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Britain still needs chemicals—no doubt there—but fret not, they’ll now be shipped in from some backwater where worker safety is a punchline and environmental oversight is a myth. Yes, high taxes and strangling regulation are real enough, and often cited with great moral outrage as the reason to pack up and flee. But let’s not…

The real world doesn’t fund media giants—not the BBC, not the rest of the puffed-up cathedral choir. Politics does. Corporations do. The same cozy ecosystem that signs the cheques also writes the hymns. And as the old rule goes: he who pays the piper picks the playlist. Inside that bubble, everyone believes they’re a cut…

Details? There’s nothing here to fix—this beast is beyond repair, well past the point of salvage. The only sane path left is to map the entire subsidies swamp by the only metric that matters: does money go out or come in? Tax breaks aren’t subsidies—using tax law like any other business isn’t charity. But every…

When I was a teenager, long before the internet began vomiting oceans of information into our laps, I devoured every science article I could find like sacred scripture—utterly convinced we were on the brink of immortality. I dreamed of dragging my parents across the finish line into eternal life, but that fantasy cracked when my…

When I was a kid—which, terrifyingly, is now about half a century ago—we lived outside like feral little sun-worshippers, barefoot and oblivious. On scorching summer days, the tar on the road would melt into black syrup, and our feet would come home stained like chimney sweeps—not from dirt, but from gooey asphalt we smeared around…

Anyone with even a passing grasp of what it costs to do anything in the deep Arctic will instinctively wince—the kind of wince that comes with knowing this frozen hellscape is one of the most brutal and expensive environments on Earth. No jungle, no desert, not even most deepwater plays elsewhere come close in terms…

Confidential procedures? Oh, let me hazard a wild guess: the economics behind the whole circus are starting to stink worse than low tide in August, and suddenly a few inconvenient minds are asking questions they weren’t supposed to. Do I know that? Of course not—confidentiality is, after all, just the soothing lullaby of ignorance dressed…

Of course, they ignore the elephant—what choice do they have? Especially in the hallowed halls of self-congratulation like the BBC, where journalists don’t just see themselves as part of the elite, but as the elite within the elite: the anointed priesthood of insight, objectivity, and moral clarity. They’ve clawed their way to the top, bled…

For the politicians, it’s a never-ending ATM—why unplug the machine when it keeps spitting out votes, cash, and moral license with zero accountability? But the activists, bless their trembling hearts, really do believe the apocalypse is stalking them personally. Most aren’t faking; they’re simply marinated in dogma, like any good cultist who’s swapped robes for…

People have dragged themselves across continents since we first figured out how to argue over firewood—sometimes chasing food, sometimes fleeing tyrants, and sometimes just trying to breathe easier. Real migration—without company perks, relocation bonuses, or a cushy expat bubble—isn’t some Instagram adventure; it’s a full-frontal identity collapse. You ditch everything familiar, walk blind into the…

How long do you think an Iranian blockade of the Strait of Hormuz would actually last—months, weeks, days… or just a few nervous hours? Iran doesn’t control the whole Strait, only its half, and while it might look like a bottleneck on a map, in reality it’s a wide-open corridor where the best they can…

After Trump’s election, a whole chorus of pundits confidently predicted that the Democrats would be jolted back to the center, shedding their radical wings like a snake outgrowing its skin—but I knew that was fantasy. One political loss doesn’t rewire tribal instinct; it just deepens the trenches. People don’t change when they lose—they change when…