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Oh, Brighton.
You absolute clowns.
You’ve done it again.
You’ve reached a level of performative
cowardice so spectacular it deserves its own permanent exhibit: “The
Museum of Peak Institutional Spinelessness”.
This time, it’s not just a flag exhibition.
No, this time you’ve black-barred the word “Santa”.
Yes.
Santa.
As in Father Christmas.
As in the jolly fat man with the beard who brings presents to children.
As in the single most universally beloved figure in modern Western culture, short of maybe Taylor Swift.
And you – a publicly funded museum – decided that the word “Santa” was too risky to display in full.
In an exhibition about Christmas traditions, or winter festivals, or whatever anodyne seasonal theme you were pretending to care about, you literally covered up the word “Santa” with a black bar on the wall label.
Why?
Because some tiny, hyper-vocal minority of people apparently find the concept of Santa Claus “problematic”.
Not the actual man.
Not the reindeer.
Not the elves.
Just the word.
Maybe they’re offended because Santa is white.
Or because he’s fat (fatphobic).
Or because he rewards “good” children and not “bad” ones (classist, ableist, punitive).
Or because he’s a man (patriarchal).
Or because he’s fictional (anti-reality?).
Who knows.
Who cares.
The point is: you didn’t tell those hypothetical complainers to touch grass, or perhaps to consider that Christmas is a cultural festival that billions of people enjoy without needing a trigger warning.
Instead, you did the noble, progressive thing:
You censored the name of Santa Claus in your own museum.
Let that sentence land for a moment.
You are now the first publicly funded art institution in Britain to decide that the word “Santa” is too dangerous for adults to read unredacted.
This isn’t safeguarding.
This is institutional Munchausen by
proxy: you’re inventing trauma where none exists, then pretending you’re
saving people from it.
The only people being protected here are the museum staff who are terrified of a single negative tweet from a blue-check discourse merchant.
You’ve turned a place that’s supposed to celebrate culture into a giant apology factory that grovels to the thinnest-skinned people on the internet.
Well done.
Next time you’re thinking of hosting a “Winter Festival” or “Seasonal
Stories” exhibition, perhaps consider blacking out the words
“Christmas”, “Jesus”, “snow”, “presents”, “family”, “joy”, and “fun”
while you’re at it.
Just to be safe.
Or – wild idea – you could try the radical act of treating your visitors like grown adults who can handle seeing the word “Santa” without needing emotional support animals and a debrief session.
Until then, enjoy your black bar over “Santa”.
It’s the perfect visual metaphor for what Brighton Museum has become:
a place so afraid of its own shadow that it’s willing to censor Father Christmas himself.
Ho fucking ho.
Yours in weary disbelief,
Someone who used to think museums were for grown-ups
In the meantime, if you’re looking for some actual Santa-related joy that hasn’t been ruined by institutional cowardice, here are a few things that are still safe to enjoy (and buy) without black bars:
Oh, for the love of all that's holy – or at least all that's left standing in the Amazon – here we go again. As the clock ticks down to COP30 in Belém, Brazil, our very own parade of parasitic politicians is hopping on jumbo jets to save the planet. Keir Starmer, that finger-wagging fogey from Number 10, and Sadiq Khan, London's mileage-munching mayor, are leading the charge. Thousands of air miles each, mind you, while the rest of us plebs are meant to swap our Ryanair weekends for bicycle bells and hair shirts. And get this: they're landing in a spot where rainforest's been chainsawed to buggery just to host their eco-orgy. Hypocrisy? It's not just a side dish; it's the whole bloody banquet.
Picture the scene, folks. Starmer, fresh off lecturing us about net zero nightmares and "tough choices" for the climate con, confirms he's zipping over 9,000 miles to Belém next week. No10's spun it as a "vital summit" – the most important since Paris, they reckon. Aye, right. Meanwhile, Khan's already notched up 27,572 aviation miles this year alone, with his latest jaunt to Rio for a mayors' chinwag ahead of COP30. That's enough jet fuel to power a small city's guilt trips. And the kicker? A whopping 470 UK delegates are tagging along, torching the equivalent of 48 million miles in carbon emissions. While you're faffing about with your weekly bin sort, these clowns are turning the skies into their personal smoke signal.
