Death on the Moor is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S.D. Wickett.

Reports of Lula’s inauguration show that the daemon of woke haunts every corner of this sorry world.

This was a year in keeping with the current trajectory: overwhelmingly bleak with a few currents of hope sprinkled in as a lifeline to those who do not like what they see.

It is depressing to have Covid regulations in the UK for the first time in 10 months.

‘Mr Brown’s plan, if enacted, would allow the Blairite boot to stamp on Britain’s face forever’ - BrittaniQ #24

Mearsheimer contends that the American strategy of encouraging the 2014 Euromaidan clashes in Kiev and courting Ukraine into NATO and the European Union is considered in Russia to be an existential threat.

As the snowball of red meat, bench-pressing and intermittent fasting grows in size, so will the number of real men.

The young live without reward for their hard-work nor extract any fulfilment for a life in which they own nothing, have no privacy, and are certainly not happy about it.