— Hitchin Squirrel Rescue (@AllumPaul) June 10, 2026
Joe Pike asks, "so how did it all go wrong so fast?".
The winter fuel allowance is mentioned. So are farmers. Welfare cuts. Grooming gangs. Freebies. Mandelson. Sue Gray. But Gaza isn't mentioned once. Maybe Joe just forgot about it (1/2) pic.twitter.com/7AHBYkBMHK
You only have to consider that, under both Sunak and Starmer, Israeli flags in light were projected onto the facade of 10 Downing Street, and Jewish candlesticks were placed in a window.
This Canadian girl just said what millions are thinking but are too afraid to say out loud.
“Can somebody please tell me how we’re still calling Canada a free country?”
Look at what Mark Carney has supported: the Gaza genocide by Israeli Jews, Israel generally, the “Covid” panicdemic/scamdemic “measures” and “vaccines”, and the brutal and corrupt regime in Kiev.
I believe that Carney is part- (((you-know-who))) anyway.
Russia’s FSB thwarted a double attack against law enforcement officers in Pyatigorsk in Russia’s North Caucasus jointly with the Investigative Committee as two women were detained for delivering powerful bombs on Kiev’s instructions, according to the FSB:https://t.co/eLuEcJYpU8pic.twitter.com/EDq9QwatO5
Prime Minister Andy will kick off with the polite little pantomime at Buckingham Palace, constitutional cosplay for the cameras, king playing his assigned role as ceremonial mascot.
Prime Minister Andy will kick off with the polite little pantomime at Buckingham Palace, constitutional cosplay for the cameras, king playing his assigned role as ceremonial mascot.
Then the mask’ll drop and the real masters get their audience:
First, Zelensky—to lock in Britain’s blank-cheque loyalty to the Ukrainian meat grinder and the Atlanticist death cult that feeds it.
Then von der Leyen—to genuflect before the Brussels bureaucracy, that rotting late-imperial corpse still twitching with regulatory power.
Then dinner with the hedge-fund crowd — the people whose debt-based capital actually moves the needle while your ballot paper gathers dust.
Only after paying proper obeisance will he deign to lecture the British public about net zero, the greatest corporate wealth transfer ever dressed up as planetary salvation.
This is shareholder democracy working exactly as designed. You are not the principal. You are a minor stakeholder with diminishing returns.
The sophisticated machinery of polling, micro-targeting, narrative management and behavioural nudges exists to keep you compliant and distracted. Fail the real principals—the money, the alliances, the permanent bureaucracy—and the consequences are swift and brutal.
Fail the voters? Just tweak the script and roll out a new slogan. 250k raped girls? Deny. Lost control of borders? Ignore. If caught, point finger and scream racist like Donald Sutherland in The Body Snatchers.
The order of Andy’s first meetings will tell you everything an election-night victory speech never will. Voters give Legitimacy, that’s the idea, not the reality anymore but it is still the script that’s followed. Performance.
The others give Power. And in the chasm between those two things sits the brutal reality of modern governance.
You are a serf who’s been handed a smartphone and told you’re free. Your ancestors clawed their way out of this condition. You’re being slicked and bullied back into it, with the cheerful assurance that your rootless, broke, unsafe grandchildren will foot the bill and curse your name.
One leaves, one steps in. Everything continues as before. People argue over terminology and ideology whilst doing very little to improve things IRL. So far we've secured five locations around our country that we now control. Over 20 of our members are now land owners. pic.twitter.com/JgRJrxQQTD
Sometimes great things happen when you turn knowledge in to action. Fin is inspirational, a young member of The Woodlander Initiative who now has his own land and has managed to quit his 9-5.https://t.co/x4b7Evir5x
India is increasing its imports of Russian oil to a record level, – Reuters
▪️2.55 million barrels per day – the expected volume of Russian oil supplies to India in June. This is a record figure, significantly exceeding May volumes at 2.13 million barrels per day, – notes… pic.twitter.com/c2isnDhU1g
Russian forces have raised the national flags of the Russian Federation in the central, western, and southern parts of Krasny Liman, while assault groups continue the final phase of clearing the city of Ukrainian forces. pic.twitter.com/TLI3okKsAA
The more I see, not so much of Burnham himself but more of the hysterical adulation around him and focussed on him, the more I think that his tenure in office will be disastrous, even if it lasts for the full 3+ years until a 2029 General Election.
