Richard Pantis

@dickpantis.bsky.social

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Journalist | Think Tank CEO | "Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers." - Voltaire

Wes Streeting meets with nurses supported by Christian Legal Centre and said he is 'committed to the belief that sex is biological being reflected in the day-to-day running of the NHS under his watch'
Mark Thartley raising glass
Big bag of pants
Pantis Prize: denied.
Keir Starmer on the mic.
Zack Polanski's bins with CB ready meal inside.
Zack in his chamber
Suicide of a marriage: how matt goodwin used ai to cheat on his wife by richard pantis
Marianna Spring: Your post has been fact checked and has been found to be fake news.
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Mock tudor building that's also a Turkish barber
Omid drinking from cup
Infrared image of Zack's home.
Graham Linehan with cum on his top in the toilets.
Thomas Skinner with his cock out on the tube.
Goosebumps on an arm
Open AI: why ai won't take my job. The technology is no match for felt eexperience in the real world by me, Richard Pantis.
Gram with his big sweaty red head.
Toilet cubical with "shit" smeared in shit on the wall and a chocolate ring around the sea.
It was, by all reasonable accounts, a line so mild it ought to have evaporated on delivery; an administrative quip about beds, hotel reservations, the clerical minutiae of conference life. Yet when Sir Keir, with that faintly episcopal gravity of his, raised an eyebrow and said, “They told me it was a double, but I booked a king size,” the room detonated. Applause, laughter, the full animal roar of relief. In that moment, he was less the lawyer-lab technician of Labour, less the dutiful scourer of footnotes, and more—astonishingly—something like a comic. The applause was thunderous not because the line was funny (it wasn’t, not really), but because it was him, Keir, showing he could land a punchline, showing he could inhabit the body of a man who could lead not just by argument but by timing, by wit. He stood there in the afterglow, a hero of hotel-room humour, while the party faithful shook with joy at the miracle: their leader had joked, and he had landed it.
Cover for The Competence Trick by Richard Pantis.
There’s a kind of English elegance in his restraint. A QC’s mind, a football manager’s patience, a civil servant’s allergy to melodrama. You can practically hear the nation sighing, relieved to have someone who knows where the stapler is, who can speak in sentences that don’t self-detonate halfway through. Starmer is not thrilling. Thank God. Thrills in politics are always preludes to hangovers. What he offers is better: the grainy dignity of getting on with it, of remembering the point of the whole enterprise, that government is not performance art, but administration. In this Age of the Clown, Starmer is the straight man. And that, right now, is greatness enough.
Tiny Tommy Robinson with cat
Peter Cardwell @petercardwell · 20h Factually, kneecapping someone who is under 18, which the IRA and other terrorists have done frequently, is a form of child abuse. Kneecap are named after something which has been used as a form of child abuse. Quote Dr. Tomato @DocTomato · 20h Replying to @petercardwell and @TalkTV lol "child abuse"? The fuck you even talking about.
Open wheelie bin full of rubbish
Beth Rigby tweet reading: This interview with @TomBaldwin66 draws out the private Starmer that those of us who follow him about and see when the camera isn’t rolling & he’s not in public view. He is, of all the PMs I have covered the most ‘ordinary’ and down-to-earth & yet the public perception of him is often that he’s posh, lofty, out of touch. I think one of the most revealing segments about Starmer is that he delayed his family holiday - his first in a year after that mad election period & early days of govt - to go to to Leeds clean out his brother Nick’s home after he died from cancer, throwing away the rotting food from the fridge, picking up dirty clothes and cleaning out the bath & loo. Why didn’t he get a cleaner in? “I didn’t want anyone else there. He was my brother – I didn’t want to let him down.”
Benny Butterworth looking normal
Thermal image of a rocket in a living room
Tom Skinner drinking a Stella and saying "Morning, noon and bloody night. I'm always grafting, selling me pillows."
Mirror article about Liverpool parade crash suspect: married businessman and father of three.
Certificate for the Pantis Prize
Me looking in some bins.
Pippa Crerar tweet claiming that Labour could lose more seats to left wing voters defecting.
PC monitor with Shrek on it.
Jim Davidson with the word "brown" on screen.
Nick Tyrone @NicholasTyrone This is what everyone around the world is just waiting to say now: Donald Trump is a total fucking retard. We all know it now, let’s just say it out loud. Right and left, we can all join in.
Tom Baldwin's Sir Keir bio.
Boris Puppet shushing Matt Forde.
Wes Streeting depicted as Superman with a big moon head.