13-05-2025
Nigel Farage's war on the Left-wing teaching unions can't start soon enough
Last month Nigel Farage promised that, if he becomes PM, he'll 'go to war' with the National Education Union. Well, it's high time someone did. The NEU may well be the most foamingly Left-wing trade union in Britain. For the latest proof, see its response to the astonishing revelation from the Supreme Court that women are not male.
On Saturday the NEU declared that, regardless of the above ruling, trans women (who are male) must still be allowed to use women's loos in schools. Daniel Kebede, the union's general secretary, thundered: 'A toxic climate has been created in which trans people, a small community, are treated as if they are a risk or threat to others.'
It truly is remarkable that, even after all these years, progressives like him still don't grasp why female-only spaces are needed. But perhaps we should try to explain it to them, just one more time.
The problem is not that trans women themselves are necessarily 'a risk or threat'. The problem is that, if you allow trans women to enter women's spaces, men who actually are 'a risk or threat' will take advantage. All these men need to do is to claim that they too are trans women, and hey presto – they can waltz straight into the women's loos or changing rooms. And women can't object. Because, if they did, they'd be accused of transphobia, and punished accordingly. The only way to keep such men out, therefore, is to bar all males, irrespective of how they say they identify.
I really don't think the above point is difficult to understand. Yet it must be, because so many educated people – even teachers – seem incapable of getting their heads round it.
At the NEU's recent annual conference, incidentally, its delegates labelled Reform as 'a racist and far-Right party'. But that's not how Reform describes itself. Surely the NEU should respect Reform's identity.
Poirot and the Mystery of the Very Brexity Things
Scene: an English country house. The brilliant Belgian detective Hercule Poirot has gathered all the suspects into the drawing room.
Poirot: 'Ladies and gentlemen, I do not mind admitting to you that this has been one of the most difficult cases that I have ever investigated. It tested my little grey cells to the very limit. But I can now reveal which of you is the murderer. It is none other than… the Reverend Honeysuckle!'
Everyone gasps.
Random posh man: 'The vicar? But it can't be!'
Random posh woman: 'The Reverend Honeysuckle would never dream of doing something so awful! He is an unimpeachable pillar of our local community!'
Rev Honeysuckle: 'No, no, my dear. I'm afraid that what Monsieur Poirot says is correct. I did indeed murder the dowager countess with a badminton racquet in the library last Saturday afternoon while everyone else was attending the village fete. But tell me, Monsieur Poirot: how on earth did you work out that it was me?'
Poirot: 'You did very well to cover your tracks, monsieur vicar. Unfortunately for you, however, your guilt was given away by a single telltale clue.'
Rev Honeysuckle: 'What in heaven's name was it?'
Poirot: 'On your bookshelves, I discovered the latest bestseller by Douglas Murray!'
Everyone gasps again.
Poirot: 'And not only that. I also found that you possess several back issues of the Spectator magazine, a eurosceptic history of Britain's entry into the Common Market, and numerous other reading materials that my good friend Hastings has so appositely described as 'very Brexity things'. As soon as I stumbled upon this incriminating evidence, I knew at once that their owner must be a monster of moral depravity, with a mind hell-bent upon perpetrating acts of the most appalling evil.'
Rev Honeysuckle [bursting into tears of shame]: 'Yes, yes! It's all true! I am a monster! I believe that net immigration of almost one million people a year is unsustainable! I think there should be a full national inquiry into the grooming gangs! And I still haven't watched a single episode of Adolescence!'
Yet more gasps. Sounds of retching. A maid faints on to a chaise longue.
Poirot: 'Inspector Japp, instruct your officers to take this man away – before we are subjected to any more of his sickening dog whistles.'
Inspector Japp: 'Well, it seems that congratulations are in order once again, Monsieur Poirot. All I can say is, I can't believe my men overlooked all that evidence when they were searching the villain's property. They're normally very good at spotting that sort of thing.'