As for the BBC and Sky wasting large amounts of money on helicopters to follow “Caesar’s” train (“royal train”? or “imperial train”?) and then taxi, that just underlines what a sycophantic propaganda Schauspiel those msm outlets now are.
I have to admit that, on me at least, the general msm lauding to the skies of the new Labour “Caesar from the North” is having an effect opposite to what is obviously intended. I now start to dislike Burnham, those around him, and those praising him.
I note that (as it seems) Burnham is praised for having taken buses and trams (back) into public ownership in Manchester, and keeping fares stable. Yes? What else? Is that it? Underwhelming, in a world (and a UK) with massive challenges on every front.
Talking point
I happened to see that a blog post from over 7 years ago, and which I had thought at least somewhat interesting, has had only a very modest number of hits over the years, which I think a pity, so…
Now they're going to arrest her for speaking out. And she wont get snacks or be let out right away.
— Karoline Leavittron Parody Acct (@DemZombieBrains) June 23, 2026
Wall. Squad. End.
The German Reich knew how to keep its people safe, and how to deal with untermenschen.
America shocked by Iranian progress: What Iran has shown looks like an phenomenon The Iranian drone development program could represent a significantly more advanced technological level than previously estimated, CNN reports, citing sources familiar with the testimony of a U.S.… pic.twitter.com/TC6segrLfS
Turkey has become the biggest and most dangerous threat to "Israel", after its army became the second largest in NATO, and the self-sufficiency rate in the defense and military industry reached around 80%. pic.twitter.com/00JjtrVjth
…as blogged about several times over recent years.
Hungary has again blocked Ukraine and Moldova's accession to the EU
According to Politico, Hungary has suspended the review of Ukraine and Moldova's applications for EU membership and postponed the opening of all official negotiation stages for Ukraine and Moldova.
I am now writing about a personal experience, because I feel that some people might find it interesting anyway, and because I also feel that, inter alia, it says something about the EU and the way it operates.
The facts
In 1998, some months after my return from a several-months sojourn in Egypt, I was telephoned by someone whom I did not know, Leasor by name, who told me that my name had been suggested as someone who might be a suitable candidate for a project funded by the EU, and would I meet the next day to discuss it? I was interested, not least because I needed a job.
At the time, I was staying temporarily with my parents, at the yachting haven of Hamble, in Hampshire. As I say, I had been in Egypt for quite a while, had then spent three months penniless and effectively homeless in London (a dystopian nightmare), and since that time another lucrative work possibility, in Odessa (Ukraine), had just recently fallen through. The small financial settlement I had been paid (after having had to issue court proceedings against a Jew fraud —will blog about that another time—) was running out rapidly. So I was happy to investigate this new idea, whatever it might be.
A day or two later I was in London, lunching in a smallish and pleasant Italian restaurant in Pimlico, a stone’s throw from the Vauxhall Bridge Road. My host, Leasor (I forget his Christian name), was easy to talk to and explained that there was an EU TACIS project coming up for tender. TACIS was “Technical Aid to the Commonwealth of Independent States”, a foreign aid umbrella supposedly helping out the former Soviet republics by providing “expertise”. I regarded it as largely a boondoggle, a major aim of which was to help out not the former Soviet Union but large Western law firms, accountancy firms, “consultancy” firms and industrial concerns.
