Stryker14🇺🇸

We seriously need to normalize three-day weekends. One day to have fun, one day for chores and cleaning, and then one day to relax and binge-watch shows or do whatever. It really feels like we only get one full day off. Saturdays. Sundays feel like little Mondays.

The biggest argument for a hard border between England and Wales is to detain Katie Hopkins as she tries to cross.

No British government ever imagined an American president might finally tell the truth about the “special relationship.” Until now. Spare me the pearl-clutching obituary from The Economist, that decaying salon of transatlantic nostalgia where the ghost of Churchill is still being pimped out like a rent-boy for Davos subscriptions. Your precious bunting of flags in the bin isn’t some tragic metaphor for Trump’s “betrayal.” It’s the autopsy photo of a one-way parasitic bargain that America has carried on its back like a drunk uncle for eighty goddamn years. And the drunk finally woke up, looked around, and said: Fuck this. This isn’t “turning his back.” This is a sovereign nation refusing to keep subsidizing a continent of strategic eunuchs who have spent decades castrating their own militaries, hollowing out their industrial bases, and importing the very pathologies that make them security liabilities rather than allies. You want the special relationship? Earn it. Reciprocate it. Stop treating the United States like an ATM with nuclear weapons. Geopolitically and militarily, the numbers don’t lie and they never have. The United States still shoulders roughly sixty percent of total NATO defense spending...$845 billion out of a collective $1.4 trillion last year. Most of your European “partners” couldn’t hit the 2% GDP target even after Russia parked tanks on Ukraine’s border and started lobbing missiles at civilian infrastructure. Britain under Starmer talks a big game about “global Britain” while quietly slashing capability, courting CCP-linked cash, and letting its own streets burn under the weight of demographic transformation and speech codes that make the old East German Stasi look libertarian. You lecture us about values while your own government criminalizes tweets and turns Rotherham into a cautionary tale the media still refuses to fully autopsy. Historically, the ledger is even more damning. We bled for you in 1917 and 1941 when your empires were on the ropes. We bankrolled your reconstruction, anchored your defense for the entire Cold War, and let you punch above your weight on the world stage because sentimental Anglosphere nostalgia still meant something. In return? Suez 1956, where you expected us to back imperial nostalgia while we were trying to contain Soviet expansion. Vietnam, where you sat it out. Iraq, where you half-assed it and then spent the next twenty years sneering at us in your broadsheets. And every single time an American president dared put America First, your commentariat wailed like Victorian widows about the death of the alliance...as if the alliance was ever meant to be a suicide pact. You’ve internalized a victimhood narrative so profound it borders on the clinical...projecting your own national decline, your own loss of agency, your own self-inflicted castration onto the one country that still possesses the will to act like a great power. Trump doesn’t “deprioritize” the relationship; he simply refuses to indulge the delusion any longer. He sees what you refuse to admit: the United Kingdom of 2026 is no longer the reliable offshore balancer of 1945. It’s a mid-tier European power wrestling with internal entropy, elite disconnect, and a demographic trajectory that makes long-term strategic partnership… let’s just say, complicated. We are sick of it. Sick of the free ride. Sick of the lectures from people whose capitals are turning into no-go zones while their defense ministers beg Washington for more F-35s and more carrier groups to patrol waters they can no longer secure themselves. Sick of the pomp, the pageantry, the royal visits, and the hand-wringing editorials that treat American self-interest as some kind of moral failing. The special relationship isn’t dead. It’s being stress-tested by reality. And reality, Mr. Economist, is a vicious bitch with a ledger in one hand and a mirror in the other. Look into it. 💀⚖️🗡️