Justice in 2025: jail for words, hugs for thugs.

So peace isn’t the goal: the performance is. They’ll still be marching when the Peace Deal ink’s dry and everyone else has moved on.

The government’s new economic strategy: make Dubai great again.

Western judges now treat sentencing like a diversity workshop exercise.

Britain’s already bleeding millionaires like a severed artery and this clown wants to speed up the haemorrhage.

It’s not xenophobic to expect English in England!

Ah yes, democracy: that quaint old ritual we now do only when it’s safe for Labour.

Progress, apparently, means importing people who make it unsafe for Israelis to attend a football match.

Labour’s new slogan: “Ruining Britain so the Reform have nothing left to govern.” A noble tradition of national sabotage continues.

When you cheer the idea of shooting political opponents, losing a student presidency feels like mercy. Could’ve been worse, mate.

Starmer’s silence isn’t mystery, it’s maths. You don’t alienate the bloc that hands you seats.

They call it “myth-busting,” I call it propaganda laundering. Every level of this racket stinks.

Of course he did. The diversity optics matter more than the victims, didn’t you know?

Turns out the only barrier they broke at the Louvre was the glass display case.

They finally remembered their job is to stop crime, not feelings. Took them long enough.

So a few Dutch and Germans came over a century ago and that’s now an argument for unlimited migration from everywhere else. Logic checks out.

Only Labour could look at a dying economy and think, “let’s tax the corpse.”

OUSTED: Remember when he pretended he didn’t celebrate Charlie Kirk’s death? Turns out even Oxford couldn’t polish that turd.

Turns out “follow the science” meant “follow Whitty into madness.”

Reeves treats the Treasury like a student overdraft: unlimited and entirely theoretical.