QUENTIN LETTS: The pro-trans force bore down on Albert Dock
QUENTIN LETTS: Ululating furiously, the pro-trans force bore down on Albert Dock – it was a sight to chill the liver
While driving, I came across the location of the Battle of Shrewsbury, where Henry IV clashed with Harry Hotspur in 1403. However, in Liverpool yesterday, a more intense altercation occurred outside the Labour conference. Even someone like H Bolingbroke would have thought twice before getting involved in this brawl.
The Battle of Albert Dock kicked off when law-abiding feminists gathered to protest against Keir Starmer’s ambiguity on the great issue of our day: Can a woman have a whatnot?
Sir Keir’s dithering has been like that of an England batsman involved in a run-out. ‘Yes, no – sorry.’
Posie Parker, a platinum blonde of short stature, was the leader of the feminists.
Pictured, Posie Parker speaks on the Royal Dock during the Labour Party Conference
It was a sight to chill the liver and shrivel the giblets, if you have any. It’s fine if you don’t. Pictured: Trans and women’s rights protesters
She donned a lively pink suit and was beginning to embrace her mission, passionately proclaiming ‘allow women to have a voice’, when an unfriendly presence emerged on the horizon.
In the 1964 film Zulu, the color-sergeant didn’t explicitly state: ‘There are thousands of transgender activists, sir.’
If you possess any giblets, the sight was enough to make your liver feel cold and your giblets shrink. However, it’s alright if you do not have any.
This column is fashionably non-binary. But the pro-trans force that bore down on Albert Dock, shaking placards and ululating furiously, was something to behold. Several had badges from the Usdaw trade union.
Almost everyone wore masks. The majority of these masks were blue, representing the jobs during the Covid era. However, a small number of organizers opted for black masks, paired with black trousers and black T-shirts.
A spectator proposed that these ominous individuals belonged to Antifa, a group opposing fascism.
Ms. Parker was speaking into her microphone, expressing that women feel endangered by transgender extremists.
The trans lot countered this suggestion by surrounding the small knot of feminists and screaming at them violently for more than an hour.
The speaker who came after pink Posie was extremely nervous, making the situation quite unpleasant.
Who could blame her? ‘Fascist scum off our streets!’ screamed the trans troops, within a foot or two of the feminists’ heads. Other chants were unrepeatable.
Ms. Parker’s troops attempted to express the phrase “Let women spe…”.
Their words were lost in the volley of filth from the trans rights brigade, who were generally younger and, if they will forgive me, a good deal more masculine.
Two were well over six foot, with broad shoulders and burly corporations, one in a red bandana, the other with a Jimmy Savile hairdo.
In the past, they would have fit in perfectly on ITV’s Saturday afternoon wrestling show.
The signs they carried were made by themselves, to the point where one was difficult to understand due to its incorrect spelling.
The owner of a cardboard sign mistakenly had it displayed in reverse, reading ‘microwave oven’.
The other side said ‘Rishi Sunak Is A Ratface ****’ (my asterisks).
The Battle of Albert Dock kicked off when law-abiding feminists gathered to protest against Keir Starmer ‘s ambiguity on the great issue of our day: Can a woman have a whatnot?
The supportive group of mothers and aunties who were standing with Posie Parker attempted to express their thoughts, but the trans community responded with derogatory remarks.
I engaged in conversation with one of the intruders. She was a large individual from Bristol, wearing a revealing sleeveless top and had approximately two damaged teeth in the upper jaw.
Robbie, responding to his name, explained, “Avoid delving into the depths of those who promote fear.”
Ms. Parker has allegedly caused her own troubles by engaging with Right-wing media platforms, according to a pale punk rocker who has an extensive collection of metal piercings in her nose.
I couldn’t bring myself to inform Comrade Chrome-Nose that I wrote for the Mail. Another person shouted “Queer solidarity!” in my ear.
Navigating through the crowd, which included impatient individuals interacting with the police, I successfully reached the area where the feminists were positioned behind the barricades.
Karen Beck, a 53-year-old NHS worker, expressed the distress felt by the women who were longing for the restoration of their toilets and personal areas. She emphasized that unless Keir Starmer clarifies his definition of a woman, he will not receive any support from them.
Meanwhile, in the conference area nearby, Peter Mandelson granted a pleasant interview to the BBC, while a party representative named Harry Donaldson reassured attendees by stating that “everyone deserves to live without being subjected to mistreatment.”
