Keir Starmer’s “Rivers of Blood” Speech

 

Keir Starmer invoking Rivers of Blood is the desperate gasp of a hollow man with no core, just a CV. A career politician whose only true ideology is personal ambition. He’s not Left. He’s not Right. He’s whatever gets him closer to Number 10. This is the same man who kneecapped Brexit, bent the knee to BLM, waved through anti-British culture wars and now wants to pose as the last line of defence against extremism? Please. Starmer spent years enabling the hard-Left lunacy of Corbyn, then burned that bridge the moment it became a liability. Now, he cosplays as a stern patriot to appease the tabloids he used to despise. He’s not a statesman. He’s a weather vane with a law degree. By dragging up Enoch Powell, he’s not warning us, he’s warning about us. About anyone who dares speak plainly about borders, law, or national identity. It's another sly attempt to smear legitimate concerns as hate speech, while pretending to be “above it all.” But the truth is, nobody trusts him. The Left thinks he’s a traitor. The Right sees a fraud. The public sees through him. His ‘principles’ are just focus group-tested slogans. His ‘vision’ is whatever won’t scare Middle England this week. Starmer is not the solution. He’s the embodiment of the disease: a sterile, managerial class that believes in nothing except its own right to rule. Britain doesn’t need more grey men in grey suits mouthing platitudes about extremism while letting the country rot. We need spine. We need truth.

And we need to stop letting power-hungry chameleons like Keir Starmer lecture the rest of us on morality.