Well, well, Ed, you sanctimonious cunt, it seems you've stumbled into a rancid cesspool of your own making with this sanctimonious drivel about Elon Musk "poisoning" our politics.
Your pompous arse is clutching at straws, peddling this preposterous narrative like some self-righteous prig, all while ignoring the festering hypocrisy oozing from your own sordid history.
The Sky News investigation you’re wanking over...claiming X’s algorithm shoves right-wing content down our throats smacks of intellectual masturbation, a flimsy house of cards built on cherry-picked data from a measly nine accounts.
Utter bollocks! A 2023 Journal of Computational Social Science study dismantles your drivel, showing algorithms merely amplify what users engage with, not some grand conspiracy orchestrated by Musk’s Machiavellian mind.
You’re not exposing a threat; you’re spewing a load of codswallop to justify your hard-on for censorship.
Let’s not mince words, you insufferable git...your past reeks of complicity. As a minister during the Post Office Horizon scandal, you turned a blind eye to Alan Bates’ pleas, letting 900+ operators rot under wrongful convictions from that shambolic IT system.
The 2024 Guardian exposé laid bare your belated apology, a pathetic mea culpa after the damage was done, with lives shattered and 13 suicides on your watch. Yet here you are, pontificating about democracy’s sanctity, you hypocritical knob-end, while lusting to silence voices that dare defy your brittle orthodoxy.
Your call for government intervention is a vile, venomous lunge at free expression, a desperate grasp to muzzle the unvarnished truth spilling forth on X.
The "Unite the Kingdom" rally with its 110,000 attendees, proves the silent majority’s roar...something your censorious cabal can’t stomach.
We’re done with your tyrannical twaddle, Ed. You and your ilk will never shackle us again with your cancel-culture claptrap.
So take your pompous arse, fuck off to the farthest reaches of irrelevance, and choke on the bitter pill of your own irredeemable arrogance. The truth will out, you odious wretch, and no amount of your sanctimonious sputum will stifle it.