Compassionate? Leave!

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I wonder if there are any more nails left to drive into the Government's coffin, in what sometimes seems to be the most protracted political suicide attempt in history. What the Home Office is up to on the migrant front is anyone's guess. What is the point of what is a claimed £120M 'trial' that in scope amounts to Rwandan facilities apparently capable of housing a mere 100 individuals and with an annual 'processing' capacity of some 500? [source: BBC] 

Considering that nearly 29,000 people crossed the Channel last year and that a significant number of those will have fallen into the category defined by the new bill - should it get through Parliament - one wonders exactly how this monumentally Byzantine scheme will help anything or anybody in any way, shape or form. Doris claimed in his speech this morning that the introduction of this new legislation would "...disrupt the business model [of people smugglers]...", a wildly optimistic and logically flawed statement to rival his most histrionic pronouncements to date.

We were pondering this morning, as Pooh rambled on about GB being the most welcoming country in Europe (Poland, anyone?), citing Patel, Raab and even his own family's immigrant origins as proof positive of the fact, and even having the gall to mention Windrush in the same breath; whether this latest scam is simply some twisted sociopathic way to claw back his faltering Red Wall votes, or yet another scheme to line the pockets of private companies and individuals in favour with the Government - as always, look to the money for motive.

At any other time in history, a Government that has disported itself like this lot - there hasn't been a month in two years in which the Bear has not made a major gaffe of some sort and then proceeded to walk away from the wreckage on to the next one - would have been kicked out on its collective arse. Surely we must be approaching saturation and a tipping point beyond which he has no escape route left open. Maybe we could ship the lot of them off to Rwanda? Although I somehow think that they'd get turned away at the border, as unneeded and unwanted as they are here...

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