UK immigration death sentences - targets over policy, compassion, thought, and common sence

I have always though and believed that the UK was a fair and open minded society, but I am out raged at the actions of our Labour government.

When I lived in Kent, I knew what the immigration problem was - all I needed to do was to drive to Dover from Tunbridge Wells (optionally take a Shuttle to Calais), and count the number of people trying to break into my car, or act like rabbits in front of it for a lift to London. The other option when working in Croydon was to take lunch in the High Street (where the main appeals office for UK Immigration is), and see how many times you were asked for directions. Summary: I knew there was an immigration problem before the Government announced there was one.

The outrage of the public came when the volume of these economic migrants were exposed by the Daily Mail amongst others - bastions of the middle classes. So suddenly echo's of Michael Howard-esque policy came thundering from the Home Office, as migrants were viciously pursued and sent home - firstly with large lumps of cash on BA airplanes, now with an appropriate amount of cash on a charter jet.

However, the problem of this target driven system is - it forgets the humanitarian clause, which all countries who are members of the UN sign into. I guess in the case of this lady who was suffering from cancer, that because it was only a local campaign "fair care" means dumping you in a place with no care; where as the case for this young man who is also most likely condemned to a death sentence, is worthy of Home Secretary review.

I can't see that personally either case is deserving of a target driven death sentence on behalf of my country - but apparently, policy is driven by the media and the Government have lost it in their targets.

Please don't ask me why I can't vote Labour at the next election - I don't have pockets financially deep enough to afford the moral and humanitarian cost of them any more

Suicide is not painless

I recently re-read the sad story of Joanne Coombs, 40, who was reportedly found dead at Manningtree, Essex - one month after her daughter Natasha's body had been found on the same spot.

Natasha was a bright 17 year old, who died a month after splitting up with her boyfriend, in strange circumstances which Essex Police are still investigating.

But this blog is not about the death of Natasha - its about the subject of suicide. Many contemplate suicide, and many more mention it during rows with loved ones, or think about it during personal low periods. Well, here's a few thoughts from someone who has had to clear up after a suicide.......

You may think its hopeless: the reality is, if you ask for help, there is a lot available - honestly, a whole lot more than you believe or could contemplate, even from the people you may be presently assuming you are in dispute with. Just ask someone for help - or call the Samaritans - 08457 90 90 90

You may think you have no one to turn to: the saddest funerals to attend are those of people who have committed suicide. Firstly they are always the best attended, no one does much more than cry (Yes, even 24stone prop's who are policeman during the day), sing poorly (the priest is normally the loudest singer), state how much they were loved, ask themselves why they didn't come to them and ask for help, eat nothing and drink only water

However, the worst piece is going into their lives afterwards - yes, even after the authorities have taken the body away, often after the funeral. It is always clear that the situation has been building up for a while - a whole series of little issues with lots of "I can't ask for help" decisions, when a request would have been warmly met.

Today is the anniversary of me clearing up the suicide of a business friend. Typically, he planned it down to the last detail, even removing the front door key from his wife's keyring when she left for work that day. Unfortunately he forgot about the spare key held with the neighbour.

If ever you do get beyond throwing out such words, then think about this - you don't take away the pain from others, you just multiply it on those who love you the most, and would do anything to help you. All you have to do is ask.

May God Bless All!