Starmer To Burnham

We have no way of knowing this early into Andy Burnham's Premiership what sort of Prime Minister he will be but we had better hope he makes a decent fist of it because if not we are facing a future of yet more right wing madness and this time it will be even worse as the corrupt and god-awful Nigel Farage and his racist pals could be waiting in the wings.
Ever since the Makerfield byelection, Keir Starmer's job was on life support and Andy Burnham was hanging around the plug socket looking shifty and now he is gone so bring on the Coronation of the Labour Parties new leader, and by default, the leader of the Nation.
At Keir Starmer's farewell address he was warmly applauded but such was he so forgettable, his legacy lasted for 30 minutes until Andy got up to speak and now we can start to believe there may be hope after all as he set about dismantling the Cabinet and installing his own people.
After years of agony listening to Keir’s speeches, his started off well with a promise to bring down the cost of living which seems to have been hanging around ever since the 2008 Financial Crash and made the ending of rough sleeping his first priority which is worthy but we got very little else about what his big plans are except for a promise to flesh them out over the coming weeks of Summer.
Liz Truss (remember her?) made a speech at some right wing shindig that Burnham would bankrupt the country and she said it with a straight face and hoped that nobody remembered that it was exactly what she did four years ago, or did you forget that bit Liz?
So far then it’s all a bit vague of what the Burnham era will be, a ten year plan he said but he will need to get a wriggle on as he's the Prime Minister now but as someone once said, all political lives end in failure and even though we know deep down it’s most likely going to end in tears and disappointment, just as it has with every other former Prime Minister, but this time it could be different.
It probably won't, you can't please everyone and every Prime Minister gets a short honeymoon period but Burnham is further to the left than Keir Starmer so fingers crossed that we may get some of that much needed Socialism that the Labour Party was bought into existence for. 

Special Guest Blogger: Charlie Kirk

If you had asked me five years ago if i would be a certified martyr of free speech, i would say that all i wanted was getting another shout-out from the 47th President himself.
Fast forward to today and instead of being surrounded by a wall of Trump memorabilia, a bookshelf crammed with The Bible and The Constitution, instead i got assassinated by a rogue coalition of globalists and deep-state operatives.
I literally went from from standing on a university lawn explaining how birth control medication screws up female brains while brandishing my Bible and a copy of The Constitution  to having a permanent spot on the front page of every left-leaning Twitter feed.
Before getting to the end which suddenly, quite dramatically, ends in a bullet to the neck, let’s rewind the tape and I was born in a small town and my first words were, 'Jesus loves the United States.' My dad taught me how to fix a car and how to spot a liberal from a mile away instilled in me three core values: faith, freedom, and the unshakeable belief that the CIA is spying on us.
From the moment I could hold a pen, I was scribbling arguments that the Founding Fathers would have wanted women to follow the biblical model in relationships and the Civil Rights movement was wrong.
I remember the first time I saw a Donald J. Trump rally on TV. It was 2015, and my mom was watching The Ellen Show. Suddenly, Trump appeared, his hair a glorious, golden comet of confidence. I turned the volume up, grabbed my first MAGA hat (hand-made, of course), and thought, That’s the man who will finally put God’s name on the front page of every newspaper.
From then on, my life became a series of I’m right, you're wrong moments whether it was debating the true meaning of the First Amendment or why shooting big holes in schoolchildren is a sacrifice worth making for our second amendment rights.
Between Sunday school, high school football, and endless re-watching of The Apprentice for educational purposes, I cultivated a love for two things, the truth (as told by my favorite President, Donald J. Trump) and a good, old-fashioned, 2nd-amendment rifle.
When I started my own think-tank , Turning Point USA , I figured, Why not give the world a place where free-thinking patriots can gather and discuss the true reason behind why the Government wants to replace all public drinking fountains with overpriced juice bars.
We hit every campus, set up booths with complimentary red MAGA hats and held talk-outs on topics like Why the Bible is the original manifesto (and why you should read it before any other textbook), how gun control is just a fancy term for the government’s way of making us all defenceless and how the mainstream media can’t tell you the truth but you can always trust a YouTube commentator.
And let me tell you, nothing felt better than seeing a freshman’s eyes widen when i patiently explained that the Covid distancing prohibitions was a plot against Christianity.
My growing fame earned me a place on the Top 10 Most Likely to Be Targeted By The Illuminati list but little did I know that list would become, quite literally, a prelude to my own assassination.
Picture this: I was invited to debate American gun laws at Utah Valley University. It’s a crisp September afternoon in 2025. The birds are singing and I’m wearing my favorite red baseball cap, a 'Jesus & Trump 2024' T-shirt, and a custom-made GOD LOVES YOU (even if you’re a tree hugging lefty) badge pinned to my lapel while the audience was a sea of bewildered liberal arts majors who probably thought Constitutional rights were a new indie band.
As I step onto the stage, five-foot-nine tower of unshakeable confidence, Bible in one hand, a copy of the Declaration of Independence in the other, and my trusty Make America Great Again cap perched on my head like a crown. I see the student crowd and I open my mouth to deliver the opening line, 'The right to bear arms is God-given, and if you think we shouldn’t have guns, you might as well be asking God to take away your Wi-Fi and I’m here to tell you why.'
The debate went as well as you’d expect when you throw a handful of biblical verses, a sprinkle of Trump’s most famous tweets, and a dash of the deep state is trying to take your guns into a room full of philosophy majors and then I heard a pop of a gunshot echoing across the quad.
The crowd erupted. Some students screamed, others started a chant that sounded suspiciously like “Maybe we should have less guns?” In that moment, my mind was a whirlwind of  'What the…?' mixed with when i said that some gun deaths every single is worth the cost to have the Second Amendment, I obviously meant the death of other people and not my own.
It was a divine moment, proof that God is sometimes too busy to be always watching over us but now that the dust has settled, I’ve taken some time to reflect on what this whole episode taught me and each blessed by Scripture and Trump’s tweets so to my supporters, keep fighting the good fight, keep waving those flags, keep quoting the Constitution, opposing gay marriage and most importantly stay vigilant and armed because although a faith-based approach to personal safety never hurt anyone in America, a bullet proof suit of armour sure helps.
In the name of Jesus, Donald J. Trump, and all the patriots who refuse to let the Libs ruin our day...Amen.
 