I believe that, since our telephone conversation, I had faxed my CV to Leasor, so he knew my work background, qualifications etc. He also knew that I had been, during 1995-1996, on the Committee of the Central Asia and Transcaucasia Law Association [CATLA], also connected with TACIS; the CATLA committee met every few weeks at one or another plush office of law firms in the City of London or West End. I remember that they included Clifford Chance, Norton Rose and other large firms. CATLA had been set up by UK law firms with interests in the new states recently carved out of the Soviet Union.
As for Leasor himself, I do not think that he said much about himself, save for the fact that he had been involved in a few similar deals in recent years. I am not someone who questions people closely (leaving aside my years at the practising Bar); I always think it rather rude. Neither did I enquire how he got my temporary home telephone number.
I had spent a year in Kazakhstan (1996-97), and had, a few years earlier, visited post-Soviet Moscow. This was of interest to the consortium which was bidding for the contract in Uzbekistan; also useful was my far-from-perfect but serviceable Russian language (both reading and speaking).
After lunch, Leasor took me to see his brother (in fact he had or has at least one other, but I did not know that then). His brother had been Adjutant of the 17th/21st Lancers, a smart cavalry unit now (at time of writing) not in independent existence; that brother was running what was basically a public relations outfit in a small office in Westminster. The brother or his firm would also be part of the bid consortium. I found both brothers pleasant and polite, though the ex-officer one did carry light traces of his former profession of arms in his speech and manner.
The next meeting was at the offices of yet another part of the consortium, the large law firm Simmons & Simmons, in the City of London. The meeting was chaired by its then “emerging markets” partner, a small Jew with a name so Scottish that the possessor of it should have had bagpipes and a tartan Tam O’Shanter. I had met him before. Also present was a City of London bod with a good line in convoluted financial jargon.
The project in Uzbekistan was to be based in the capital, Tashkent, the largest city in Central Asia. The title of the project was something like “Secondary Markets in Uzbekistan”. What I knew about secondary markets could be written, if not on a postcard, then certainly on a single side of paper, but no matter: the financial bod and the law firm would jointly take up that slack. My role would be to be second-in-command, so to speak, based as sole resident representative in Tashkent. All that was really required of me was legal and resident experience in the region (Uzbekistan borders Kazakhstan) and serviceable Russian. The others would be based in London.
It turned out that this was the EU’s second attempt to get a secondary market going in Uzbekistan. The first had sunk without trace, taking about £2 million in EU funding with it. I discovered that the team who had won the previous bid (I think French) had blown almost all the budget on salaries and on staying in the most expensive hotels in Tashkent, Moscow and European capitals, leaving nothing for publishing useful (educative) information or for effective liaison with the government of Uzbekistan.
20 years have now elapsed. I realized only years after the events now chronicled that, in overall charge of TACIS projects for that part of the world from 1994-1996, i.e. not so very long before I got directly involved in the region, was one Nick Clegg, since then of course MP (2005-2017), UK Liberal Democrat Party leader (2007-2015) and (2010-2015) Deputy PM, but then just a wealthy “trustafarian” whose parents had got him a job in Brussels:
“He took up a post at the European Commission in April 1994, working in the TACIS aid programme to the former Soviet Union. For two years, Clegg was responsible for developing direct aid programmes in Central Asia and the Caucasus worth €50 million. He was involved in negotiations with Russia on airline overflight rights, and launched a conference in Tashkent in 1993 that founded TRACECA—an international transport programme for the development of a transport corridor for Europe, the Caucasus and Asia.” [Wikipedia].
No wonder the project for which I was recruited had failed at its first attempt! Clegg! I note also that only now, a quarter of a century later, is the “new Silk Road” coming into being. I wonder how much EU money Clegg wasted overall…
Coming back to a micro level of economics, my own proposed salary was, if I remember rightly, going to be somewhere around £100,000 (I think more) taxfree (and paid offshore), equivalent to maybe £150,000 or so taxfree today (educated guess). I think that accommodation and flights were also on offer. This was more than attractive to someone who had, that very same year, been for months all but destitute in London (where some of my adventures would make amusing reading, were I able to write them down).
