In recent weeks I've come to like the cut of this lady's jib:
I've received some questions about what we mean, in our National Security Strategy, when we invoke "civilizational" concerns. So I'm tweeting a relevant news item. https://t.co/kHiP8ByMln
— Under Secretary of State Sarah B. Rogers (@UnderSecPD) January 9, 2026
She's right. The "relevant news item" refers to a Metropolitan Police constable called Cliff Mitchell. For non-British readers, the Met is the prototype constabulary of the modern world - the one that invented what we understand as policing in a free society. Alas, Mr Mitchell's job application to the force had originally been rejected on the grounds of domestic abuse and allegations of raping a child. However, a "vetting panel" of senior officers overturned the rejection because they needed to meet the corrupt Dame Cressida Dick's forty per cent "diversity" targets. So they welcomed him on board, and, as a London police constable, Mr Mitchell carried out a so-called "campaign of rape" against a woman and a girl under the age of thirteen. To be fair to Scotland Yard hiring practices, Cliff Mitchell is a serial rapist in or out of uniform: having been convicted of ten counts of rape including three of children, he is now serving a "life sentence" - ie, six months less than you'll get for tweeting about it.
And yet Cressida Dick, the first lesbian Commissioner of the Met, was happy to hire a bloke under investigation for child rape in order to meet her absurd and arbitrary "diversity" goals. Dame Cressida's targets might help explain the prevalence of rapists among the general constabulary and why paedo rape-gangs pick up their victims from the lobby of the police station.
It is good to see the admirable Under-Secretary Rogers taking notice of this. Certainly, Cressida Dick should join the EU's Thierry Breton in what I hope will be a massively expanded State Department expanded visa-ineligibility programme. Following my sudden if ill-fated return to UK media, it took me a while to grasp that every organ of the British state - including some of the most famous institutions on the planet: Scotland Yard, the BBC, Buckingham Palace - has been captured by the enemies of England. I see today that the Beeb website has belatedly introduced a "live" feed for breaking news from Iran. Usually - as with, say, the New Year bar fire in the Swiss Alps - this is done within hours, if not minutes, so that people can follow a fast-developing story in more or less real time. But Iran burned and the corpse count climbed into four figures and, for the best part of a week, the Corporation's dirty stinkin' rotten corrupt news department somehow neglected to accord the story any greater worth than one or two reports a day. When Iran finally made BBC TV's flagship evening news on Friday, the incoherent report had evidently been going back and forth between senior editors right up to air time, so that it wound up being broadcast full of re-takes and off-camera asides:
Issues began after Hawley said: 'What started in late December as an economic protest has quickly spiralled into a major political and security challenge.'
She then immediately is heard to say: 'Sorry, I'll take that again,' all while images of protests, burning vehicles and damaged ATMs continue to roll.
Hawley then repeats her line about economic protests turning political, before she is heard musing to herself: 'And then one more little bit...'
But beyond the most lavishly funded global news brand's technical incompetence was the Corporation's overall framing, which would not have unduly discombobulated the Supreme Leader himself. You'll recall that earlier this year the BBC upheld a complaint against one of its better newsreaders, Martine Croxall, after she was startled to find the phrase "pregnant people" in her autocue script and altered it, with some restrained but visible exasperation, to "women". We know that, on this issue, the Beeb is full-on trannyphiliac, and its coverage is designed to nullify the recent Supreme Court judgment purportedly restoring the bioligical definition of sex. We know that similar partisanship dominates its coverage of "climate change" and "Palestine". But the last week of Iran "coverage" is like the last decade of rape-gang "coverage": if it's not helpful to the narrative, best not to mention it.
What's in store for Iran, who can say? What's in store for England, well, that's also uncertain, except to say that, for you and your daughters, there will definitely be a lot more rape - because the British state is in on it:
The government and police are complicit in the mass rape of girls by the Pakistani Muslim paedophile rape gangs. pic.twitter.com/NkXoQdiDz4
— Kellie-Jay Keen (@ThePosieParker) December 27, 2025
Did you catch that? A 2008 memorandum from the UK Home Office to every constabulary:
As far as these young girls who are being exploited in towns and cities, we believe that they have made an informed choice about their sexual behaviour, and therefore it is not for you police officers to get involved in.
Maggie Oliver alluded to this memo on a 2022 Mark Steyn Show, but another four years have drifted by...
In 2008 my friend Samantha Smith was six years old, and just beginning her decade of abuse and torment. But what's the big deal? The British state's position is, if Sir Keir Starmer can make an "informed choice" about the extensive range of Ukrainian rent boys available in London, so can six-year-old girls about the more limited options available in the woeful provinces.
England is degenerating day on day. I'd say more, but that's the doorbell. Probably that nice Constable McRapey wants to have a friendly word with me about an intemperate tweet...
~We had a very busy weekend at SteynOnline, starting on Friday with our observances upon the fifth anniversary of Kathy Shaidle's death. My Saturday column offered some thoughts on Minnesota, the UK and Iran, and our weekend music show celebrated truckers, miners and swingers. Rick McGinnis's Saturday movie date was a Kathy Shaidle favourite, All About Eve, and Sunday brought Part Nineteen of our special twentieth-anniversary audio serialisation of my highly prescient demographic bestseller, America Alone. Our Song of the Week was Side One Track One of a classic album, and our marquee presentation was an unusually timely edition of Steyn's Sunday Poem.
If you were too busy this weekend taking a late motel booking from Ayatollah Khamenei, we hope you'll want to check out one or three of the foregoing as a new week begins.
