Pope Leo has spoken, and his words carry the weight of centuries. From the Vatican, he denounces the drowning of migrants off the Canary Islands, calling it a 'wound on humanity'. How predictable.
How convenient. The Church, whose own history is soaked in blood and conquest, now wrings its hands over bodies floating in the Atlantic. But let us not mistake this for moral leadership.
This is theatre. The real drama unfolds in Westminster, where the UK government prepares its latest border reform. A 'crackdown' they call it.
Another brick in the wall of fortress Britain. We are witnessing a grotesque pantomime: the Pope plays the grieving father while our politicians play the stern gatekeepers. Both performances are hollow.
The migrant crisis is not a humanitarian emergency; it is a symptom of a civilisation in decay. We have outsourced our conscience to the Church and our security to the state. Meanwhile, the boats keep coming, and the bodies keep washing ashore.
Do not look for solutions in Rome or London. Look in the mirror. The rot is within.