Mamdani Looking To Arrest Netanyahu

All i really know about the New York Mayor, Zohran Mamdani, is that he is an Arsenal fan and is politically on the left so that makes him a good guy in my book but his latest utterings regarding War Criminal Benjamin Netanyahu have left me wondering if he is my new favourite current Politician.
With the horrific Israeli war monger supposedly arriving in New York in September, Mamdani is examining the legal options of whether Netanyahu could be arrested and sent to the International Criminal Court if he lands in America.
In September the Israeli leader who finds himself in the top 40 list of who had killed the most people in History, between the Spanish Inquisitions Grand Inquisitor Tomás de Torquemada and ruthless psychopath leader Vlad the Impaler, avoided European airspace as he flew to New York to dodge a potential arrest for alleged war crimes and now Mamdani is looking to bring him to justice also.
He said that Netanyahu is a war criminal who belongs in the International Criminal Court in the Hague and will be arrested if US law allows which is an opinion that is held by many and he will do whatever the law allows him to do in New York City.
Predictably, Netanyahu always claims that anything criticising him or Israel is antisemitic as though conducting a genocide on the people of Gaza is not a big deal but if he thinks he has a case for murdering over 75,000 Palestinians, bombing their homes,schools and hospitals and stealing their land and attempting to ethnically cleanse the area, then he should welcome a trip to the Court to make his case so I wonder why he is not so keen to do just that?

Special Guest Blogger: Georgio Armani

The name alone, it resonates, no? It whispers of impeccably tailored suits, the rustle of silk, the glorious, understated elegance. Mamma mia.
I remember, not so long ago in my youth, when my biggest problem was not burning the pasta. Yes, vero. My ambition, in my youth, was less about dressing the world’s elite and more about convincing my mother that a career in fashion wasn’t just an elaborate excuse to avoid becoming a doctor.
'Giorgio,' she'd sigh, waving a wooden spoon, 'A tailor? You want to spend your life with pins in your mouth?' but Mama, i would reply, i just want to make people feel beautiful! but that was part of being Italian, the passion, the drama, and the loud arguments over dinner that end with everyone hugging and eating more pasta.
My first foray into fashion wasn’t exactly a graceful ballet. More like a clumsy stumble into a fabric bin. I worked in a department store, La Rinascente. My job? Displaying window mannequins. I’d arrange them, pose them, give them little narratives in my head. This one, she’s off to the opera. This one, she’s just broken up with a terrible tenor. I’d spend hours, perfecting their stance, making sure their imaginary lives were as chic as possible.
I was learning. Learning how clothes spoke, how they moved, how they transformed.
Then came the suits. Ah, the suits. Everyone talks about the suits. The deconstructed jacket. The softness. The way it moved with the body, not against it. It wasn’t a revolution, per se, it was just common sense. Why should a man feel like he’s wearing a straitjacket when he could feel like he’s wearing a second skin?
And the fashion shows! Dio mio! The backstage chaos, the models tripping over imaginary obstacles, the last-minute panic when a zipper mysteriously vanishes.
The pressure to be Giorgio Armani was immense. People expect me to glide, to pontificate, to look as if I’ve just stepped out of one of my own ad campaigns. And most days, va bene, I do. But sometimes, sometimes all I want is to kick off my exquisitely crafted loafers, put on a comfortable, slightly worn tracksuit, and devour a truly enormous bowl of pasta al ragù. But no, the public expects the maestro. So, I adjust my collar, straighten my shoulders, and glide.
So will i be remembered for the thousands of suits that have graced red carpets, boardrooms, and even a few weddings where the groom wore Armani and looked better than the bride?
Will it be the perfumes that evoke sensuality and strength? The sunglasses that hide a multitude of sins and hangovers?
Will they remember my incessant battle against bad taste? Dio mio, the horrors I have witnessed! baseball caps, Polyester leisure suits, neon accessories, poorly fitting jeans that commit fashion crimes against humanity. I've spent my life whispering, no, shouting (elegantly, of course) that simplicity is sophistication. That less is more.
I may no longer be here to oversee impeccable behaviour but i still notice the fashion shows, tutting softly at a misplaced seam or a too-bright accessory so Ciao, for now and remember, always dress well. You never know who you’ll meet.