Let's break it down, shall we? Starmer's last-minute decision to attend COP30 isn't just a jolly; it's a masterclass in brass-necked bollocks. The man's spent months moaning about Rishi Sunak's "hypocrisy" on climate pledges, yet here he is, greenlighting a delegation that could circle the globe four times over. No expense spared on first-class fumes, naturally. And Khan? Blimey, the man's turning international travel into an Olympic sport. His Rio speech on "coordinated climate action" came hot on the heels of four other foreign jaunts in 2025 – all while ULEZ cameras are nicking Londoners for daring to drive a diesel. "Do as I say, not as I emit," eh, Sadiq?
It's the same old script from these green grifters: Fly private (or as close as taxpayer dosh allows), preach poverty for the proles, then swan back to selfies with solar panels. Remember Prince William catching flak for his 5,500-mile hop to the Earthshot Prize in Brazil? Same family of folly. West Yorkshire's mayor got it in the neck too for her long-haul to COP30, all while banging on about local emissions cuts. Why should you swap your steak for soya when these lot treat the atmosphere like an all-you-can-jet buffet?
If you're raging at this lot – and who wouldn't be? – grab a copy of Apocalypse Never by Michael Shellenberger. It's the antidote to the eco-alarmist drivel these politicians peddle. Check it out on Amazon here – eye-opening stuff that exposes the climate con for what it is.
Now, hold onto your compost bins, because the venue's a right laugh. Belém's hosting its first COP, a "symbolic" nod to the Amazon's plight. Symbolic? More like sacrilegious. To prep for 50,000 delegates, Brazil's state government bulldozed a four-lane highway straight through tens of thousands of acres of protected rainforest. Trees felled like dominoes – all for smoother access to the sustainability shindig. BBC's on it: "Amazon rainforest cut down to build highway for COP climate summit." Aye, and Reuters notes deforestation's dipped to an 11-year low overall, but that's cold comfort when your big green bash is the exception proving the rule.
Human Rights Watch is fuming too: "In the Shadow of COP30, Brazil is Stripping Rainforest of Protections." Settlements cleared, forests fragmented – all so Ed Miliband's hypocrisy carnival can roll in without a pothole in sight. It's like throwing a vegan barbecue in an abattoir. These summits are meant to halt habitat loss, yet here we are, accelerating it for the photo ops. Vatican News calls it the Amazon nearing its "point of no return" – poetic, innit? While Lula's lot promise a "new history," the chainsaws beg to differ.
Fancy digging deeper into this eco-farce? The Moral Case for Fossil Fuels by Alex Epstein lays it bare – why the green gospel is gospel only for the gullible. Snag it on Amazon now and fuel your own scepticism. Proper reading for resisting the nanny state's net zero nonsense.
So, what's the endgame here? Starmer and Khan will land in Belém, swap platitudes with global grandees, then jet home to demand you ditch the skies. No more holidays abroad, no more steak nights – live like it's 500 BC, for Gaia! It's the ultimate con: Trillions funnelled to "transition" scams, while the elite's emissions soar unchecked. Labour's "international greenwashing," as The Spectator nails it, is peak parasitic politics. And with Hurricane Melissa fresh in the headlines, they're doubling down: More pledges, more poverty for us.
This isn't leadership; it's larping as saviours while screwing the savannah. Boycott the bollocks, folks. Ditch the delegates' drivel and demand real accountability – or better yet, a carbon tax on their frequent flyer cards.
If the climate hysteria's got you hot under the collar, Unsettled by Steven Koonin is your cool-down read. A former Obama advisor spilling the beans on dodgy data. Grab it from Amazon today – because knowledge is the best offset.
What the actual fuck is this bollocks? Starmer and Khan's COP30 jaunt is the green grift writ large – rainforest rubble for their righteousness. Time to call it out, share this rant far and wide, and subscribe for more takedowns of the nanny state brigade. Drop your thoughts below: Would you trade your flights for their forests? Or is it all just hot air?
Lord Falconer says people with “learning difficulties or autism” could, with “proper assistance”, access assisted suicide.
Basically the state wants to kill everyone who is deemed to be no longer valuable to the state!
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— Right To Life UK (@RightToLifeUK) October 22, 2025
That should alarm every Peer in the Lords. Vulnerable people don’t need help to die. They need support to live. pic.twitter.com/M583w3in5R
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