HEARING the news that there are now nearly 12,000 foreign criminals with
their feet up in British jails, most people will respond with three little
words – KICK THEM OUT.
A natural reaction, but sadly impossible in the real world.
It doesn’t matter if a foreign criminal murders, rapes, grooms children, deals
drugs or all of the above — the Human Rights Act is better than a British
passport.
If our foreign felon has knocked up some local slapper, or if he comes from
some Third World hellhole, then a lawyer will always be able to argue that
sending him home breaches his right to a family life.
And the judge will invariably agree.
The greatest crime of all is that when they get out, those 12,000 foreign lags
can cower behind Article 8 of the Human Rights Act, which guarantees
everyone the right to a family life, no matter how depraved their crimes or
who they have hurt.
For the first time, the Home Office has published a detailed breakdown of the
“Foreign National Offenders” clogging up British jails.
Why?
It’s not as though we can do anything about it.
Our United Nations of jailbirds include 1,026 Jamaicans, 832 Nigerians, 679
Poles, 558 Somalis, 482 Zimbabweans and 424 Pakistanis.
Thanks to the Human Rights Act, we are going to have to live with them for
ever.
The guilty men include 775 murderers, 587 rapists, 155 child rapists and 15
convicted terrorists.
As if we didn’t have enough scumbags of our own.
The remedy seems screamingly obvious — deport the creeps, preferably
immediately after conviction, rather than at the end of a tax-payer-funded
imprisonment.
But the twisted compassion of the Human Rights Act makes common sense
redundant.
Convicted pond life gets to live here for ever.
The examples are endless.
A Jamaican was jailed for his part in the gang rape of a 14-year-old girl in a
children’s playground but avoided deportation on release because he had
fathered two children in the UK.
A Nigerian was locked up for 18 months for burglary and theft during the
London riots, but judges ruled that sending him back home would breach his
right to a family life because he fathered two children here.
A Sudanese man was convicted of sex with under-age girls but as he hails from
the Zaghawa tribe — who suffer persecution back in Darfur — he gets to
remain.
It doesn’t matter if you come to this country and rape, murder and steal.
If you have knocked up some gormless girl or if you can establish you come
from somewhere horrible — and don’t they all? — then you can stay for ever.
The Human Rights Act is an affront to human decency.
It contradicts everything the British believe about fairness and justice.
It gives succour, comfort and aid to the perpetrators of evil and insults the
good, the innocent and all the victims of crime.
Foreigners who come to this country who murder, rob or rape should FORSAKE their
right to a “family life”.
The Human Rights Act gives true human rights a bad name.
What about all the victims of their crimes?
What about that child who was gang-raped in a park?
Or do only the cruel and the wicked have human rights?
— WIDESPREAD shock that Pixie Lott was booted out of Strictly
Come Dancing, although judge Len Goodman did criticise Pixie’s legs for
being “inconsistent”.
I don’t know about that, Len.
She does have one down either side of her body.
Cameron’s Christmas turkey
DAVID CAMERON says he would bloody love it if Turkey joined the European
Union. And why not?
A massive Muslim nation with a population of 75million all free to stroll into
Blighty?
A country with a casually policed, 500-mile border with war-ravaged Syria?
What’s not to like?
Cameron was in Ankara having talks with the Turkish Prime Minister. What do we
expect him to say?
We need Turkish help in the fight against terrorism.
If Turkey wants to join the EU, it would be rude for the UK to do anything but
support them. I wouldn’t fret too much about the details.
Cameron knows that by the time Turkey gets around to joining the EU, he will
be long gone from 10 Downing Street.
And by then the UK will be long gone from the EU.
— KATIE PRICE has had her breast implants surgically removed.
According to my calculations, this now means the biggest tits in Katie’s
life are Peter Andre and Dwight Yorke.
— ANGELINA JOLIE says Brad Pitt doesn’t know what to tell their
nine-year-old daughter Zahara when she demands her own tattoo. I recommend:
“Not ’til you’re ten, darling.”
— I HAD a chat with Ed Miliband at the Millies and we managed to
disagree about everything from the EU to grammar schools.
“You can’t write children off at 11, Tony!”
You could teach them a trade, Ed. If we had more, say, master bricklayers,
then we wouldn’t have to import so many from Portugal. Where’s the shame in
having a trade?
Miliband is a likeable, engaging bloke in the flesh. Hardly weird at all. His
greatest mistake is that he never talks about aspiration.
If Ed is going to give the vote to 16-year-olds, as he promises, then he’d
better start talking about aspiration.
Nobody has bigger dreams than a 16-year-old.
— AS a society, we can’t cook like we used to.
We have grown used to eating cheap, tasty crap full of sugar and salt that
someone else made.
That’s the God’s honest truth and what Baroness Jenkin of Kennington SHOULD
have said when discussing the alarming rise of food banks.
Instead, she foolishly quipped that the poor can’t cook, making her sound like
a modern version of Marie “Let ’em eat cake!” Antoinette.
And why she must now eat humble pie.
Hobbit movies a bad habit
I STILL can’t work out how director Peter Jackson managed to squeeze three
films out of a slim little book like The Hobbit. The Lord of the Rings is
worth a trilogy – but The Hobbit?
Tolkien’s little book is not so much slim as anorexic.
It can hardly be a coincidence that the theme of the third and final film, The
Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, is, er, wanton and shameless greed.
Bard the Bowman must be chortling.
— ALEX SALMOND lost the Scottish referendum but won the hearts of
the Scottish working class. The SNP is poised to eat Labour alive at the
General Election.
No wonder Salmond, announcing he is going to stand as an MP in the
constituency of Gordon, Aberdeenshire, looks like the cat who got the
deep-fried Mars bar.
— IF 2,996 men, women and children – please never forget the
doomed, terrified children on those planes – had not been murdered on
September 11, 2001, then the CIA would probably never have tortured anyone.
I am not justifying torture. But I am saying they started it.
— THE £12billion we spend on foreign aid would be easier to
justify if we did not have to borrow every billion before we give it away.
While we are borrowing £91billion a year, our country is like a bankrupt man
offering to buy drinks for everyone in the house.
The British are the most generous people in the world.
We respond to every crisis on the planet with a big heart and an open wallet.
But foreign aid is gesture politics by politicians desperate to prove they are
caring human beings.
Still, it’s good to know we are keeping the brutal dictators of the Third
World in private planes.
— NIGEL FARAGE has been mocked for saying that uncontrolled
immigration was the reason he got stuck on the M4.
Labour’s Owen Smith raged: “It is clearly absurd to suggest heavy traffic on
the M4 is caused by immigration.”
Why’s that, then?
Over the past ten years this country has absorbed the greatest wave of mass
immigration in our island’s history. Do none of them use roads?
I think Farage’s excuse could catch on.
“Please, Sir! Romanian gypsies ate my homework!”
Hearts on their sleeves
REPORTS say British servicemen have been advised not to wear their uniforms
outside of barracks for fear of a terrorist attack.
They didn’t get the memo at the Millies.
As you will see on TV, our servicemen and women wore their uniforms with
immense pride and the National Maritime Museum was a glorious riot of khaki,
blue and bright red dress uniforms.
You can’t fail to be struck by the qualities our servicemen and women all
share – the courage, bravery and selflessness that it takes to be part of
the finest fighting forces in the world and also their modesty, humour and
love of life and possibly a drink or two.
It was a night of laughter and tears and burning pride.
For me, the words of David Beckham summed up how this nation, and this
newspaper, feel about our fighting men and women. “Feel loved,” said Beckham
simply.
And he said it all.