The world’s lenses and laptop aims have long ago veered away from the open sore of Sangatte, where the so-called Asylum-seekers knew that they were just short of the promised land. London; where they would be given housing, money, washing machines and State largesse, all by stating, once they crawled out of the truck or container, that they were scared of persecution where they had come from. No matter that they had usually paid large sums of cash to be brought to the very tip of Europe, all certain that once they reached Xanadu, all would be well, because the softest touch in the world was governing some twenty miles away from Sangatte!
Remember when Sarko’ said that Sangatte One would be closed? Remember how the poison souring Brit-French would be cleared?
Well now that a charity has succefully gained authorisation for the building of Sangatte Three, and thousands of scum have once more commenced congregating near to the entry to ‘Paradise’, or Brixton, whichever is nearer, what should be done about this cancer caused by this silly, stupid, inefectual, Labour Government who has presided over the farce which is the Immigration Reality of Britain?