Everyone Loves China Now

Pew Research surveyed more than 42,000 people across 36 countries and asked them 'Who do you find less alarming, the Communists or Donald Trump' and the result was that the world now views China more favourably than the United States and have more confidence in President Xi to do the right thing than President Ding-a-Ling in the White House.
Americans’ nearest neighbors Canada and Mexico,  the poor sods actually bordering the Trump led insanity, viewed China more positively than the U.S. as did almost every European nation asked such as France, Greece, Germany, Italy, Netherlands, Spain, Sweden, Turkey and the UK.
Of the 36 only 6 (Poland, Philippines, South Korea, India, Japan and Israel) preferred the child-like Tangerine Tyrant. 
The Mango Moron has single handedly done more for the global image of the Chinese Communist Party than 75 years of Beijing propaganda, a million little red books or every panda they ever loaned out and all Xi Jinping had to do was stand there quietly while the orange wrecking ball did his thing.
The reasons cited by those interviewed was that America interferes in the affairs of others (75%), it is an unreliable partner (52%) and doesn't contribute to the peace and stability (52%) and specifically America's reputation went spinning down the toilet due to the Iran war, the demands to take Greenland, kidnapping Maduro, the backing of Israel and the handling of Gaza and tariffs
Asked about the poll, the White House trotted out a flunky to declare that Trump has done more for global stability than anyone else, citing among his triumphs having obliterated Iran’s nuclear facilities which means that in the Trumps Governments eyes, responding to a poll that says the world thinks you’re destabilising the planet by bragging about the bombing campaign the pollsters literally identified as a reason the world thinks you’re destabilising the planet is a winner.
China didn't have to win hearts and minds, it just had to stay quiet and not be the loudest lunatic in the room and allow the dysfunctional Americans to do their work for them.
Maybe Xi should send them a bottle of something fizzy and a thank you card for making their Authoritarian regime seem more cuddly than the current one in Washington.

