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Everyone in Western Nations NEEDS to know this information This is why the Crusades were launched by Europeans against Muslims who were being brutally conquering Christian nations “Muslim armies had conquered Christian Syria, Palestine, Egypt, the whole of North Africa, and most of Spain and Portugal. They crossed the Pyrenees into France and were checked at the Battle of Tours in 732 “What life actually looked like for Christians living under this expanding rule of Islam is something that tends to get neglected. The system governing Christian life across the conquered territories was called the dhimma, which was a legal framework that essentially classified non-Muslims as second-class citizens, and they were subjected to extreme violence if they resisted” “The jizya, which was a sort of poll tax payable specifically by non-Muslims, Muslims as a mark of subordinate status, was levied across the conquered territories. Now, what happened if you couldn't pay it? — they forced the Christians to hand over their wives and children as slaves to the Arab army as part of tax payment” “The slave raiding of Christian populations in Spain and North Africa would continue for centuries” Prominent Christians documented countless beheadings for the crime of saying refusing to convert to Islam Bill Warner from the Center for the Study of Political Islam cites an estimate for the amount of people Muslims killed: - 60 million Christians - 80 million Hindus - 10 million Buddhists - 120 million Africans List of Christian territories brutally taken over be Muslims: - Syria - Palestine - Lebanon - Jordan - Iraq - Egypt - Libya - Tunisia - Algeria - Morocco

@ABridgen All on their way here for freebies and ££££! It's terrifying!

The mainstream media are blatantly lying AGAIN about the tens of thousands of MEN invading Spain from Morocco! We are now having to rely on INDEPENDENT journalists to tell us what is really going on. Our own mainstream media is a captured deep state propaganda operation. youtube.com/watch?v=vd2pH3…

@RestoreLVP Okay. Nice to see the numbers all laid out and must be correct if Rupert posted (top of his feed). I think Restore still did well with 46,000+ but the question is who on earth still votes for Labour?!?

@LightSpark13 My mistake, i had included the 2nd preference votes also 😌

To the 157178 people who took their time to go out and vote for Reform in the Manchester Mayoral Elections Not a single post thanking you from Sian Astley, Nigel Farage, Richard Tice or Zia Yusef. Do you think they really care about you? At Restore Britain we do care about you

