Irene @buttonbox21

@London_W4 @Teus56 All they do is act for the establishment. Disgraceful

So, “walk to the fucking car, you dick..” is acceptable language from a so called police officer is it @BBCBreaking ?

I Am British 🇬🇧 @IAmBritishReal

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WARNING: This level of tough/abusive language is only applicable by the police to young white kids. Anybody else must be respected so you don’t look racist. This is their racist policies at work.

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🚨 THEY WILL LITERALLY SELL ANYONE OUT TO CLING TO POWER. You honestly have to laugh at the absolute brass neck of the Labour establishment. 🤡 Angela Rayner resigned in disgrace last year while being investigated over her own tax affairs. Now that HMRC has conveniently closed the case, she is desperately clawing her way back to the frontline. And look at exactly what she just did. She immediately gave a speech throwing Keir Starmer's government under the bus, complaining that they spent their time "defending the status quo." In the very same breath, she heaped praise on Andy Burnham. Why? Because she is openly coveting a return to her old Cabinet job dictating your housing, and she needs the new boss to give it to her. These Westminster frauds have zero loyalty! They will happily trash their own colleagues just to keep their taxpayer-funded salaries and VIP perks. They do not care about the country. They only care about their own survival. RT if you see right through this corrupt Labour snake pit and demand a General Election NOW! 🔁🇬🇧🔥

LETS MAKE Ryley FAMOUS ❤️❤️ Nobody moved. So he did. ❤️❤️ Last Tuesday afternoon at a canal near a busy walking path, a toddler slipped through a gap in a railing and hit the water. Adults froze. Seconds passed. Then Ryley — 15 years old — took off his shoes and jumped in. The water was deep. The child was too small to keep their head up. Ryley reached the toddler, got underneath them, and pushed the child's face above the surface. No flotation device. No lifeguard vest. Just a teenager using his own body as a raft. He held that position — arms raised, treading water — until emergency responders arrived and lifted the child to safety. Witnesses said he moved before most people had even processed what was happening. Ryley went home that same evening. No press conference. No ceremony. He reportedly told his mum it "wasn't a big deal." The toddler is safe. Recovering. Going home to their family. And somewhere out there, a 15-year-old kid is probably back in school right now — sitting in class, doing homework — completely unaware that the world needs to know his name. His name is Ryley 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👌🏾🙏🏾

@RealMattA_ My dad would have knocked them into shape.

🚨 UK Police in 2026: Protecting the attackers, punishing the victims. Drunk white lad in Birmingham gets jumped by 3 black lads. Female officer doesn’t hesitate - she charges in, slams the White kid, lets the attackers stroll off, then screams at him like he’s the criminal. “You’re going to walk to the car you fucking dick.” This is two-tier policing on steroids. White Brits are now fair game in their own country, while the imported chaos gets a free pass. Female officers playing “social justice warrior” instead of doing their actual job. When the native population is treated like second-class citizens in their homeland, people start noticing who’s really in charge. England is boiling. How many more videos like this before it explodes?

What happened to de- escalate a situation. She’s just a foul mouthed little idiot, trying to look tough using bad language. Out of her depth and she knows it.

𝔍𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔞⚡️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @Re_mi_gra_tion

a day ago

3 blacks attack a drunk white kid in Birmingham, the female police officer comes in to protect the violent blacks and arrest the white kid Absolutely disgusting the way white people are treated in England (@KnockoutAudit)

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@Re_mi_gra_tion @KnockoutAudit The police are brainwashed, he’s the easy target.