Special Guest Blogger: Greek God Ares

I know what you’re thinking. Ares, why are you here? Shouldn't you be out there inciting a riot or sharpening a spear with your teeth?
First of all, mind your own business. Second of all, being the God of War in a family of intellectuals is a nightmare. My father, Zeus, who, let’s be honest, spends 90% of his time turning into various farm animals to ruin someone’s marriage, once told me to my face that I was the most hateful of all the gods on Olympus.
The most hateful? Really, Dad? Have you met your wife? But no, I’m the problem because I like a little hullabaloo.
Growing up was tough. While Apollo was learning the lyre and Artemis was practicing her archery (from a safe distance, like a coward), I was out there getting my hands dirty. I don’t do strategy or long-term planning. I do war. The messy kind. The kind where you wake up in the morning, scream at the sun, and run toward the nearest Sharp Thing.
Two giants, Otus and Ephialtes, stuffed me into a bronze jar for thirteen months. It was a long time ago. It was cramped, it was dark, and I didn’t have a snack. If you think you could handle thirteen months in a jar without losing your edge, you try it. Artemis had to bail me out, which honestly, was more painful than the jar itself.
We have to talk about my sister, Athena.
If war had a Teacher’s Pet, it would be her. She’s the Goddess of Strategic War. Do you know what that means? It means she sits in a tent with a map and a juice box while I’m out there doing the actual work.
She’s beaten me a few times. Big deal. She uses wisdom and tactics which is just a fancy way of saying she cheats. In the Trojan War, she literally hid behind a cloud and helped Diomedes stab me in the stomach. A mortal! Stabbing a god! Do you know how much that hurts? Not the wound, the embarrassment.
I’m the god of the bloodlust, the roar, the adrenaline. She’s the goddess of did we bring enough supplies? Boring. If I wanted to think about logistics, I’d be the God of Middle Management. War isn't supposed to be a chess game, it's supposed to be a mosh pit with consequences.
Look around you. Everything you love is because of me. Civilizations? Built on the ruins of people I helped kick over. Technology? You wouldn't have the internet if you hadn’t first invented better ways to throw rocks at each other.
And yet, where is my statue? Where is the Ares Day parade? You’ve got Valentine’s Day for my girlfriend, Aphrodite (which, by the way, is a total commercial sham)but nothing for the guy who keeps the world spinning through pure, unadulterated conflict.
Now, let’s talk about the state of humanity today. Humans, what are you doing?
You guys are fighting wars with buttons. A guy in an air-conditioned room in Nevada presses a key, and a drone three thousand miles away drops a missile. Where’s the sport? Where’s the eye contact? Where’s the part where you get covered in the other guy’s sweat and gory bits? You’ve turned war into a spreadsheet. It’s pathetic. If you’re waging war while sitting in an ergonomic chair drinking a smoothie, you aren't a warrior. You’re a librarian with a grudge.
Back in my day, if you wanted to destroy a city, you had to roll up your sleeves and do it brick by brick. You really got to know the architecture. Now? You just drop a bomb and the whole thing is gone in a mushroom cloud. It’s lazy.
I’m not saying we need to go back to the Bronze Age but we need to put the passion back into conflict. Stop trying to justify everything, just admit you’re angry and admit you want to hit something! It’s much more honest.

Special Guest Blogger: John Prescott

I led my life believing that a proper breakfast involves a full English and a strong cup of tea but that was the kind of man I was, born  in a modest council house in Grantham, the kind of place where the smell of boiled potatoes was a constant and I entered the world with a yowl and a plan.
My dad was a miner, my mum a cleaner, and I grew up in a house with parents who thought moderation was a type of sandwich.
Fast forward to the early ’80s. I’d already been elected as a Labour Councillor and I’d decided it was time to actually do something with my knack for shouting at people.
I was elected MP for Kingston upon Hull East in 1970, a constituency whose residents taught me the value of hard work, humour and the unbridled joy of a properly cooked fish and chips.
I quickly learned that Parliament was a bit like a giant, stuffy pub where underneath the silk ties and polished shoes was a collective yearning for a decent pint and a decent argument.
My first real highlight came in 1997, when Labour won a landslide victory, and I was appointed Deputy Prime Minister (and Secretary of State for the Environment, Transport and the Regions). Suddenly I was the guy who was no more being the guy who yelled at the bus driver for taking the wrong route, now I could make the routes.
I introduced the Cycle-to-Work scheme, which, helped thousands of people cycle to work and it gave me a clear run in my Jag to the office.
Working alongside Tony Blair and Gordon Brown was like being in a band where everyone thinks they’re the lead vocalist. We managed to rewrite the party’s manifesto, bring the UK into the era of digital connectivity and on one rare Sunday, I found myself in a small Yorkshire pub, debating whether to support a proposal for a expansion of the port when a local farmer, visibly agitated, shouting at me and hurled a raw egg straight at my head and I responded with a calm smile, a measured nod, and a purposeful, punch to his face to underscore the seriousness of my point.
The incident made the front page of The Sun the next day under the headline, 'Rambo Smashes Egg-Throwing Nutjob!' but looking back, the episode taught me If you’re going to punch a protester, make sure you have a reason that can be turned into a catchy headline.
When you stand at a podium, you often wonder what will echo through the corridors of history. Will it be the policies you championed, the speeches you delivered or the scandals you survived? Sometimes it just involves an egg.