BARRY GARDINER: THE FILE THEY HOPED YOU'D NEVER READ Meet the man who handed a Chinese spy's son the keys to his parliamentary diary, then voted to block a national inquiry into the industrial rape of British girls while his party leader dismissed it all as happening "sort of everywhere." Meet Barry Gardiner. The colonial administrator who never left the training ground. The orphan who monetised his own tragedy. The socialist who profited from property speculation. The security risk who lectures the country on patriotism. The chameleon who finally ran out of colours to wear. He wants you to feel sorry for him. Father dead at eight. Mother dead at seventeen. The Dickensian orphan who lifted himself up by his bootstraps. It is a beautiful story. It is also complete horseshit. Because orphans in 1960s Glasgow did not attend Haileybury and Imperial Service College in Hertfordshire. They attended the local comprehensive, if they were lucky, or nothing at all. Haileybury was a private boarding school with fees that dwarfed average Scottish incomes. It was founded to train the young men who would run the British Empire in India. Its purpose was not education. Its purpose was to manufacture administrators. Colonial officers. Men who could be dropped into any culture and extract value on behalf of the crown. That is where young Barry went. Not to a school. To a factory. A factory that produced exactly the kind of person Barry Gardiner would become. Ideologically flexible. Institutionally loyal. Ruthlessly self-interested. Trained to serve whichever empire happened to be paying that particular decade. From Haileybury to St Andrews. From St Andrews to Harvard. From Harvard to maritime arbitration. Ten years in shipping insurance. A field so gloriously opaque that entire law firms exist purely to explain what happened to the money. Cargo lost. Vessels reflagged. Beneficial ownership hidden behind six shell companies in three jurisdictions. Maritime arbitration was Barry's apprenticeship. He learned how to make simple things look complicated. How to extract value from confusion. How to move money in ways that no auditor could follow. He was very good at it. This will become relevant later. By 1988 he was on Cambridge City Council. By 1992, at thirty-five, he was Mayor. Cambridge in the late 1980s was a Labour town where a privately educated shipping lawyer could stand up in a suit and call himself a voice of the working class and nobody was rude enough to laugh. Barry noticed this. Barry filed it away. Barry understood, correctly, that in British politics you can wear any costume you like as long as you wear it with confidence. May 1997. Blair landslide. Barry Gardiner walks into the House of Commons as the new Member for Brent North with a red rosette pinned to a private school chest. New Labour needed men exactly like him. Men who spoke business fluently but wore socialism convincingly. Men who understood that the point of power was not to change the world but to be near where the money moves. The Blair years were kind to him. Northern Ireland Under Secretary in 2004. Trade in 2005. Environment in 2006, where they gave him the invented title of Minister for Biodiversity. It sounded impressive. It meant precisely nothing. Barry was very good at holding titles that sounded impressive and meant precisely nothing. Then Brown became Prime Minister in 2007 and Barry was quietly moved to "special representative on forestry" before departing government entirely "by mutual agreement." Westminster code for "we noticed." But by then the real career had begun. The property portfolio. Between 2003 and 2009, Barry Gardiner ran a masterclass in how to convert the British taxpayer into a personal wealth generation scheme. He bought a flat in Pimlico for £246,500. He claimed over £11,000 in taxpayer money to renovate it. Then he sold it for £445,000. Profit: £198,500. The public paid to refurbish his flat. Barry pocketed the appreciation. A working class boy from Glasgow could not have dreamed of such a thing. A Haileybury boy called it a Tuesday. His constituency was Brent North. Thirty minutes from Parliament. There is no rational universe in which he needed a taxpayer funded second home in Pimlico. There was, however, a universe in which claiming that home would make him substantially richer. Guess which universe he chose. When the 2009 expenses scandal exploded and MPs were being dragged into the light one by one, Barry did what Barry always does. He blamed everyone else. He accused the parliamentary spending watchdog of "falsifying records, incompetence and lies." He demanded a public apology. He got his debts written off. Because of course he did. This is the pattern. Take the money. Get caught. Blame the messenger. Escape without penalty. Remember it. It will repeat. Now we come to the poison at the heart of the file. In January 2022, MI5 did something they had never done before in the history of the modern security service. They issued a public interference alert to every Member of Parliament. About one person. A British lawyer named Christine Lee. MI5 named her, publicly, as an agent of the Chinese Communist Party's United Front Work Department. The CCP's foreign influence machine. The department Xi Jinping personally described as a "magic weapon." And who had she been funding? For six years? Barry Gardiner. Over half a million pounds. Poured into his parliamentary office. Sourced, MI5 confirmed, from "foreign nationals located in China and Hong Kong" and coordinated with the United Front Work Department itself. But that was not the worst of it. That was just the money. The worst of it was who was standing next to him. Christine Lee's son, Daniel Wilkes, was employed by Barry Gardiner as his diary manager. Let that job title sit for a moment. The diary manager. The person who sees every meeting. Every phone call. Every visitor. Every whispered aside in every corridor. The person who knows where the MP is at every moment of every day. The person who could tell a hostile foreign power exactly which parliamentarians were meeting Barry Gardiner, when, where, and about what. Barry gave that job to the son of a Chinese Communist Party agent. And kept him there for years. His defence was so pitiful it was almost impressive. He said the security services had been informed. He said they had never told him to cut ties. He said there was "no evidence" the money was from the Chinese state. He was, he told the cameras, "deeply distressed." Not distressed at having spent six years operating as an unwitting asset of a hostile foreign power. Not distressed at having handed CCP adjacent personnel access to the diary of a British Member of Parliament. Distressed, apparently, that people were now noticing. Daniel Wilkes resigned on precisely the same day MI5 named his mother. What a curious coincidence. What extraordinary timing. Almost as if Barry had known exactly what to do the moment exposure became inevitable, and had done nothing until that moment arrived. The Chinese in Britain All Party Parliamentary Group, which Barry had chaired since 2011, was immediately dissolved. MI5 had identified the entire group as a CCP influence vehicle. For eleven years, Barry Gardiner had chaired what Britain's intelligence service now describes as a foreign interference operation, in the Palace of Westminster, in plain daylight, and nobody stopped him. Because he was too useful. To someone. Ask yourself this. Out of 650 Members of Parliament, why him? Why did Beijing single out Barry Gardiner? What did they see that we did not? What made this man, specifically, worth half a million pounds and years of cultivated access? Whatever the answer is, it is not flattering. While all this was going on, Barry had another job. Defending Jeremy Corbyn from the antisemitism accusations that were burning through the Labour Party like petrol. On BBC Question Time in December 2019 he stood in front of a Jewish audience member and dismissed institutional antisemitism as "tiny." Sixty one members, he said. As if the industrial hatred of Jewish people could