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@InTheTrenchesUK: Well well well, Zanny fucking Minton Beddoes.
Susan Jean Elisabeth, if we're being proper. Which we absolutely are not.
The Economist's very own cosmopolitan mannequin, fresh from her latest triumph: explaining to a man who builds actual rockets that she knows better than he does what "normal people" think. And wouldn't you know it, the silly billionaire had the absolute gall to tell her that a lot more people hate her and her rancid little magazine than she realizes. The look on her face, darlings. The look.
Oh darling, let's unpack this steamer trunk of establishment hypocrisy, shall we?
One must admire the sheer audacity of a woman who can sit there in her Hammersmith townhouse, where the worst thing that happens is cold coffee at a dinner party. We're talking serious landed gentry here, father an Army officer, mother straight out of central casting for "European sophistication." And from this fortress of privilege she lectures the rest of us about diversity and inclusion while her own magazine admits, whoopsie, only 0.9% of the 230 editorial staff are Black. Seven years she's been editor. Seven years of "we can do better." The numbers haven't budged. But do go on about structural racism, Zanny. We're all ears.
This is, after all, the same Oxford PPE, Harvard Kennedy School, IMF shock therapy alumnus who helped destroy Eastern European economies in the 90s and called it "experience." The same sneering metropolitan globalist who sold The Economist's independence to Italian industrialists (the Agnelli family, darling, Fiat and Ferrari and all that) for £469 million, then had the absolute gall to issue a statement about "preserving editorial independence." The same Bilderberg director, yes actual Bilderberg, Companies House and everything, who sits in secret rooms with intelligence chiefs and CEOs deciding your future without your input, then returns to her magazine to tell you why you should be grateful for open borders.
How very revealing.
And when Rupert Lowe, one of England's finest gentlemen, a true patriot who crowdfunded the independent rape gang inquiry report that exposed industrial scale horror, dared to speak truth, she insulted him. Dismissed him. Treated him like dirt beneath her expensive shoes. While he was single handedly dismantling the establishment, she was smearing saviours. This is the same champagne socialist who has spent years openly loathing Brexit, patriotism, and anyone gauche enough to have voted Leave. She treated half the country with the sort of withering contempt usually reserved for a waiter who brought the wrong vintage.
Which brings us to July 23, 2026. There she is, across from Elon Musk, dismissing the systematic rape of 250,000 British girls as "sort of grooming gangs everywhere." Telling him London is "much safer than any city in the United States" while girls are trafficked, rapped, tortured and groomed in Rochdale. Accusing him of being "far right" for wanting secure borders and safe cities.
July 24, 2026. One day later. Jordan Peterson publishes: "250,000 girls were raped."
While Zanny was minimizing horror, Peterson was confronting it. While she was calling critics "far right," he was counting bodies. While she was claiming London was "safe," the mothers of raped daughters were being ignored by people exactly like her.
How very BBC. How very Economist. How very fucking typical.
You didn't report the news, Zanny. You auditioned for the role of its self-appointed globalist gatekeeper. When Steve Bannon needed a platform, you were there. When actual patriots needed a voice, you were smearing them. When the IDF offered controlled access, you embedded and called it journalism.
Bless your heart.
You absolute, rancid establishment whore of a woman. The British people have had more than enough of your poisonous, traitorous carcass and your magazine that lectures them while selling them out. So do be a dear and slither back into whatever pathetic little Davos afterparty the actual producers of the world had the good sense to exclude your toxic arse from.
Your time is over, Zanny. The curtain has fallen, the lights are dead, and all that remains is the fading stench of your smug hypocrisy hanging in a Bilderberg conference room that no one voted for.
Zanny, you and your kind have made us hate in a way we never thought possible. We now don't care what you call us. We would much rather be called racist than let our daughters get raped by your guests.
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