Being Honest About Ann Widdecombe

A 28-year-old white male suspect has been arrested after former Tory minister and Reform UK politician Ann Widdecombe was found murdered in her home in Dartmoor, Devon.
Absolutely awful but to anyone under 40 she is best known for her appearances on Reality TV where she came across as a fun old lady game for anything, but to anyone over 40, before she became the cuddly national treasure, she was firstly a Conservative and Reform MP with some awful far-right and homophobic views.
Widdecombe built a political career on bigotry and religious zeal and repeatedly used her platform to oppose same-sex marriage equality and during her 23 years as an MP, took every opportunity to block gay rights, including the repeal of Section 28.
According to vote monitoring website, Public Whip, Widdecombe opposed every single equality measure for LGBT people and supported 'gay cure therapy' for:  'gays who do not want to be gay' and said that trans-inclusive policies were 'lunacy'.
She recently stated that Israel's Genocide in Gaza was: 'A just War', compared being in the EU to Slavery,  opposed abortions, left the Church of England at protest at the CoE decision to ordain women as priests, supported the reintroduction of the death penalty and was a Climate Change denier.
Her views aside she didn’t deserve what happened to her, nobody does, but to only concentrate on the nice things she said and did and avoid mentioning the more controversial, wicked things she said and did doesn't paint a fair picture because in my eyes, if your wicked before they went, they’re still wicked after they’ve gone.

Your Own Fault America

I got sent this so it is nothing i have found myself and it has not been verified or checked but it does seem to ring true.

Iranian spokeman on Al Jazeara:

Donald Trump has nothing to be afraid of when it comes to Iran harming him.
Trump's Presidency has caused more damage and humiliation to America than any Iranian Bomb or nuclear program could ever have done.
Iran only wishes Trump good health and that America could have Trump as their leader for another decade
Trumps presidency has truly been a gift for Iran as we have never been more unified and strong as well as now having friends worldwide that we never knew we had.
The world is not laughing at Iran, they are laughing and mocking Trump and what America has become under his stupidity and arrogance.

As i said above, how true this is remains unknown and i have been unable to find another source for it but it certainly is true that America, under Donald Trump, has been damaged and humiliated by his idiotic words, lies and deeds.
The World is laughing at Donald Trump and America, we look over the Atlantic and think what the hell is going on there?
Can you not see the creeping totalitarianism and why are you allowing a man who was found liable for  sexual abuse and is almost certainly soon to be exposed as a pedophile to write his name all over the buildings on your country?
That would be like us Brits voting Gary Glitter into Office and allowing him to build monuments and stick his name all over them, which would never happen but it is there.
I guess once he is safely out of Office or dead, whichever comes first, all his supporters currently shielding him in the in the Republican Party will come out and condemn him although it will take a generation to repair the reputational damage he has done to his country around the World and that is how it should be because the first time he was voted it could be quite correct to say they didn't know how bad he would be but to vote for him again, and stand back and watch him ruin their country, that's very much on you Trump supporting America.  

Burnham Learning On Left's View Of Israel

The Genocide in Gaza by Israel with the grim death toll of at least 75,000 has been taking place with military, political and diplomatic backing from the US who continue to back the nation run by a War Criminal wanted for War Crimes while they ethnically cleanse the Palestinians and Lebanese from their land where the death toll sits currently at  4,300 people, 569 in a single day on 23rd September.
By not outright condemning the Israeli Genocide, the current British Prime Minister Keir Starmer set himself immediately against the Labour Party Members and supporters who called for the mass slaughter to be strongly criticised by the British Government but after appearing to approve the immoral actions of Israel, he was forced to walk this back after much criticism and said that he had merely meant that he was only backing Israel’s right to defend itself, not how it was doing it in what was an expression of mild criticism of Israel’s most violent actions.
What he did next further distanced him from his own Party when he made it illegal to support Palestine Action and watched as elderly protesters demonstrating against that ban dragged away as as terrorists.
There are many things you could throw at Keir Starmer, his delivery was stunted, his lack of Socialist policies after a decade of right wing austerity was galling for Labour voters and attempting to take away the Winter Fuel Allowance from pensioners but when questioned why so many Labour supporters were deserting, one of the top reasons was his lack of forceful voice on the Israeli actions were cited and damaged him among core Labour voters, driving many to defect to the Greens who did shout loudly about what Netanyahu was doing in the Middle east.
The PM Elect, Andy Burnham, has obviously noted this and was swift to apologise for Labour’s attitude to Gaza and to Israel under Starmer, saying this week that the party got it wrong and how he was: 'Absolutely appalled by what I’ve seen and read about the destruction of Gaza. There’s increasing evidence that war crimes appear to have been committed.' he said. 'There must be accountability for the depth of the suffering the people of Gaza have experienced.'
A good start but words don't amount to much unless they are backed up by actions such as sanctions on Israel and support for the ICC and ICJ in bringing Netanyahu and his warmongers to justice for War Crimes.
That would go a long way to bringing back into the fold the many who left in disgust that we failed to call out a nation who have been committing the most horrific Genocide since the Nazi's.