Sunday, 30 August 2026
The Great Debate - Candace Owens vs Andrew Wilson (TPUSA)
Andrew Wilson on behalf of TPUSA paid serious money to debate Candace Owens over whether Tyler Robinson shot Charlie Kirk or was installed as a patsy. What we got was three-plus hours of two people talking past each other in structurally different languages.
Wilson ran the classic inductive package. Surveillance images, DNA/prints, texts, timeline, the whole stack. He treated each piece as mutually reinforcing. The photographs identify Robinson, the physical evidence links him to the rifle, the messages show motive or confession, and the accumulation becomes “overwhelming.” The problem is that he never seriously internalised the possibility that the *entire stack* could be fabricated or curated by a multi-player entity — call it the deep state, the apparatus, whatever label you prefer. Once you grant that possibility, the cumulative effect evaporates. A useless or misidentified photograph does not become stronger because it is placed next to a degraded print and a contested text. It just sits there looking like another planted prop. Wilson kept treating the evidence as if it existed in a clean epistemic vacuum rather than inside a system capable of manufacturing narratives. That is the blind spot he never closed.
Candace, for her part, was stymied by the classic burden of proving a negative. Showing that the state’s identification is shaky, that the timeline is absurd, or that key pieces are degraded is relatively straightforward. Turning those holes into *affirmative proof* that Robinson was deliberately framed as the shooter is a much heavier lift. You cannot simply exhaust every alternative and declare victory. Absence of clean evidence is not the same as evidence of a frame-up. She spent most of the night in the first mode while claiming the second, which left her open to the charge that she was arguing reasonable doubt while advertising “overwhelming evidence of patsy.” That structural gap is real.
And yet the debate was won on a different axis entirely.
Wilson kept calling the case against Robinson overwhelming. When pressed on probability he landed somewhere in the 75–85% range. That is not overwhelming. That is “pretty likely, but I wouldn’t bet the house.” Then Candace asked him to name the actual charges. He could not. The man defending the “overwhelming” state case against Tyler Robinson could not list the seven counts. She rattled them off from memory. Aggravated murder, felony discharge of a weapon, obstruction, witness tampering, violence in the presence of a minor — the full slate. He sat there unable to name one while simultaneously claiming the evidence package was decisive.
That moment was fatal. You cannot credibly police someone else’s theory of the case when you do not even know what the formal accusations are. The combination of inflated language (“overwhelming”), a non-overwhelming probability estimate, and basic ignorance of the charging document collapsed the posture. Candace did not need to prove the deep-state frame-up in that instant. She only needed to show that the man selling certainty had not done the homework.
The rest of the night was secondary. Wilson never absorbed that his inductive chain lives or dies on the assumption that the evidence was not manufactured. Candace never fully escaped the difficulty of proving a negative. But the optics, the preparation gap, and the direct hit on the charges decided it for her.
Saturday, 29 August 2026
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Friday, 21 August 2026
West Germany to Malta - 1973
From left that's my Uncle Johnny, my late Mother and Uncle Tano in Hamrun Malta on the feast of San Gejtanu 1973.
Thursday, 20 August 2026
Stats
I'm trying to recall from memory but I'm sure the Seychelles total population is around 40K. So the traffic statistics don't make sense. It's probably better this way. Not knowing that is.
Saturday, 15 August 2026
Friday, 14 August 2026
Thursday, 13 August 2026
Friday, 7 August 2026
Germany to Malta 1973 & The San Gejtanu feast in Hamrun
I've been digitizing my father's 8MM cine films. It starts on a southern German autobahn somewhere between “still in Bavaria” and “we’re definitely going south now”. The car is a proper 70s Ford Estate, the road is empty by modern standards, and everyone looks quietly thrilled to be escaping the grey.
Then the Brenner Pass. Mountains, hairpins, that peculiar Alpine light that makes everything look like a postcard someone left in the sun too long. Italy arrives without ceremony — just the sudden switch to autostrada, faster traffic, and the sense that the holiday has properly begun.
Malta. White light, dusty roads, the ferry, the first proper heat. And then, by pure accident of digitising these reels today, 7 August, we land slap in the middle of the San Gejtanu feast in Ħamrun which is today. Bunting, fireworks, the whole village out, the band, the statue, the noise. Fifty-three years later and the feast is still happening on the same date. Some things refuse to change.
After the noise and the crowds, the film cuts to Golden Sands. Proper beach day. Sea the colour of a 1970s travel brochure, kids running about, adults pretending they’re not knackered from the drive. Classic end-of-journey reset.
Whole thing is maybe fifteen minutes of silent 8mm memory. No commentary needed. The pictures do the talking, and they still talk perfectly well.
Thursday, 6 August 2026
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