This is how democracy dies in small-town Britain. In Thetford, a community of just 650 souls is being steamrollered with plans to dump 1,200 illegal migrants into RAF Barnham – and when locals turn up to the “public” meeting to demand answers, the council caps attendance at 120 despite room for 300. Inside, nobody has answers. Outside, frustration boils over as British people are locked out of decisions that will destroy their way of life. Labour’s globalist betrayal and compliant councils treat our towns like dumping grounds for failed asylum claims and economic migrants who contribute nothing but strain on housing, schools, GPs and crime rates. Two-tier Britain again: the state rigs the system to silence dissent while accelerating the invasion. Cultural incompatibility isn’t abstract – it’s these overwhelmed communities watching their resources vanish and their safety erode. We’ve had enough of this replacement racket. Stop the boats, end the hotel and dispersal scams, deport the criminals and those who don’t belong, and put British people first. These small towns didn’t vote for this transformation – they were never asked. Remigrate, reclaim our communities, and make Britain for the British again. The anger is justified. The fight is just beginning. 🇬🇧

Got a phone call of pharmacy, how am I getting on with blood pressure tablets. I’m not, never took one. I’ve lost a stone and half in two month and my blood pressure is 121/ 90. Lied.

@PolitlcsUK @lisareality1 I will never forget this poor boys bloodless hand, never. All because someone shouted racism and police thought it was a worst crime than murder.

@David90shaw @astro_trader Just refuse to pay, just like the poll tax.

@gingerrtom @DC_Police It’s the opinion of lots of people though. How can you stop that? You can’t. Free thought.

@jamespir Except he is a twat and a big one.

@HJB_News__ I had two children, that’s what we could afford. They need to learn that.

Operation Hexagon: They built a police op to hunt whistleblowers, not the grooming gangs abusing bains in Oldham. A joint effort by Greater Manchester Police, Oldham Council & Labour politicians - targeting those who exposed the scandal instead of the abusers. Why the media blackout? Andy Burnham was the Mayor!

@fionagoddarduk Sometimes they get outsiders to do their dirty work, in my experience anyway.

@jomickane Going to be a little bit miffed when they realise these are the people.

