A political PortaShrine for a dead Portuguese paedophile
WHEn i first read that a homeless man had been found dead in a subway next to the Houses of Parliament, i thought to myself: bet he’s an albanian alcoholic or an itinerant Romanian pickpocket.
as it happens, i wasn’t too far wide of the mark. it turns out the deceased was an angolan child-molester. You couldn’t make it up. not only that, but Marcos amaral Gourgel had already been deported twice from Britain after being jailed for sex crimes. So he wasn’t just living on the streets by choice, he was living here illegally.
Quite how he managed to sneak back into Britain hasn’t been explained. But since he had a Portuguese passport, it wouldn’t have been that difficult.
While we remain members of the European Union, it’s virtually impossible to prevent anyone with a passport from any EU country coming and going as they please.
and it was revealed this week that some civil servants are refusing to co- operate with Home Office inspectors attempting to establish the immigration status of foreign nationals.
Staff at ministries including HM Revenue and Customs, the Department of Work and Pensions and the Foreign Office are routinely failing to comply with requests for information from the Home Office’s Status Review Unit, which was set up to track down illegal immigrants.
So why the hell haven’t they been sacked for insubordination? They work for us, their salaries and pensions paid for out of our taxes. But it does give you some idea of the scale of the problem when it comes to enforcing border controls.
BRITAIN is open house for migrants from all over the world. Marcos amaral Gourgel may have had a Portuguese passport, but he doesn’t seem to have had a single living relative in Portugal.
From what the government in Lisbon has been able to discern, his family all live in angola, a former Portuguese colony.
Still, getting hold of a Portuguese passport seems to be a piece of pickle. How many of the estimated 200,000 Brazilians now living in Britain came here on EU passports issued by Portugal? no one seems to know, nor could care less.
So how did a convicted angolan child sex abuser, who had twice been deported from Britain, end up stone dead in an underpass by the Mother of Parliaments?
You’d think this is the kind of question MPs and concerned commentators would be asking, as a basis for negotiation. You’d be wrong.
instead of demanding an urgent inquiry, the hand- wringing elements of the political class and the Left-wing commentariat went into outrage overdrive, exploiting this man’s death for their own purposes. if i’d known what the reaction would be, i’d have rushed down to Westminster with a few Pray 4 Muamba- style PortaShrines from the lockup, and started knocking out teddy bears and petrol-station flower arrangements.
Jeremy Corbyn’s staff laid floral tributes in the underpass. Corbyn himself came over all Dionne Warwick, leaving a note which read: ‘This should never have happened. as a country we must stop walking by. Rest in peace.’
if i see you sleeping in the street, and i start to cry . . .
inevitably, the Left immediately blamed Gourgel’s death on the heartless Tories. Labour MP neil Coyle said: ‘When a homeless man dies on the government’s doorstep, ministers must stop ignoring the problem and commit to end rough sleeping.’
a dopey bird in the Observer — aka The Guardian on Sunday — wrote a posturing column under the headline: ‘ Behind one death lies a broader picture of despair and deprivation.’
Warming to her theme, she declared: ‘it’s an indictment of modern Britain that this man could die so close to power. and of course, it is vital that homeless people are humanised.’
noting that Gourgel was a sometime model, she drew the conclusion that ‘this person had dreams, potential, just like anyone’. He can’t have done much modelling recently, unless Millets had hired him to model sleeping bags.
Funny, though, how she managed to draw attention to his modelling dreams, yet somehow left out the bit about him being a convicted child sex abuser. She certainly can’t plead ignorance, since that fact was in the public domain on Saturday morning, the day before her column was published.
Maybe revealing that he was a convicted nonce might have ‘humanised’ him a little too much for some people’s taste.
NONE of those crying crocodile tears had the slightest interest in his immigration status or his criminal record. He was simply seized upon as a convenient vehicle for signalling their own compassion and giving the hated Conservatives a gratuitous kicking.
if Corbyn cared that much, then instead of walking past the vagrants cluttering up the underpass on his way to work each day, perhaps he could have invited a few of them home for a kale pesto pasta and a good night’s kip.
Maybe Pixie Balls-Cooper could have offered Gourgel a warm bed in one of her two beautiful houses, provided they aren’t already packed to the rafters with Syrian refugees. When Remainiacs extol the virtues of freedom of movement and unhindered mass immigration, they speak of nurses, doctors and other NHS staff.
Unless i’ve missed something, i don’t recall any of them explaining why we should grant an automatic right to Portuguese paedophiles of angolan extraction to set up home in an underpass next to the Commons.
The Portuguese Prime Minister piled in, too, lamenting ‘ the death in inhumane circumstances of our fellow countryman’. Fair enough, but why the hell does he think accommodating convicted Portuguese paedos should be our problem?
The figures probably don’t exist, but i’d be curious to know how many of the ‘homeless’ on our streets are foreign nationals.
Further investigation reveals that Gourgel didn’t have to sleep in the subway, darling. He had been staying in a nearby homeless shelter provided by a church charity, where he enjoyed singing and attending yoga classes.
i don’t suppose any of these irrefutable facts matter to the moralising shroud- waving Lefties manipulating his death to score political points and make the rest of us feel guilty.
They are so far beyond shame that they are even prepared to use the corpse of a convicted child-molester to bolster their self-image.