BY ALEX STORY
There was a time when rape, paedophilia, and treason were among the most heinous crimes one could commit.
There were, of course, others—burglary, shoplifting, or queue-jumping.
These latter offences, while distressing to the former population of Great Britain, did not warrant the same reaction—merely the stocks, the pitchforks, or, at a stretch, the gallows.
Today, however, rape, paedophilia, and treason are daily fare—and linked.
The former enables the twin evils of the latter two.
After all, no borders mean no safe haven. And we have neither.
With Clockwork Orange regularity, another bucket of hatred-filled acid is dropped upon our battered souls and those of our ancestral country.
Our society’s architecture is being destroyed before our eyes.
We are rendered deaf by the incessant, jarring sound of purposeful societal disintegration.
The scale of horrors no longer matters.
The constant pre-medieval drumbeat of crimes committed against us echoes endlessly across our airways, mingling with the tortured screams of our daughters, our mothers’ tears, and our own teeth-gnashing helplessness as British men.
In Nuneaton, Warwickshire, we hear that two Afghans have been charged over the alleged rape of a 12-year-old girl—only days after Hadush Kebatu was accused of sexually assaulting a girl in Epping.
Ahmad, an Afghan colonist, was charged with the paedophilic rape of a child.
Mohammed, his accomplice, was charged with aiding, abetting, strangling, and kidnapping her.
Both had only recently—and illegally—landed on our shores via small boat.
Much like William the Conqueror did all those centuries ago.
And perhaps, given the sheer number of their compatriots who arrived via the same route with similar intentions, under the euphemistic guise of “asylum-seeking,” history repeats itself.
Recorded rapes have increased in line with an unwanted population explosion over the last 25 years—rising by an unprecedented 600%.
In 2025 alone, 72,000 rapes were officially documented.
That was when crossing the English Channel in a dinghy became a popular combined “Middle Eastern, North and East African” exercise—sponsored by our righteously selfless (mostly state-funded) charities and NGOs, and enabled by our officials.
Some have profited immensely. Not least the parents of Morgan McSweeney, Starmer’s right-hand man, who allegedly received £6 million to house newcomers in their hotels.
Be that as it may, since 2020, a staggering 400,000 women and girls have been raped in England and Wales alone.
Prepubescent girls violated in 2020 are tortured teenagers today—alone, hopeless, and betrayed.
These are only the official numbers.
Like the proverbial iceberg, we see only the tip of that Everest-sized, cockroach-infested nest.
Sarah Champion, Labour MP for Rotherham, spoke courageously in 2015 of a million victims, calling it a “national disaster”—before being silenced for highlighting this “horror.”
Beyond Parliament, those who describe what they see find themselves collared by the authorities.
Warwickshire Police, like most forces across the land, evidently believed silence was the best approach—lest they “inflame community tensions.”
The language used is the same as that which excused decades of wilful blindness towards “grooming gangs.”
A plague that now roams the country with unabashed—and ever-growing—self-confidence.
The lessons learned, to paraphrase our gormless officials, have not been to address the root of the problem—namely, forcing a Christian civilisation to convert to the hopeless, loveless, and morality-free Middle Eastern creed erroneously known as the “Religion of Peace”—but to accelerate the process.
In the meantime, the indigenous populace is chastised for noticing.
A caste system is now de facto embedded in our country.
We Britons find ourselves the Hindu equivalent of the untouchables—precariously balanced on the last, slippery rung, peering into the black hole of oblivion, forsaken for supposed crimes committed in past lives.
The higher castes are protected by the police in the name of “community cohesion”—a term that truly means sectarian or tribal domination.
When a government showers privileges on newcomers while starving the very people who pay for them—when it ignores their plight, their pain, and their humiliation, stripping them of resources and the right even to notice what is happening—the Rubicon has been crossed.
That sense of betrayal is deeply felt, uniting nearly 70% of the country against Keir Starmer. A mere 13% approve of him.
Sixty-three per cent of the public believe Starmer “does not respect them.”
Yet Keir believes he is right.
Indeed, just weeks ago at Chequers, The Huffington Post reported Starmer declaring that “Labour gets 96% of things right.”
Labour, like the Communist Party of old, is never wrong. We are.
He believes, like all Fabians, that rulers should be “as unrepresentative of Everyman as possible.”
The higher being is:
“The clear-sighted intelligence that sees the world as it really is and rejects shame—whether moral, political, or aesthetic; the energy and organising ability that gets things done and overcomes opposition.”
Labour rejects shame, morality, and overcomes opposition.
That is why Starmer likes where the country is heading.
He has three main opponents: Farage, Trump, and the mass of Britons.
All have weaknesses he understands well.
Nigel Farage must survive against a hostile state and media.
Expect increasingly virulent denunciations, investigations into past comments and behaviour—and from Farage himself, some triangulation and hesitancy, particularly on the topics of the “Religion of Peace” and deportation, as he is forced into survival mode.
Donald Trump carries the weight of his office and wields a big stick—but he can only make Starmer uncomfortable.
Starmer lies, obfuscates, and plays for time.
The Soviet concept of centrally and permanently funded “localised self-management” is now deeply embedded in Great Britain.
All our institutions work in lockstep to impose a new, progressive world upon us—granting Starmer constant “plausible deniability” and the means to press on.
For Britons, the only constitutional recourse is the ballot box.
It is that power Starmer will do most to usurp.
Fast-tracked asylum seekers, ever-greater levels of immigration (legal or not), and an increasingly totalitarian clampdown on Britishness are our future.
In other words—we have seen nothing yet.
Alex Story is an Olympian, entrepreneur and writer on economic and social issues.
