Gunboats are the humanitarian answer to Libya’s refugee crisis

There are two ways to solve this migrant crisis. Either we must let them all in, or we must stop them from attempting the journey

More than a thousand migrants have died attempting to get into Europe over the past week, including 900 who perished horribly, trapped in the hold of a Tunisian ship near the Libyan coast. Many thousands have died before and many thousands will die in the near future attempting the same venture unless we in Europe change our policies. Everybody is agreed that something has to be done.

For the liberal left, the answer is to sack Katie Hopkins, a fellow columnist of mine at the Sun. Not just sack her but also prosecute her and prosecute the editor of the Sun. More than 200,000 people have signed a petition got up by someone called Izzy Saunders demanding her removal from the paper because she wrote something with which they disagreed. Hopkins had written an article saying that we shouldn’t let the migrants in, that she felt no pity for them and that they were ‘cockroaches’. Seeing the news reports about the 900 dead, then, the liberal left did not send money or aid, or get up a petition to demand action to save the lives of future migrants: its response was to salve its own conscience by trying to destroy the career of someone it disagreed with.

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  • Waffle

    This song seems appropriate:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DwJvUkJzIk

    English lyrics:
    Alone I go with my sorrow
    Alone goes my sentence
    To run is my destiny
    To escape the law
    Lost in the heart of the great Babylon
    They call me
    Clandestine
    For not having any papers

    To a city of the north
    I went to work
    I left my life
    Between Ceuta and
    Gibraltar
    I’m a line in the sea
    A ghost in the city
    My life is forbidden
    So says the authority

    Alone I go with my sorrow
    Alone goes my sentence
    To run is my destiny
    For having no papers
    Lost
    In the heart
    Of the great Babylon
    They call me clandestine
    I’m the lawbreaker
    Mano negra clandestine
    Peruan clandestine
    African clandestine
    Marihuana illegal

    Alone I go with my sorrow
    Alone
    Goes my sentence
    To run is my destiny
    To escape the law
    Lost in the heart of the great Babylon
    They call me
    Clandestine
    For not having any papers

  • Sharkibark

    The only humane solution is to put them on OUR ships, feed them, give them first aid if necessary, and safe passage back to their own shores. The message will quickly spread that making the dangerous journey is futile.

  • Hard Little Machine

    Send every single one to Sweden and Norway. Every last one.