Lloyd Russell-Moyle: Labour's Ginger Bigoted TERF-hating Queer
The true breed of an LGBTQ "ally"
Outside the seaside boundaries of Brighton, the ‘woke’ capital of Great Britain, parliamentary representatives like Lloyd Russell-Moyle are viewed, quite rightly, as the caricatures that he/she/they actually are.
Like all well-versed cowardly men — assuming he wishes to be recognised as one — from the outside he looks rather innocent; pot-bellied like a Penfold character from childhood favourite, Dangermouse, bespectacled with black-rimmed glasses and adorned in a shabby suit with ruffled tie as if his mother had rushedly dressed him that morning.
And so it was yesterday in parliament during an open debate surrounding the Conservative government’s recent (and first ever) intervention to block the Royal Assent of the Scottish National Party’s (SNP) ‘Gender Recognition Act’ (GRA) Reform Bill, which would make it far easier, essentially, for any man or woman (but mostly men) to obtain a ‘Gender Recognition Certificate’ (GRC) that legally recognises someone’s “acquired gender”, as opposed to the sex they were assigned at birth.
In essence, having shot down any reasonable and practical amendments to the bill to keep some safeguarding in place for women and girls when debated north of the border last month, a frenzied Scottish Parliament — led by a woman, Nicola Sturgeon, no less — even opened the door for convicted male sex offenders to ‘self-ID’ as a woman and be moved to women’s prisons and women’s refuges or rape crisis centres.
It was just this concern, also held by the United Nations (UN), that predatory and malevolent men would (of course!) take advantage of such a law to satisfy their own sexual perversions, that led to Conservative MP, Miriam Cates, standing up in the House to support her own government’s intervention:
“Predators will exploit any loophole they can find to get access to children, and that is, I’m afraid, what will happen with this bill. We shouldn’t be asking how easy is it for someone who’s uncomfortable with their sex to obtain a GRC; we should be asking how easy is it for a predator to get access to children?”
Hectored and hurried by her opposing members from SNP, Green Party, Lib-Dem and Labour benches, Cates sensibly resumed before sitting down to take her seat. It was the moment Moyle had been waiting for.
Prompted by ‘madam’ deputy-speaker to follow his rival in rebuttal, up he stepped, like the great Churchillian orator he once thought he was. Like then, now was his time to shine and go to war for Brighton’s entire ‘rainbow community’. He knew they were watching. Be they student or ‘non-binary’, chances are they were the same thing, it didn’t matter, now was the time to fill the hearts of his Brighton Kemptown constituency with pride.
But alas, Pride wasn’t the sin that came forth. Wrath had entered the fray.
With all the charm and class of a furrow-browed, finger-wagging fool, Moyle, unashamedly proud of his behaviour, in fact, so much so that he posted his unhinged diatribe to his own social media channels, took Cates to task for “one of the worst, transphobic, dog-whistle speeches that I have heard in an awful long time”.
To quote Douglas Murray, conversely a class-act of a gay man,
“One oddity of the whole business of trying to hear dog-whistles is very basic: if you can hear the whistle, you must surely be the dog.”
Indeed, one must begin to ask:
Why would Moyle so vehemently attack the argument that this new law would undeniably give to sexual deviants to legally enter women’s and children’s spaces?
Is there something more to this childless gay man than meets the eye?
Well, yes, actually.
During a debate back in June 2022, ironically moved by Cates, herself, the House discussed what the future of ‘sex education’ in schools should look like. Often picking apart unsuitable materials or language currently shared in schools for certain age groups, in addition to the clear indoctrination of children where transgenderism, ‘gender-identity’ or any other ‘LGBTQ issues’ are concerned, the measured and rational tone suddenly deviated as Moyle shared an experience of his own:
He ends, “…the principle of learning about things before people are legally able to do them but when they are physically able to engage in them, which 15-year-olds are, I am afraid, could have been lifesaving.”
His 15-year-old second cousin.
I need not remind anyone, of course, but 15-years of age is still under the age of sexual consent, and legally, you are, regardless of your post-pubescent status, still absolutely regarded as a bonafide child.
Nevertheless, through his odd brand of logic, in the beady-eyes of Moyle, if he had his way, all teenagers of the same age, or perhaps even younger — not his, but other people’s children — should be taught how to safely auto-asphyxiate themselves to ‘help’ prevent any future underage sexual tragedies.
Personally, I was happy playing football after school every day, but hey, living ain’t living if one hasn’t purposely restricted their own oxygen supply for the means of erotic arousal by the age of 16.
Maybe this perverse view of children, where age shouldn’t be the driving factor regarding sexual experience, but instead when they are “physically able to engage” with their surroundings, or others, as opposed to what their immature and naive brains can process (or should be allowed to process), provides sure evidence now of Moyle’s complete disregard for female and child safety when it comes to any potential and obvious harm they will face if the inaction of the GRA Bill were to go ahead.
One can hear him now,
‘Well the victim wasn’t a pre-pubescent teenager, she’s at least five-feet, five-inches tall, perhaps they should have better fought off the man dressed in drag! Better still, perhaps she should have been taught self-defence!’
— The future Lloyd Russell-Moyle
Sadly, such is the pathetic state of Britain, today, precisely because of low-grade politicians like Moyle, many mothers and fathers likely already have.
Here we are, after all, in the 21st-century, in the Motherland of all parliamentary democracies, genuinely discussing the prospect of male rapists and murderers, of which there are many walking the streets to choose, being legally — legally — allowed to walk into any public female changing room, bathroom (the one’s that still exist), or worse, women’s refuge: these are women having already been beaten, battered or raped at the bare hands of bulldozing brutal men.
For all the ‘kinder politics’ claptrap we hear from so-called left-wing ‘progressives’, particularly men, be under no illusions that deep down, their hatred for women knows no bounds.
So weak in mind and body are they, in fact, that they can’t even bring themselves to apologise for their own angry, misogynistic and emotionally-charged reactions, putting, as Moyle later revealed, all the above down to simple “passion”, instead.
Bare bones apologies toward women, however, are also a running theme of Moyle’s personal conduct, when in July 2020 he blamed a “campaign by the right-wing media” for forcing him to quit the then-Labour front bench after accusing outspoken anti-GRC critic, JK Rowling, of “using her own sexual assault as justification” to raise concerns over rights for people who are transgender.
Victim-blaming, it appears, a blatant strategy of Moyle’s to silence any ideological critiques that may boil his blood, not least, in this case, to choke the living hell out of any ‘trans rights’ dissent. Actually, his vitriol for such dissent runs so deep, that much of it clearly rubbed off on his ‘Head of Policy’ female aide, whose own unbridled rage amounted to calling a father and his baby both “fascists” for daring to attend a Let Women Speak women’s rights protest in Brighton last year.
The rainbow flag, lest we forget, now almost exclusively hijacked by the pink and blue horizontal stripes of the ‘Ts’, along with sex-fetish and kink-ridden men, very much represents the altar to which we must all be slowly sacrificed. You know, for all those ‘rights’ that men don’t currently have…
And consent, as we have established, to Moyle at least, means not a fig.
Beware the flappable sinewed sinisterness of the standing in solidarity ‘liberal’.
They are the embodiment of male misogyny in its truest shadowy form.
I love the opening statement - perfect description.