So to Brussels…
The two Leasor brothers and I flew on a small business airline to Brussels. The jet was almost empty and arrived just as darkness was falling, around 1800 hrs. A confusing taxi ride through endless tunnels and we were there, in the middle of Brussels, a city to which I had never been (though I had visited Belgium itself on a number of occasions, starting in (I think) 1963, aged maybe just 7, when my family flew Sabena from Heathrow to Ostend, a service long-since discontinued).
In the morning, after an excellent dinner (Brussels is noted for cuisine) and a night in some hotel which appeared to be exclusively occupied by delegates and supplicants to the EU Commission or Parliament, we set off on foot to our own appointment with the Commission.
At the Commission (not the famous main building but a quite neglected smaller one nearby), we were ushered in eventually to a room set up like a tribunal, with EU flags on vertical poles and tables for us, the Uzbek delegation and the Eurocrats judging our bid.
The Uzbeks were a government minister (I forget now, 20+ years later, whether it was the Foreign Minister or Minister for Foreign Trade, I think the former) and his English-speaking assistant, a clever-looking young man who had “KGB” or the equivalent written all over him.
The “tribunal” consisted of a troika: the chairwoman was a French or Belgian woman, maybe 50, very much conscious of her importance (whatever that was) and looking somehow lacquered, as if her hair or face might crack if she were to fall over. There was also a besuited person of, I think, Belgian nationality and an English or maybe Scottish civil servant, looking scruffy and wearing a roll-neck jumper, making him look like the once-famous 1956 publicity shot of the young Colin Wilson, writer of The Outsider, pictured as enfant terrible of popular philosophy.
After one of the others gave an overview of our bid, it was my turn to be grilled. The main thing was to ask about my legal background and then to test my facility in Russian conversation. That was done by the minister, with help from “KGB” assistant. After a while, the KGB assistant carried on, until one of the troika interjected and said “I think that we have established that Mr. Millard has a good command of Russian…we are running short of time.” The KGB assistant wanted to carry on interrogating me but had to shut up. Not before time. The bastard had pretty much reached the outer limits of my fluency. As he subsided, he flashed me a smile and a sharp glance as if to say “I’ve got your number…”
We went back separately to London. I thought that we had done enough to win the bid, as had the brothers, but in the end it turned out that, for purely political reasons, a consortium from, if I recall, Spain had to be awarded the contract, because Spain had not had enough of a bite at the TACIS cherry…
Aftermath
My visit to Brussels over, I only heard once more from Leasor (the one who contacted me initially). I ended up, not long afterward, going to live for a while in the Caribbean and elsewhere. To this day, I have never visited Tashkent.
It was only much later that I started to wonder whether there had been something else behind that —superficially— purely commercial bid. Uzbekistan, like Kazakhstan, was just then, in 1998, becoming pivotal in geopolitical terms, as “Western”/NATO/NWO power rubbed up against an upsurging China, a Russia starting to be resurgent, and Islamism from the South. Maybe Professor Haushofer was at least partly correct…
Uzbekistan was under strict dictatorial control and at that time had not yet committed itself to cooperation with NATO. It might be that our bid was really an opening gambit to insert an intelligence post into Tashkent, with me as “clean” figurehead, at least at first. The project would have provided access to Uzbek ministers and advisors at or near the top level of their government.
Evidence? Not much. Was it relevant that I was called out of the blue? Not necessarily (headhunters had done that before and would do so again). Was it relevant that the Italian restaurant was near Vauxhall Bridge Road? Not necessarily. Was it in any way relevant that —as I only discovered a few years ago— the brothers were the sons of the writer James Leasor, who was a WW2 officer, later a foreign correspondent and writer of famous books on war and espionage, some of which were filmed: The One That Got Away and (filmed sub nom The Sea Wolves) Boarding Party? I suppose not. Straws in the wind, as we are in life…
Ian Robert Millard 