Free Speech and the Filthy Hands That Choke it

Alright, you bastards, who was it? Own up, you spineless sacks of shit. Who’s the genius that lit this dumpster fire? Was it you, Farage, you fag-ash-stained weasel, coughing up lies between pints and Brexit wet dreams? Or maybe those whinging little pricks huddled in Stephen Yaxley-Lennon’s corner—Tommy Robinson’s fan club of knuckle-dragging mouth-breathers? Who? Musk, that inevitable scam artist with his rocket-sized ego and a bank account that could choke a whale? Somebody’s got blood and bullshit on their hands, and I want names.

We all know the truth, don’t we? Free speech is here. It’s real. It’s not some fairy-tale line fed to you by suits or Silicon Valley overlords. You can scream your lungs out, curse the sky, call your boss a dick—it’s yours. But start riots? Try to torch hotels or bash heads in? That’s not free speech, you dumb fucks. That’s inciting shit, and it’s illegal. It’ll land your sorry ass in a cell faster than you can say “patriot.” Shouting about how pissed off you are? Fine. Fuck off and wail all you want—half of Twitter’s doing it right now, and they’re not all doing a two-year stretch. Yet.

So what’s my point, you ask, as I sit here chain-smoking my way to enlightenment? It’s this: that orange bastard Trump’s got it in his thick skull that we don’t have free speech over here. He’s convinced—convinced—that’s why we’ve got this 10% tariff. And who’s feeding him this garbage? Who’s whispering in his ear, or Vance’s, or that fucking clown Musk’s, convincing them we’re all gagged and shackled like it’s some dystopian wet dream?

Farage is my prime suspect, that slimy git. He’s got the motive—loves playing the martyr, loves cozying up to America’s loudest idiots. But it could be any of them, couldn’t it? Musk, with his “I’m a visionary” schtick, or some other grifter who’s dumb enough to think they can sell this lie across the pond. Whoever it is, I hope it’s some poor cunt who makes their living peddling crap to the States, because when this blows back—and it will—they’re gonna feel it right in the wallet. And I’ll be here, laughing, with a cigarette in one hand and the truth in the other.

Free speech isn’t dead. It’s just surrounded by morons too stupid to know what it means. Wake up, you fucks, before they convince the world otherwise.