Who do you think you’re kidding Mr Starmer?

 Thu 10:00 pm +00:00, 18 Sep 2025  1

posted by Tapestry

Trump talks total bullshit saying he cares about the young people dying being the reason why he wants peace in Ukraine.  It’s the money he cares about.  The West gained Ukraine by political capture, and they hate their gains being eroded by Russia’s military skill and effort.

Starmer’s just a baboon, who needs the war to keep going to justify the continuation of NATO and the EU.

Starmer’s charmless high pitched voice grates alongside Trump’s charming bullshit schmooze, as he tries too hard to sound important and relevant.

It’s also domestic and immigration policy where we know we are being lied to.  Starmer hates the English and the English nation – and the English flag.

We are victims of nationocide.

When Starmer announced his one-in-one-out plan after Macron’s state visit, a multitude of commentators queued up to pour l’eau froid on this patently risible plan. It was, as foretold, a putty policy that would founder on the granite-like rock of the ECHR.

So, after none too subtle leaks and briefings about the inaugural deportation, we were able to see first-hand just what an inept and totally ineffectual entity Great Britain has become. Could there be anything quite so emblematic of our decay and incompetence as our inability to exclude just one irregular migrant from our shores?

How hollow all the tough talk from the Prime Minister downward now sounds. The serious faces, the entreaties that they were going to get a grip on things, quite how they look at themselves in the mirror each day while trousering our money for abjectly failing to do what the public expect is a mystery.

The delicious irony in this carnival of imbecility lies in the fact that the PM has been well and truly hoist by the ECHR petard he has so eloquently and volubly defended. How the individual who edited the manual on human rights failed so spectacularly to see how it would derail his ludicrous extradition plans speaks volumes about Starmer’s intellectual nous and judgement, the latter being well documented with his ill-advised Mandelson appointment.

With exquisite timing, like a ringmaster entering the circus, comes the President of the United States. Someone allegedly in thrall to pomp and pageantry – a vestige of tradition that Britain can still pull off with some aplomb. The sixth-form antics of protesters projecting the images of Epstein and Trump on to Windsor Castle epitomise perhaps all too well what a failure Blair’s determination to send everyone to university was and remains. Universities, where once the orders of intellectual rigour, academic discipline and open mindedness were hallmarks, now lie discarded on a smouldering tip of diversity, equality and inclusiveness surmounted by a burning tyre of youthful stupidity.

The contrast between Trump and Starmer could not be sharper. The President oozes conviction, principles, beliefs and a determination to impose his weltanschauung on the US. By contrast, we have a straw premier, twisting and bending in the wind. A leader unloved and mocked, not only by the population at large but even by his own party who realise that he is a liability, hopelessly out of touch, unable even to effect the most basic of acts.

Whatever he does now, nothing will escape the most minute scrutiny and like all lame ducks, events will finally overtake him, and the Peter Principle (not Mandelson) will claim yet another scalp. The plentiful mocking memes on social media are the digital Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, a harbinger that Starmer’s political time will shortly be up and a quiet backwater in lecturing will beckon.

The fiasco over Rayner and Mandelson, immigration, the accusations of two-tier justice, the faltering economic news, and lurking in the background a Budget that will once and for all cement in people’s minds the absolute madness of Labour’s financial policy, his condemnation of his populace as ‘plastic patriots’ will render the UK a basket case on the international stage.

Remember the glee of reporters at Labour’s election victory, and the claim that the adults were back in the room? Now the clowns are in residence and we, the people, are on the receiving end of a daily unappetising custard pie in the face.

Yet as the sun sets on this once proud and capable nation, perhaps, just perhaps, there is one thing we could do. With our world class pageantry so effortlessly delivered, we should simply become one large theme park off the coast of Europe. A mixture of the fun of Alton Towers and the pomp and circumstance of state occasions. Depending on where you live you would be outfitted accordingly. Pearly suits for those born within the sound of Bow Bells, tweed suits for country dwellers, kilts, pointy and bowler hats for our kindred brethren.

Then, at five o’clock each day, tourists and sightseers could gawp at the spectacle of regimented soldiers performing the ancient ceremony of Trooping the Migrant where youthful good-looking cavalry wearing plumed helmets would imperiously escort an irregular migrant towards Heathrow, only to march back again having been thwarted by actors representing the ‘Refugees welcome here’ brigade. God help us.

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