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The chancellor’s proposed income tax shuffle is clever accountancy but toxic politics — a pledge-break disguised as fiscal discipline, and proof that Labour has trapped itself in rules it cannot escape.
More than 200,000 young men aren’t “signed off for life”—they are the reserve army of labour, conscripted into the Telegraph’s morality tale to prepare the ground for austerity.
David Frost calls it a new “Red Terror.” The truth is plainer: it’s the Right’s wars, coups and crackdowns that have spilt the deepest blood in politics.
Trump’s latest “kinetic strike” killed three unknown Venezuelans he labelled “narco-terrorists.” The phrase is not law but incantation, a word that strips away humanity and legitimises killing. From Vietnam body counts to Obama’s “signature strikes,” America has always named its enemies into existence, and into death.
To call Robinson’s rally “populist” or “right-wing” is to miss the point. Fascism doesn’t require every marcher to be a coherent ideologue; it requires a mass, a scapegoat, and leaders prepared to turn grievance into violence. That is what we saw in London.
The events of Saturday (13/09) prove that Britain can go fascist. Musk calls for violence, the Telegraph and Times launder his words, and Starmer clings to the flag. We must name the danger or watch it grow.
Camilla Tominey’s sainthood act for Charlie Kirk trades politics for piety. The Right already owns the machinery (press, finance, courts, police) and Kirk was part of the drive shaft. A death certificate doesn’t wash clean a career built on making violence respectable.
The ONS reports zero growth in July. The papers call it “grim news” for Rachel Reeves. In reality, it is the latest entry in a long obituary for British capitalism — a system now sustained only by euphemism, stagnation, and decline.
In the void, the darkness, the depths of space, and the heart of America, shadows dance. The Alien saga, the nation’s journey, intertwined, parallel, mirroring, reflecting. The struggle, the fight, the survival, the change. The whispers, the warnings, the messages, the screams, the horrors, the nightmares, the dreams. Alien and America, the descent, the rebirth, the redemption, the fire. Ridley Scott, James Cameron, David Fincher, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Carter, Reagan, Clinton, the visionaries, the leaders, the architects. In the abyss, the chasm, the truth, the lies, the chronicles unfold.
In a city of contrasts, “Fractured Requiem” and “Eclipsed Empire” present two sides of a narrative. The first explores the fragmented chaos of a postmodern cityscape, where a disjointed yet powerful insurgency defies definition and challenges the very foundations of an unjust society. The second delves into the world of the privileged elite, revealing their shifting perspectives and growing unease as they confront the reality of a city transformed by the powerful momentum of change. Together, these stories weave a compelling tale of revolution and its impact on both the oppressed and the oppressors.
As the global green arms race heats up, the UK is having a hard time getting to Net Zero and keeping up with other countries that are leading the way in the green industrial revolution.