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Thousands of asylum seekers are making bogus claims in an attempt to stay in Britain involving shared partners, VIP connections and generic political dissident scripts.

Hundreds of Iraqi Kurds have allegedly tried to claim asylum because they are all apparently in a relationship with the same daughter of the Kurdish prime minister.

Scores of Pakistani men also suggest they cannot go home because they are in a gay relationship with the same man, who provides letters supporting their claims.

What happened in Portsmouth last night was extraordinary. Citizens waded into the bitter sea to try to prevent the arrival of foreign men who were all but ferried in by the authorities. Ordinary people stepped up as reluctant, unpaid border guards while actual border guards rolled out the red carpet for a hundred blokes from heaven knows where. Everyday Brits stood vigil over our shores while the state threw those shores open to all-comers.

How do we even define this? What do we call it? The media has reached for that small, familiar word “protest”, as if this were a mere outburst of public anger over government policy. It was so much more than that. This was ordinary men and women stepping into the breach left by the state’s desertion of our borders. It was working-class self-organisation in defence of our national sovereignty. It is unprecedented.

Danny Tommo walked straight up to Zia Yusuf in Portsmouth, on camera, and said what a lot of working people have been thinking.

“Don’t smear the men standing in the street. They’re not “disgusting.” They’re bricklayers, roofers and fathers who’ve had enough”. Patriot Platform…

— Benonwine (@benonwine) September 7, 2026

Hundreds of demonstrators descended on Portsmouth after migrants heading towards the Hampshire coast on a small boat were intercepted and brought ashore.

Around 140 migrants are believed to have disembarked near Eastney in Portsmouth, and will be taken to Manston immigration centre in Kent for processing.

🚨NEWS: There has been widespread OUTRAGE on social media after it was revealed that the Government had waiting for the migrants in Portsmouth:

– Tents
– Clothes
– Pyjamas
– Supplies
– Food
– Water
– Cleaning products
– Footwear

This wasn’t an unplanned detour from Dover
This…

— Basil the Great (@BasilTheGreat) September 7, 2026

The British Government has turned on its own people.

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There was a certain inevitability about what happened in Dover on Saturday. Several hundred protesters, many masked, blocked roads around the port, traffic backed up, the police arrived and engaged with them and, after a few hours, everyone went home. No arrests were made. The immediate temptation is to treat this as another example of the disruptive protest which has become familiar in Britain over the past decade, except this time coming from the Right rather than the Left. There is some truth in that, although it misses the more interesting point. What happened at Dover was a reaction, in both senses of that rather unfashionable word, and it has been a very long time coming.

For at least the past 20 years, Britain’s political and cultural elites have claimed that immigration has been nothing but a blessing for the nation. They claim it grows the economy. That it makes Britain as a society less insular and more diverse. That it has moral as well as economic benefits.

Among vast swathes of the British public, however, a very different view has taken hold. They have experienced the reality of our increasingly porous borders. They have seen how the importation of cheap labour, far from growing the economy in real (per capita) terms, has merely suppressed wages. They have seen how immigration-fuelled population growth has put even more pressure on struggling public services. And they have witnessed what ‘diversity’ means in practice – the creation of religious and ethnic enclaves, riven with anti-Semitism and intolerance.

Exactly like Canada.

There has been major disruption at the Port of Dover due to a large group of masked men holding a demonstration.

Hundreds of protesters, dressed in black and wearing face coverings, blocked roads and were heard chanting “stop the boats”.

Traffic was stopped from going in and out of the port, with the government saying it condemned “the behaviour in Dover and the travel disruption it has caused”.

Dover right now.

They walked straight through.

No permission asked. No press release. No kneeling.

Just a wall of men in black moving past the police vans while Dover port sits dead.

This is not a protest anymore. This is a shutdown.

For years they told us the boats… pic.twitter.com/AnMcB3vacT

— (@Maxwellpainn) September 5, 2026

By 10am it was eerily quiet. The previous day saw market traders, hundreds of shoppers and families enjoying lunch alfresco in the late summer sun. But by Thursday morning, Braintree in Essex was a ghost town.

And then, shortly before 11am, the first minibus arrived like clockwork from Wethersfield asylum accommodation site and a group of young men disembarked, smartphones in hand, one wearing a Covid-style mask to hide his face.

‘They hang around the bus station and they whistle at the schoolgirls coming off the buses,’ complained 66-year-old local Mike Readon. ‘It’s horrendous. Lots of women just avoid the town entirely on a Thursday because it’s a totally different environment.

“Far Right Agitators” what an asinine headline. No wonder Britain is dying.

I went back to my hometown recently, a small suburb in north-west London. I strolled the streets, stopped by the crumbling library where we did our homework, visited the convent where I was educated (it’s a block of flats now – isn’t everything?). And I’m going to tell you something I’ve been keeping to myself since that day: while I was there I didn’t hear a word of English.

It really hit me later in the evening, on the Tube home, when I heard a young English fella yapping on his phone. ‘This teenage blather is the first thing I’ve understood today’, I thought to myself. And you know what? I was grateful for it. I’m at that age where I find mobile chatter on trains irksome. Not this time. The boy’s voice hit me like thunder, a sudden, blinding bolt of home.

I’m sorry, but I have finally reached a point where I am so angry I can barely compose myself to write. Scarcely a day passes without learning of some unbearable new abomination. Please consider this column a prolonged and anguished scream in the style of Edvard Munch.

There is no longer any room for doubt that violent and sexual attacks on British women, girls and children by illegal migrants and other men from misogynist cultures are shrugged off as collateral damage by a Government that refuses, for reasons of political expediency and ideological preference, to protect them.