Marjorie Taylor Greene is still a villainous, broad-visaged brute — vice clinging to her like a second skin — and yet… one cannot help but marvel at the this spectacle. #mtg #epsteinfiles youtu.be/MjKUeXoIYfA?...

The bully becomes the bullied. MTG once barked loud for her Orange Oracle—now she nips at him, and his cult snaps back, tearing into her with the same fury she fed them. In the kingdom of cowards, fear is the only loyalty. And it always comes home to roost. news.sky.com/story/trump-...

Trump, in his usual theatre of thunder and bluster, now bids his cohorts to unveil the Epstein files. Yet, when those pages are prised open, they shall be swathed in black ink thick enough to hide an empire of sins. For power seldom reveals its own reflection without first shattering the mirror.

In these freshly bled Epstein emails, one finds kompramat whispered of Trump and Bubba, notes of a mind unravelling, a king gone cognitively dim—“Trump’s insane,” they murmur. And even his MAGA choir, lanterns trembling, cannot ignore the stench rising from their idol’s decay. — V #Trump #Epstein

BBC heads roll for editing a single line from Trump’s sermon. He cries “fake news!” — quite rich from a man who’s lied 325 times since sunrise. The circus continues, the clown commands, and truth hides behind the mask. — V news.sky.com/story/bbc-re...

Beneath November’s silence, the poppies bloom—red as the blood spilled for peace. We remember those who gave all, not for glory, but for hope. Let remembrance be more than silence; let it be our vow to defy the wars they died to end. Lest we forget. — V

Remember, remember the Fifth of November — the night a few barrels of gunpowder almost changed the course of tyranny. Imagine if we’d succeeded — Parliament might’ve gone up, but perhaps corruption would’ve gone down. Instead, we light fireworks to celebrate failure. How very British. 🎇

The ballots have spoken and New York roars—Zohhran Mamdani rises while the orange tyrant cries into his silk pillows. How poetic: the self-crowned king undone by the will of the people. The city awakens, and laughs at Trump. #Mamdani #NewYork #TrumpyBooBoo

Prince Andrew loses his titles. Virginia Giuffre lost her life — twice. Once to the monster who took her youth, and once again to the silence that followed. Tell me, England… which loss weighs heavier? #VforVendetta #Justice #EpsteinFiles news.sky.com/story/prince...

Farage, the clown prince of chaos — selling fear as freedom, lies as liberty. Reform UK’s “rise” crumbles like cheap theatre scenery. The people of Caerphilly saw through your mask, Nigel. The revolution you promised? Built on sand, bluster, and broken alehouse bravado. — V

Trump, ever the jester in a crown of ignorance, tells Australia’s ambassador, “I don’t like you, and I probably never will.” Ah yes, diplomacy by tantrum—proving once more that America’s loudest man is also its smallest. The world laughs, not with him, but at him. — V

Wait a moment… could it be? The gallant crusaders of Deform UK—champions of “hard work” and “getting Britain moving”—working from the comfort of their own sofas? Indeed it is. The only thing they’re reforming, it seems, is the definition of hypocrisy. youtu.be/Q3l65xc7_Ks?...

“The Epstein files approach — and lo, a miracle may unfold! For the first time in recorded history, Prince Andrew might sweat. Though I daresay, he’ll call it rain, and insist he was nowhere near the weather.” — V

Ah, how poetic the pendulum swings. Once the Greens were but a whisper beneath Labour’s crimson roar—now, the whisper grows louder. The people stir, weary of red promises that fade to grey. And lo, they are fast catching up to Farage’s Deform UK—at this rate, they’ll overtake him by next election.

A fleeting glimpse, shrouded in shadow, of what George Orwell might perceive in our world today—a stage of spectacle and deceit, where truth cowers and the vigilant few struggle against the tyranny of ignorance.