be measured in headcount. As if the point was quantity and not the fact that it was happening at all. He attacked journalists asking Corbyn about antisemitism as "taking an opportune moment to get a dig in." He defended Corbyn's refusal to apologise. He told the Jewish Chronicle that Corbyn was not antisemitic, he was merely "critical of the politics of Israel." A distinction so thin you could see through it, which was rather the point. Around the same time he was caught on tape at a private meeting with European trade unionists describing Labour's official Brexit position as "b*******." The party he was publicly defending. The policy he was publicly selling. B*******. In private. To foreigners. Because the private Barry has always despised the public Barry. The public Barry is a costume. The private Barry is a man who thinks his own voters are marks. In April 2020 Keir Starmer sacked him. Along with the rest of the Corbyn ultras. Burgon. Lavery. Carden. Gardiner. The purge was clinical. Barry was returned to the backbenches, where a lesser man might have quietly retired. Barry is not a lesser man. Barry is a survivor. Barry saw an opportunity. Barry discovered GB News. The pivot was surgical. The man who spent five years defending Corbyn from every accusation became the man who criticised Starmer on every issue. The Chinese funded MP became a fierce advocate for British sovereignty. The Corbyn loyalist became the elder statesman of Labour rebellion. And the man who had cost the taxpayer six figures in dubious property claims declared himself a champion of ordinary people. In March 2025 he declared £1,950 for thirty hours of "various media appearances." Thirty hours. Sixty five pounds an hour. To sit in a television studio and undermine his own government while wearing the Labour whip. It is one thing to sell out your party. It is another to invoice for it. Then came the betrayals. Not private ones. Public ones. The kind that only work if the people watching have short memories, which is why he did them on television, at speed, and hoped nobody would notice. The WASPI women first. Three point six million women robbed of proper notice about their pension age changes. The Parliamentary Ombudsman had ruled maladministration. Compensation was owed. Labour, in opposition, campaigned on it. Keir Starmer, two years before the election, spoke in favour of a "just settlement." Barry Gardiner stood alongside them in photographs and promised the earth. Then Labour won. Then Labour refused to pay. Then Barry Gardiner went on GB News on 21 July 2025 to be interrogated by Michelle Dewberry, who did not let him off the hook. And what did he say? He said "successive Governments failed WASPI women." He said he was "deeply depressed" by Labour's response. He said the promises had been made. He said all of this as if he had not personally made those promises. As if he had not personally stood with those women. As if the government refusing to pay them was not his government, his party, his responsibility. He treated his own betrayal as if it had happened to someone else, in another country, decades ago. This is Barry's superpower. He can watch himself commit a crime and file it under news. Then came the girls. On 9 December 2025, Parliament voted on a national inquiry into grooming gangs. A quarter of a million British girls, by the most credible estimates. Raped, trafficked, tortured, in cities across the country, over decades, by gangs whose ethnicity everybody knew and nobody would name. The victims were begging for a national inquiry. Baroness Casey had already recommended one. The public was demanding one. Barry Gardiner voted no. Barry Gardiner then went on GB News to defend voting no. He clashed with Matthew Goodwin. He was accused of "shifting focus off minority communities." An audience member asked him, on live television, "what are they frightened of?" Barry Gardiner had no answer, because the truthful answer would end his career. The truthful answer is that the Labour Party has for two decades quietly accepted the rape of working class white girls as an acceptable price for the votes of the men and communities who allowed it. Barry knew this. Barry voted accordingly. His defence? "We promised local inquiries and we said there will be local inquiries." As if breaking rape victims into administrative units, borough by borough, was justice. As if the industrial nature of the crime could be understood by looking at each town separately. As if the girls in Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford, Oxford, Bradford, and countless other cities had been assaulted by coincidence rather than by a pattern. Barry Gardiner stood between those girls and the truth. That is his monument. That is what he chose. And he did it, remember, while his own political ecosystem was describing the whole horror as happening "sort of everywhere," as if it were weather. As if it were bad luck. As if a quarter of a million British children had simply been unfortunate. Then came the November 2025 endgame. The New Statesman ran a profile titled "Barry Gardiner, the Extirpator." Because that is what he had become. Not a critic. Not a rebel. Not a conscience. An extirpator. Someone who tears out roots. Someone who destroys from within. He went on BBC Newsnight and fuelled speculation about Wes Streeting mounting a leadership challenge against Starmer. He went on GB News and declared the plot against the Prime Minister was "common knowledge." He described the Downing Street operation, in a quote that will follow him to his grave, as "f*****g children." The staff of the sitting Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. The people running the country during multiple international crises. Barry Gardiner, on the public record, called them children. Barry Gardiner, whose own judgement was so catastrophic he handed a Chinese agent's son access to his parliamentary diary for eleven years. Barry Gardiner, whose own record includes six figure profits from taxpayer flats and half a million pounds from Beijing, was lecturing the country on maturity. You cannot make this up. Nobody would believe it if you did. So here is the file. Complete. Documented. Unarguable. From Haileybury's colonial factory to shipping insurance's opacity to Cambridge's Labour theatre to Westminster's expenses trough to Beijing's payroll to Corbyn's antisemitism defence to Starmer's sacking to GB News's green room to the WASPI women's betrayal to the grooming gang victims' abandonment to a sitting Prime Minister's staff being publicly called children on national television by a man his own party sacked five years ago. One career. One man. One pattern. Barry Gardiner did not lose his way. Barry Gardiner has been on this way the entire time. The problem was never that he changed. The problem is that he did not. The costume changes. The convictions change. The party leader changes. The television studio changes. But the man in the middle, the man extracting value from every position he holds, the man serving whichever master signs the cheque, has been the same man since Haileybury. The only real question left is not about Barry. The question is about Brent West. The question is about the Labour Party. The question is about every institution that saw this file, in fragments, across three decades, and did nothing. Because the file was always there. Anyone could have read it. Anyone could have added it up. MI5 read it and issued a public warning. The expenses watchdog read it and wrote off the debts. The WASPI women read it and were promised the earth. The girls read it. Or their families did. Or would have done, if anyone had bothered to ask. Barry Gardiner is not an aberration. Barry Gardiner is what happens when a system stops caring who represents it. And the final indignity, the one that should end this piece and end his career, is this. He is still there. Still in Parliament. Still on television. Still drawing his salary. Still lecturing the country. Still calling other people children. The Chinese Communist Party got value for money. END.

