A party with only four seats, yet Starmer still quivers. What frightens him so? Not Reform’s power, but the noise they make — the poison dressed as patriotism. Fear not the mob, fear the message it spreads. #Politics #VforVendetta #LabourUK

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Behold, Find Farage! The seaside sensation sweeping Clacton — a game where the prize is disappointment, and the only thing harder for the residents of that town, to find than the man himself is his integrity.

Antifa — short for anti-fascist. Not a club. Not an army. No leader, no HQ, no membership card. Yet somehow, the self-proclaimed genius wishes to label an idea a terrorist organisation. What’s next, declaring gravity illegal? Banning dissent by decree? How very… democratic.
#YouCantBanAnIdea

I find myself pondering — does Antifa sell masks adorned with their emblem? If so, I’d acquire one without hesitation… and wear it boldly, a silent jest at those who fear the face of defiance.

THIS!! 👇👇

Picture, if you will, a man enraged by the absence of a Nobel Peace Prize upon his shelf—whilst he fans the embers of civil war within his own realm. Irony, it seems, has never shone so bright.

Honest Bob, defender of liberty—so long as that liberty involves lighting holy books on fire. There he marches, puffed with pride, mistaking cruelty for courage. The mask of “principle” slips again, revealing not a statesman… but a small man playing hero in a pit of his own making.

Ah, Nigel Farage, master of whipping up hatred, now trembling at a single threat. Funny how fear only matters when the violence is aimed back at you.

The mask shows hypocrisy; the words, consequences.

#VForVendetta #FarageFear #HypocrisyUnmasked

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Honest Bob, defender of liberty—so long as that liberty involves lighting holy books on fire. There he marches, puffed with pride, mistaking cruelty for courage. The mask of “principle” slips again, revealing not a statesman… but a small man playing hero in a pit of his own making.

How deliciously ironic — I’ve just realised I posted an image of Trump grinning and pointing up at Greta Thunberg. Unwitting, yet poetic. The fool exalting the fearless. The clown beneath the conscience. Fate does have a sense of humour. #V #GretaThunberg #Irony

If this brave maiden, Greta Thunberg, is denied the Nobel Peace Prize, then peace itself has lost its purpose. For when truth and courage are punished while greed and apathy are crowned, the world no longer turns—it merely trembles. #V #GretaThunberg

Come with me
And we’ll be
In a world of pure imagination

Ah yes, the tragicomedy of our age — the lapdog wagging its tail while the master smirks from his Kremlin chair. One barks about greatness, the other whistles — and off he trots, fetching approval like a good little mutt. Power? No. Obedience dressed as dominance.

A fragile dawn in Gaza — hostages for prisoners, a pause in the guns. Hope flickers. Yet the showman of chaos steps up to claim the crown of peace. Trusting him is like hiring a fox to guard the dove. Let’s pray this time, the fire doesn’t come from the peacemaker.

—V

Ah, Mr. Tice — aghast at words never spoken, yet strutting hypocrisy as if it were a medal of virtue. He laments “take up arms,” all the while parading allies and symbols that contradict his own protestations. One must admire the audacity, if one didn’t also find it so exquisitely absurd.

Ah, The Trawl — ever the symphony of satire in a world drowning in deceit. I look forward, with sharpened wit and eager ear, to your next orchestration of truth and irony.

#TheTrawl #V

Ah, The Trawl — ever the symphony of satire in a world drowning in deceit. I look forward, with sharpened wit and eager ear, to your next orchestration of truth and irony.

#TheTrawl #VforVendetta

Ah, Mr. Trump — ever the patriot, forever eager to defend democracy… by deploying troops against it. The Insurrection Act, he says — because nothing says “law and order” quite like declaring war on your own citizens.

— V

#InsurrectionAct #VeryStableGenius #V

One wonders if Kemi Badenoch now lingers alone in the ruins of her party — the last to guard a dying flame, unaware the light has already gone out.

The mask returns. The world hasn’t changed — so neither has the mission.
Remember, remember… every day is the 5th of November.

— V

#V