In 1605 I believed no man is born to rule, and I still do. Across the sea, a crownless king struts as if law must bow. The people rise, masks gleam — no tyrant reigns forever. Justice will find him. You and I stand in solidarity, the crown will fall, and freedom will endure. #NoKings 🇬🇧🤝🇺🇸

Ah, yes… the tired tale of the poked bear. Next time Farage or his flock of fools dare bleat that NATO provoked poor Mother Russia, regarding Ukraine, remind them of this little historical nugget, NATO has shared a border with Russia since 1948. The bear was never poked, dear friends…merely exposed.

Nigel Farage — proof that you can shout “reform” for years and still have no idea what it means. His party’s policies collapse faster than his loyalty, yet somehow the circus plays on. Reform? More like Regret UK. #Farage #ReformUK #RegretUK www.mirror.co.uk/news/politic...

Ah, the irony. A shutdown dressed as healthcare reform—yet timed so perfectly as a Democrat prepares to unmask forbidden Epstein files. Trump, the so-called strongman, trembles at the sight of transparency.

Farage: leader of the party no one trusts, always stirring the pot, now blaming Starmer because his councillor got attacked. Ah yes, accountability never tasted so bitter, especially when served by your own rhetoric. #ReformUK #BlameGame www.msn.com/en-gb/news/u...

A party with only four seats, yet Starmer still quivers. What frightens him so? Not Reform’s power, but the noise they make — the poison dressed as patriotism. Fear not the mob, fear the message it spreads. #Politics #VforVendetta #LabourUK www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Antifa — short for anti-fascist. Not a club. Not an army. No leader, no HQ, no membership card. Yet somehow, the self-proclaimed genius wishes to label an idea a terrorist organisation. What’s next, declaring gravity illegal? Banning dissent by decree? How very… democratic. #YouCantBanAnIdea

I find myself pondering — does Antifa sell masks adorned with their emblem? If so, I’d acquire one without hesitation… and wear it boldly, a silent jest at those who fear the face of defiance.

THIS!! 👇👇

Picture, if you will, a man enraged by the absence of a Nobel Peace Prize upon his shelf—whilst he fans the embers of civil war within his own realm. Irony, it seems, has never shone so bright.

Honest Bob, defender of liberty—so long as that liberty involves lighting holy books on fire. There he marches, puffed with pride, mistaking cruelty for courage. The mask of “principle” slips again, revealing not a statesman… but a small man playing hero in a pit of his own making.

Ah, Nigel Farage, master of whipping up hatred, now trembling at a single threat. Funny how fear only matters when the violence is aimed back at you. The mask shows hypocrisy; the words, consequences. #VForVendetta #FarageFear #HypocrisyUnmasked www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article...

How deliciously ironic — I’ve just realised I posted an image of Trump grinning and pointing up at Greta Thunberg. Unwitting, yet poetic. The fool exalting the fearless. The clown beneath the conscience. Fate does have a sense of humour. #V #GretaThunberg #Irony

If this brave maiden, Greta Thunberg, is denied the Nobel Peace Prize, then peace itself has lost its purpose. For when truth and courage are punished while greed and apathy are crowned, the world no longer turns—it merely trembles. #V #GretaThunberg

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A fragile dawn in Gaza — hostages for prisoners, a pause in the guns. Hope flickers. Yet the showman of chaos steps up to claim the crown of peace. Trusting him is like hiring a fox to guard the dove. Let’s pray this time, the fire doesn’t come from the peacemaker. —V

Ah, The Trawl — ever the symphony of satire in a world drowning in deceit. I look forward, with sharpened wit and eager ear, to your next orchestration of truth and irony. #TheTrawl #VforVendetta

Ah, Mr. Trump — ever the patriot, forever eager to defend democracy… by deploying troops against it. The Insurrection Act, he says — because nothing says “law and order” quite like declaring war on your own citizens. — V #InsurrectionAct #VeryStableGenius #V

One wonders if Kemi Badenoch now lingers alone in the ruins of her party — the last to guard a dying flame, unaware the light has already gone out.

The mask returns. The world hasn’t changed — so neither has the mission. Remember, remember… every day is the 5th of November. — V #V