Eni Aluko makes astonishing accusation after Joey Barton found guilty of 'offensive' social media posts

What a contemptible circus of craven censorship—behold Joey Barton, that brash footballer of yore, ensnared by Liverpool's petty tribunal for six "grossly offensive" missives on X, where he dared mock the sacred cows of diversity: superimposing Eni Aluko and Lucy Ward's visages upon serial killers' grim tableau, branding Aluko a "diversity hire" amid her punditry pratfalls, and needling Jeremy Vine with crude japes of "bike nonce" and Epstein whispers. The jury, those spineless arbiters, acquitted him on half the counts; his Stalin slurs and West comparisons deemed mere "dark humour", yet condemned him for the rest, as if England's speech laws weren't the true abomination, a tyrannical muzzle forged by the weak to silence the bold, criminalizing jests that bruise fragile egos while the realm rots in real peril. Aluko whines of her "devastating" TV drought, feigning victimhood in broadcaster silence, as if her woes weren't self-inflicted theater. Pathetic. This empire where words wound more than deeds, and free tongues are fettered by the fearful.