The grand illusion of BRICS – that Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa could stand together as equals, forging a new world order beyond the grasp of Western hegemony – was always more wishful thinking than sober reality. From the beginning, the alliance was a patchwork of competing interests, bound not by shared ideals […]
There is something deeply unsettling about Sir Keir Starmer’s rise—not merely in the way a man of such rigid ideological conviction has slithered into power, nor in the eerie silence surrounding his radical past, but in the quiet, bureaucratic suffocation he embodies. He is no firebrand, no demagogue, not even a compelling liar like a
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The land does not change. It is the same earth that fed our grandfathers and will feed our grandsons – if we let it. But now the taxman comes, and with him, trouble. Rachel Reeves has decided that farmers must pay more. Inheritance tax relief on agricultural land must be capped. This is not just
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In the shadows of what was once a thriving culture, the tragic death of designer Luis Braccal a few weeks ago underlines the brutal reality now gripping Venezuela. Braccal, a beloved figure in Caracas’ entertainment scene and designer of my wife’s dress for the Miss Venezuela beauty pageant of 2004, was savagely beaten by security
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Recently, during a leisurely stroll through the charming streets of a quaint Devon town, I spotted a glimmering object lying innocently on the side of the pavement. My immediate reaction? ‘Ooh, a shiny bracelet!’ Naturally, my imagination began to race, picturing it as the latest trend—a statement piece that would surely elevate my status as
If I were a Marxist, my mission would be to infiltrate and transform the very fabric of Great Britain, sowing seeds of discontent and radical ideology aimed at dismantling capitalism and replacing it with a collectivist mindset. I would wield psychological tactics to instil self-doubt and guilt about personal achievements, reinforcing the toxic belief that
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If there exists an anchor that connects generations, surely it is the classic dad joke. Characterised by their pun-laden simplicity and eye-roll-inducing punchlines, these jokes have an unassuming charm that, when well-chosen and delivered, can elicit laughter from children, parents, and grandparents alike. Why did the man fall in the well? Because he can’t see
There is an amusing message flitting around Facebook. I have copied and pasted it below: For those of you who cannot cope with fuzzy images, it reads: ‘For those of my generation who do not, and cannot, comprehend why Facebook exists: I am trying to make friends outside of Facebook while applying the same principles.
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Intelligence is no more than a leg muscle. It may be thin and scrawny, but it can still be useful for certain scenarios like piano playing. It may be huge and bulging – useful for sprinting or scrummaging. It may be toned and sinewy – useful for ice-skating or ballet dancing. The fact is that
Dear Editor, Last week I was in London and, as a dutiful citizen – I am always careful to check what to pay for travelling up to the Big Smoke from the shires – I settled the myriad of Khan traffic levies before I left. My meeting was in an area of the capital which
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