Four words gave him away. NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION. That's not a leader talking. That's a man reading out a pitch somebody else wrote for him. The man with all the answers, here at last to save a Britain he's spent twenty five years climbing over. Burnham didn't win an election. Burnham was INSTALLED. Four weeks. That's the gap between him becoming an MP and them fitting him for Prime Minister. No seat in June. Running the country by July, and not one of you was ever asked. He isn't the change. He's the COVER STORY. He says devolution. Power to the people. It's a SMOKESCREEN. Watch the salesman at the front and you miss the hands working behind him. He didn't dodge the press because he's shy. He dodged them because he CAN'T ANSWER THEM. The Times watched his last interview and called him utterly unconvincing. Then he announced he's rebuilding the whole country and took not one question. Strange sort of saviour, won't take a single question about the miracle. Watch the pitch. His direction is NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION. Fixed. Final. No say for you. Then he promises an INCLUSIVE team. Then refuses to name a single soul on it. Then tells you to ignore anyone who goes looking. Inclusive. While he decides everything and names nobody. The most secretive move in politics, wrapped in the friendliest word in the dictionary, and the room clapped like he'd cured something. The team was picked months ago. He's just not allowed to read out the names yet. The salesman, caught pricing up the goods himself AND IT WAS NEVER SUDDEN Last August, already the most popular man in his party. September, a network quietly forms around him. They call it Mainstream. January, he tries to get into Parliament and the Prime Minister himself votes to BLOCK him. Blocked and it changed nothing. Five months later he walks through a different door like the lock was never there. The one man who could have stood against him folded inside the hour. No contest. A coronation, dressed up as a choice. The Prime Minister tried to stop this and couldn't. So ask yourself who actually can. WATCH THE TRICKS IN THE PITCH He says a more streamlined state. Then announces a brand new Downing Street. New building. New staff. New bills. Streamlined, while making it bigger. You actually could not write it. The room clapped for forty five seconds and not one of them did the sum. He says power will flow to every corner of Britain. But the hand on the tap stays in Manchester, in his fist. He keeps saying devolution, but the mayors he hands it to don't control the money. The Treasury does. The experts even have a name for it. A performed illusion of reform. Devolution isn't the gift. It's the wrapping paper. Then he reached for Germany to sound clever. But Germany's regions have their own constitutions, power no centre can rip back. Britain has one Parliament, and it can take back every crumb overnight. Wallpaper over a promise with nothing behind it. Then he walked off and took not one question. THE BIT THAT HITS YOUR FRONT DOOR Forget the sales patter a second. Here's what he's actually selling you. He wants your water. Your energy. Your home. Sold to you as public ownership. So who sets your bill then. Not you. Not anyone you ever voted for. A handful of people you've never heard of, who answer to nobody. Then he wants a tax on what your house is WORTH. Not what you earn. What it's worth just sitting there and because it's tied to house prices, the dearer your area, the harder you're hit. London alone, SEVEN BILLION pounds. Some homes, a THOUSAND pounds a year more. Just for owning the bricks around you. For a roof you already paid for. That lands on top of the heaviest tax burden this country has carried since 1948. Before this man has passed a single law. New office. New tax. New ten year plan. Spend, spend, spend. Tax, tax, tax. And nobody, anywhere, has told you what the bill comes to. Some rescue. Now glance at the roof over your head. 172,000 children sitting in B&Bs tonight, and the homes that are left bought up for the Home Office while you stay on the list. Your own government, bidding against you for the same bricks. Funny, that. MEET THE SALESMAN He's run for leader twice. Lost both times. The public have never once chosen him for anything bigger than Manchester. Watch how the great saviour actually moves. Blairite under Blair. Stayed under Corbyn when every other Blairite walked. Backed Starmer when Starmer rose. Now Reform surges and suddenly he agrees with Farage. Blair, Corbyn, Starmer, Farage. Four men, four directions, and he turned to face every one the moment it started winning. That's not conviction. That's a WEATHER VANE, spinning whichever way the wind pays best. He sold this country compulsory ID cards twenty years ago. Hold that thought next time he plays the man who'll set you free. A month into running our hospitals, patients were dying in their own urine. He opened an inquiry, then bolted the doors on it, and knocked back eighty one pleas to hold it in public. It took losing power for the truth to get out. A grooming gang ran riot on his patch as Mayor. Three jailed out of ninety seven. His response was called supine, and supine is the kind word for it. Twenty five years. Same pitch every time. THE HANDS BEHIND HIM One man gave up his seat for Burnham, and was already writing his lines while he did it. Both jobs at once. His chief of staff spent years on the payroll of Apple, Amazon and BP. Now he's the voice in Burnham's ear. The woman shaping his economy ran a think tank, walked into Downing Street, walked back out, and is on her way back in. Nobody ever voted for her once. Mainstream signed off the whole pitch months before he had a seat. He didn't write a word of it. Somebody handed it to him finished and pushed him out in front of the cameras. He's the face on the front of it. Reading lines other men wrote. Taking the credit that belongs to the people behind him who'll never once step into view. THIS IS THE PART THAT NEVER MOVES Here's the bit the great man will never tell you. The salesman at the front is the only part of this you get to vote for and the only part that ever changes. Behind him sits everything that actually runs the country. Officials who never face an election and never leave. Lobbyists who cycle through every government no matter the colour of the rosette. Think tanks that write the policy before a minister reads it. Burnham's own right hand was paid by Apple, Amazon and BP. Not one of them British. Not one on any ballot you've ever seen. The money behind this doesn't stop at Dover. The Cabinet Secretary who built the borders scheme is one face of it. There are hundreds more you'll never be shown. They were here before Burnham. They'll be here after him. Before Starmer, before the Tories, and long after Reform has had its turn. They don't change the country. They just change the suit. Starmer in his glasses. Burnham with his accent. Different face. Same con. Same hands behind it. You change the salesman. You never touch the people he's selling for. He isn't the change you're praying for. He's a twice rejected man with a weather vane where his spine should be, wheeled out in front of something that was running long before him and will run long after. It doesn't care who's clapping. It just needs a face at the front, and a room that wants to believe.

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