The Truth, Not Myth

Today in Parliament,14 October 2025,  Kemi Badenoch delivered a speech ( cited below article ) she framed as a moment of moral clarity. It was solemn, precise, and emotionally charged. But beneath the surface, it was something else entirely; a choreography of grief, hierarchy, and strategic forgetting. This wasn’t just a political intervention. It was a performance of loyalty: to whiteness, to empire, and to a moral grammar that selectively grieves and violently erases. She opened with three mothers, their children stolen into “terror tunnels.” It was visceral. Human. Designed to anchor the listener in righteous suffering. Israeli grief was named, sanctified, and central. Palestinian grief? Abstract. Passive. Instrumental. No names. No families. No history. This wasn’t oversight. It was architecture. She declared, “No cause, no grievance, that can ever justify…”a line that shuts the door on context. No mention of the Nakba . No mention of the 750,000 Palestinians expelled, the 530 ...

How “lower taxes” became a trap, and austerity came back with better branding…  Mel Stride’s plan from the Tory Conference When I finished university and started my first job, I used to think “lower taxes” meant freedom. Like, the adult kind. The kind where you finally get to keep what’s yours and spend it on things that make you feel alive. It felt like a reward. A nod from the state that said, “You’ve made it. Keep a little more.”  Fast forward to today, after years of watching the scaffolding behind the scenes; mum waiting weeks for a GP , schools held up by literal metal poles, the NHS gasping through winter. I’ve started to realise it’s not a reward. It’s a trap disguised as a treat. Like someone handing you a voucher for a restaurant they’ve just burned down. I didn’t see it straight away. It was drip by drip…quiet, cumulative. I don’t know when it properly hit me, because we all know how slowly neglect moves. Not with sirens, but with silence. Not with collapse, but wi...