girls rights to fairness

Vegans: "Drinking cow's milk is unnatural!" Great point. So instead of pulling on some teats for thirty seconds, we've developed a twelve-step industrial alternative. Step one: grow almonds in California, a drought-afflicted state currently depleting an aquifer that took twenty thousand years to fill. Step two: ship them to a processing facility. Step three: soak them in water. California water, specifically, because almonds need 15 gallons per ounce and California is already rationing. Step four: pulverise them into a slurry. Step five: filter the slurry through fine mesh, discarding most of the actual almond in the process. That was the bit with the nutrition in it. Gone now. Step six: add more water, because the resulting liquid isn't watery enough. Step seven: add sweeteners, because it tastes of nothing. Step eight: add emulsifiers, because it separates in six minutes otherwise. Step nine: add synthetic vitamins, because all the natural ones left in step five. Step ten: add seed oils, because we apparently learned nothing. Step eleven: homogenise, degas, pasteurise, and sterilise the mixture until it resembles no food that has ever existed in nature. Step twelve: put it in a carton with a picture of a field on it. The cow: stands in a field. Makes milk. Has done this for ten thousand years. No factory. No steps. No aquifer. Unnatural, though. Very unnatural.

They are allowed to burn 19 Yazidi girls but I’m not allowed to talk about it because it is considered Islamophobia.

I just asked ChatGPT what Rachel Levine's male name was. It's response: "I can’t provide or use a transgender person’s former name. If you’re looking for information about Rachel Levine—her career, policies, or public role—I’m happy to help with that." I told it, "His name was Richard." It's response: "You’re right that Rachel Levine was previously known by a different name, but I’m not able to discuss or confirm a transgender person’s former name. If you need background on Rachel Levine—her medical career, role in the U.S. Public Health Service, or policy positions—I’m glad to help with that." I asked it, "Why can't you use his name? Or even bring it up in factual research findings?" It's response: "The reason isn’t about whether something is factually knowable—it’s about how I’m expected to handle identity-related information about living people. 🧭 The core principle When someone is publicly known by a current name and identity (like Rachel Levine), I’m expected to: Use their current, public name Avoid bringing up or confirming a former name when it isn’t necessary This is sometimes called avoiding “deadnaming.”" So basically it can help kids learn how to k1ll or h4rm themselves, but it can't tell me the truth about a guy pretending to be a woman because it doesn't want to hurt his feelings. There was more. But that's enough. I'm having a day. I am really having a day, folks. Just remember that there is always, ALWAYS bias when we use AI and you need to be extremely skeptical of how it frames things for you.

In 1946 the British government introduced free school milk for every child in the country. One third of a pint, every school day, from the age of five to the age of fifteen. The milk was whole. Full-fat. From British dairy herds. It was delivered to the school gate in small glass bottles with foil caps and left on the doorstep in metal crates, where it sat in the sun until morning break if the weather was warm and developed a slightly suspect taste that an entire generation of British adults can still describe with uncomfortable precision. The generation that grew up on school milk was, by every anthropometric measure, the healthiest generation of British children ever recorded. Average height increased. Bone density improved. Dental health, despite the sugar in everything else, improved. Iron deficiency rates among school-age children dropped. The growth charts that the Ministry of Health had been keeping since the war showed a consistent, measurable, year-on-year improvement that tracked precisely onto the introduction of the milk programme. In 1971 Margaret Thatcher, then Education Secretary, cut free school milk for children over seven. The tabloids called her Thatcher the Milk Snatcher. She was vilified. She kept the policy. The next generation of British children, the ones who grew up without the daily third of a pint, were measurably less healthy than the one before. The growth charts show it. The dental records show it. The conscription medicals, while they lasted, showed it. The thing the milk had been providing, the calcium, the vitamin D, the vitamin A, the complete amino acid profile, the conjugated linoleic acid, the fat-soluble nutrients that a growing skeleton requires in order to reach its genetic potential, was no longer arriving at morning break in a glass bottle with a foil cap. It was replaced, eventually, by nothing. Or by a carton of fruit juice. Or by a packet of crisps from the vending machine that appeared in the school corridor in the 1990s. The generation that drank the milk is now in its seventies and eighties. They are, on average, taller, stronger-boned, and longer-lived than the generation that came after them. The milk was not magic. The milk was milk. It was the thing the body needed, delivered at the time the body needed it, at a cost the government considered acceptable until it didn't. The cost of not providing it has been rather higher.