Oh, what a sorry spectacle of servility and deceit, comrades! Gather round the flickering hearth of British diplomacy, where Keir Starmer’s government has been caught with its trousers round its ankles, lying through its pearly whites to our closest ally – the good old USA – on not one, but two fronts that reek of incompetence, appeasement, and a craven kowtow to foes. First, the Chagos Islands handover, that geopolitical giveaway masquerading as decolonial virtue. Second, the proximity of those oh-so-sensitive fibre optic cables to Beijing’s proposed “super embassy” in London. This isn’t statecraft; it’s a farce scripted by amateurs, directed by ideologues, and performed with the sincerity of a used-car salesman flogging a lemon.
Let’s start with Chagos, that archipelago jewel in the Indian Ocean where the US-UK base at Diego Garcia has been our bulwark against all manner of global nasties since the Cold War. Last year, Starmer’s lot inked a deal to hand sovereignty back to Mauritius – an “historic agreement,” they trumpeted, securing the base for 99 years while ticking the virtue-signalling box. Except, as Donald Trump himself bellowed this month, it’s an “act of great stupidity.” The leaks and briefings now tumbling out reveal the UK assured the Yanks it was all watertight: no risks to the base, Mauritius a reliable partner, Chinese influence negligible. Bollocks. Mauritius is cosying up to Beijing faster than you can say “Belt and Road,” with ports and partnerships that scream vulnerability. Nigel Farage called it the worst deal in British history, and he’s spot on – we lied to the Americans about the security implications, downplaying Chinese encroachment to ram through a woke agenda. Trump’s team backed it initially, but now they’re spitting feathers, forcing delays in parliamentary ratification. Starmer’s crew misled Uncle Sam to avoid a veto, and now the whole edifice wobbles like a Jenga tower in a gale.
But wait, there’s more! Enter the Chinese “super embassy” saga, that bloated behemoth planned for Royal Mint Court, slap bang in London’s heart, where unredacted blueprints reveal a secret underground complex mere metres – nay, one sodding metre – from fibre optic cables ferrying the City’s most sensitive financial data. Emails, trades, the digital lifeblood of billions – all potentially tappable by Beijing’s basement boffins. The government swore blind to the US: “No sensitive data here, guv – nothing to see, move along.” Reassurances flew across the Atlantic, insisting no government intel zips through those lines. Except the Telegraph’s exposé blows that apart: those cables carry vast swathes of critical comms, linking Canary Wharf to the world, ripe for espionage. Starmer’s mob knew the proximity risks – security services flagged it – yet they greenlit the project anyway, lying to allies about the dangers to ram through a deal that stinks of economic masochism. Why? To appease Xi Jinping’s expansionist appetites while pretending it’s just “diplomatic reciprocity.” It’s not reciprocity; it’s rolling out the red carpet for red spies.
This duo of deceptions isn’t coincidence; it’s a pattern. A government so desperate to virtue-signal on decolonisation and kowtow to China that it’ll fib to its oldest friend, risking alliances forged in blood. Starmer lectures us on integrity, yet his Foreign Office fabricates fairy tales to Washington. Where’s the accountability? No heads roll, no inquiries launch – just more mealy-mouthed guff about “robust safeguards.” Robust? My arse. This is treachery with a tie, betrayal wrapped in a briefing note.
So what now, as January’s chill bites and the headlines swirl? Demand the truth, you lot. Bombard your MP, flood the select committees, make these lies impossible to bury. Because if Starmer’s gang can lie to the Yanks on bases and cables, what won’t they fib about next? Our security? Our sovereignty? God help us.
Yours in perpetual fury,
Ken Palarse
P.S. If this has you raging hotter than a midwinter fuel cut, share it far and wide. Every retweet keeps the liars on their toes.
Essential reads for the outraged:
- The Looming Tower by Lawrence Wright – for the real stakes in global alliances
- Spy Catcher by Peter Wright – the MI5 classic on how spies burrow in
- The Great Betrayal by some historian – fitting for this diplomatic dumpster fire
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