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@ValerieAnne1970 Vaccines were only introduced around 1850 with the cowpox one.

Cancer was practically unknown before vaccination began. In 1909, Dr. W.B. Clark — a well-known physician declared: “Cancer was practically unknown until cowpox vaccination began… I have dealt with 200 cases of cancer. I never saw a case of cancer in an unvaccinated person.” Even more disturbing: the exact same warning appears in ancient cuneiform records from 1500 BC. For thousands of years the pattern has been clear: No vaccines = virtually no cancer. Vaccines introduced = cancer appears and explodes. The 1950s–60s polio vaccine was later confirmed to be contaminated with SV40, a cancer-causing monkey virus that infected up to 30+ million Americans. Today we are told “vaccines are safe.” The same institutions once assured us the polio shots were safe too. Still no sign of cancer without cancer-causing injections. The evidence has been staring us in the face for over 4,000 years. Question everything. Protect your family.

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@WilliamClouston @RupertLowe10 Who on earth votes for the Green Party? I suppose the climate change people.

An extraordinary result for @RupertLowe10’s Restore Britain in Manchester… beating the Tories and Lib Dems.

Following our result in Greater Manchester, polling companies must now start treating Restore Britain fairly and honestly. Prompt Restore Britain.

I am very proud of the result Marlon achieved, and more widely his campaigning on the rape gangs. @MarlonTag’s political journey only just started last night.

@WilliamClouston @RupertLowe10 @VictoriaHa50399

‘Stand up to racism’ has just labelled our success in Greater Manchester ‘worrying’. Ha. Get used to it.

Calling all men in Shropshire. If this is your area and you want to get involved in a similar sort of program, contact @Shrops1_