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Starmer lacks moral clarity, courage and sincerity 🤥#GeneralElection #GetStarmerOut #Reform

I suggest we have to get rid of this Labour government before anything constructive can be achieved

Keir Starmer is either grossly incompetent or a liar. Instead of stopping the boats or cutting the cost of fuel, his government is paralysed by a paedophile scandal. The British people deserve better.

You have to ask. Is this Labour Government compromised ?? China ? 🇨🇳

‼️ 961 ILLEGAL MIGRANTS in 7 DAYS.. ‼️ now coming from Belgium 🇧🇪 too !! @ukhomeoffice DISGRACEFUL!!!! @ShabanaMahmood you are utterly USELESS!!!!!

I am so sick of the “Keir Starmer is a man of integrity” routine. The guy literally began his premiership by helping himself to suits, glasses, & dresses from a party donor before moving on to appoint a man who he KNEW liked to hang out with paedophiles. Honourable he is not.

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Thousands of hectares of farmland covered in solar panels, wind turbines, data sheds and battery storage. If you think environmental hooliganism will save the planet, or the economy … you are deluded OR profiting from our destruction. We see you Ed 🤡

This cannot go on.

@stephenpollard @spectator So sorry Stephen. It’s heartbreaking to lose your bff 💔

Here's my @Spectator tribute to my wonderful cat, Louie, 'Nothing prepares you for the death of a pet' spectator.com/article/nothin… My companion – my friend – Louie died suddenly on Tuesday. He was nine (his tenth birthday was due next month) which, in cat years, made him middle-aged. No one saw it coming – he’d had his six-monthly check-up a few weeks ago and was seemingly fit and well. If you don’t have a pet, you can’t fully appreciate the depth of the bond and the corresponding rawness of the grief. Louie has been my constant companion, especially since I divorced and moved into my own flat six years ago. Living alone, I regarded Louie – formal pedigree name Albalou Bojangles, a British shorthair – as my closest friend, in the sense that I saw more of him (it seems bizarre to be writing in the past tense about him) than anyone else. He was there throughout Covid, when I was shielding, and through treatment for my leukaemia. My whole flat is a reminder of his presence with scratch pads, toys, cat furniture, and all the other paraphernalia that comes with a cat. The morning after his death was so difficult. We’d had a morning routine which was the same every day. I slept with the bedroom door closed, as otherwise Louie would be in the room demanding food. At around 5.30 a.m. he’d start scratching the door and meowing loudly. I’ve always been an early riser anyway so I’d get up and go to the kitchen to give him his food as he rubbed himself against me, as if saying ‘thank you’. Then he’d push his face against the shower glass as I washed and follow me to my bedroom, jumping on the bed while I dressed. Louie would follow me into the study as I looked through the papers and hop onto my desk, usually bashing my keyboard. That same routine, every day. But not any more. I’m bereft. Louie had spent the day with me on Tuesday as I was having a new boiler fitted, so I was keeping him out of the way. At around 2 p.m. he was – as he often did – lying across my tummy as I watched TV on the sofa, purring happily as I stroked him. I had to disappear to my study for ten minutes to check some edits on a piece and when I got back, he was lying outstretched, all 35 inches from his nose to the start of his tail, under the dining table, where he never sits. I went to stroke him and he didn’t move, so I assumed he was in a deep sleep. I called ‘food’, which always wakes him up, and there was nothing. Then I realised he wasn’t responding at all. I called the vet in a panic saying I thought he had died – I couldn’t quite tell if he had actually stopped breathing. I’m only five minutes from the practice and when we got there, the vet confirmed he had no heartbeat. As I think about it now, I’m struck by how he must have known something was happening and so took himself to a new place to stretch out ready to go to sleep forever. It was all so sudden – ten minutes before he went he was (or at least seemed) totally fine. The vet said it was most likely a stroke or a heart attack, perhaps after some underlying issue. The only good thing is precisely that it was so sudden and so he didn’t suffer. On Wednesday night I went to the kids’ house to break the news. Cat owners will know that wonderful feeling when you open the front door and your friend has somehow sensed your return and is sitting there waiting for you. I live in a maisonette and Louie would almost always be at the top of the stairs as I put the key in the door. There was no Louie that night when I got home. My flat is empty. Rest in peace, my friend.

In Havering admiring our beautiful Green Belt. Reform will always protect this 🩵

@Mazelit_ Made me cry 😭😭😭😭

“I have no more earth to cling to” 🎗️ Yosef Wiener, a Holocaust survivor who lost his grandson Yahav, his granddaughter Hadar, and her husband Itay on October 7th, has passed away. Before his passing, he wrote these inconceivable words: "My name is Yosef Wiener, and I am 97 years old. I was saved from the fire of the Nazi beasts; my entire family was annihilated in that terrible inferno. I was severed from my deep roots, and I erected a monument of basalt stones in their memory. Out of total exhaustion, out of despair, while drowning, I clung to the earth and planted myself in Zion. I married Aviva, and together we raised two magnificent children, Ofer and Nurit. From Ofer and Michal, four grandchildren were born to us in Kfar Aza. From Nurit and Miki, six grandchildren were born to us in Kfar Aza. I had reached the stage of a family tree firmly planted in the soil of the homeland, bearing fruit. But suddenly, from within the fences of evil, October 7th, 2023, arrived. The terrifying sights of fire and dust, the slaughter and horrific murder of innocents reached me once again. My grandson, dearer to me than all, Yahav (of blessed memory), was murdered while protecting his wife, Shaye-Lee, and his one-month-old daughter, Shaya. My granddaughter, dearer to me than all, Hadar (of blessed memory), and her husband Itay (of blessed memory), were murdered while protecting their ten-month-old twins, Roee and Guy. Once again, I am at the end of my strength, in despair, drowning. And I have no more earth to cling to." 💔

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You can march for any people in Britain - except the British people. You can fly any flag in Britain - except our national flags. This is two-tier multiculturalism - and I am utterly sick of it! Aren’t you?

This is the start of the end for the Prime Minister. Now it’s time to finish the job. 👉 GetStarmerOut.com

There are plans to triple solar panels on farmland..It must be stopped… @7Kiwi

Covering car parks with solar panels is a hell of a lot more logical than plastering them over prime farmland that provides our food.

Bombshell that could spell the end: Starmer is on the brink as his 'lies' are exposed as No10 admits Mandy failed security vetting... and PM pleads ignorance trib.al/rvaUlEE

Surrey Police must share what they can about the horrific rape in Epsom last weekend. After the Southport attack, the authorities were silent. Nigel Farage and myself called this out. As did Jonathan Hall KC - the Government's independent advisor. Their silence made a bad situation worse. In light of this, police guidance on information sharing was updated: “Disinformation and incorrect narratives can take hold in a vacuum. It is good police work for us to fill this vacuum." People also have a right to know what's happened in their area. And sharing information can only help with any investigation. Surrey Police must communicate ASAP. The British people deserve transparency.