I like children as much as the next man, which is to say not very much. I used to like them, when I was younger, now they irritate me, either attention deficient sugar monsters or ghastly, hot-housed four-year olds whining about their future careers, aping the parents who narcissistically robbed their kids of another, different personality, just to hear their own considered, balanced and informed voices wittering back at them, waving away, LuvUlots, LuvUmore, from Incest's dark carousel. LuvEm2BitsMe, my kids, DoEnnyfin4Em.
Doesn't matter, I would still run into a burning building or forfeit a seat in the lifeboat because that's the way of it, women and children first, that must be the way of it, Nature's plan for herself making self-sacrificing moralists of us. Well, I would do those things although I don't suppose the Queen would, or the prime minister or the generals or the prelates or the financiers, all of whom are worth more to us than any mumber of citizen-suspects of whatever age.
These three thousand parentless, refugee children, what are we to make of their plight? We must assume that they are being fed, clothed, warmed and doctored wherever they are now as well as they might be in the UK, we must also asume that they are not in a war zone; what is the need, therefore, for their resettlement here? Is it the case that such children must be shared-out, equally, between member states of the EU, in order to underscore the fraternity of the Project, and if so, why, considering that another journey, into another country and another language and another school and another set of make-believe parents can only unsettle and damage them further?
I am mystified as to how so many have arrived unaccompanied, have all the parents been drowned in the Med or killed by Basher Assad? Are they three thousand individual kids or parentless families.? If they are single children, temporarily separated from their parents, then better to leave them where they are, where they might the quicker become reunited. Bringing them here will make that harder and cause distress. Furthermore, if they are to be resettled here in temporary sanctuaries, what will happen if parents reappear with siblings and extended, multi-generational families and in-laws, which could number in total tens of thousands?
Junky George Osborne's national family credit card is already over-extended, he says, closing the libraries of the poor and burning the wheelchairs of the crippled; social services are unable to provide care for vulnerable people already here. This isn't quite wartime, as it was when the KinderTransports arrived, the nation's properties already requisitioned and the people properly attuned to shortage and sacrifice in order that Frau Merkel's ancestors be defeated and cast into Hell. Not that they were, mind. If our heartstrings ensnare thousands of children and potentially subsequent tens of thousands of mums'n'dads'n'aunts'n'uncles'n'grannies'n'grandads all demanding residence under EU law then we need to know in advance that any government so reacting will provide the necessary new resources to accommodate and integrate such numbers, and not merely pass the burden on to useless, corrupt and cowardly local politicians, spouting Tough Times, Tough Choices horseshit, turning me into my own binman, social worker and firefighter.
The NSPCC and Barnardos, they're good for fuck all, maybe we could requisition their resources, pack 'em full of foreign Children in Need. See how charitable they really are.