Havant a clue
IF you are worried about unknown men who came here illegally being housed in your local high street, or even close to your children’s school, then Labour figures on Havant Council think you’re racist.
Your valid concerns about the hidden past of these strangers, or their possible toxic views towards women, are regarded by these councillors with utter contempt.
They think asylum seekers should be housed handily close to shops, GP surgeries and schools, rather than in more remote sites, so they can “integrate” faster and avoid what the borough council bosses called “racist rhetoric”.
It’s one thing for refugees — who have been checked and granted asylum — to be welcomed and quickly assimilated into local communities.
But the councillors at Havant want to integrate migrants before their backgrounds and claims for asylum have even been tested, reflecting the Government’s own plans.
It is a delusion of virtue-signallers to think that everyone crossing the Channel on small boats is fleeing persecution and not a single one poses a threat.
Too many foreign criminals have shown otherwise.
We look forward to seeing if the voters of Havant agree with their councillors when they next come up for re-election.
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Rein it in, Rach
IMAGINE Britain without the centuries-old sport of horseracing — without the magnificent thoroughbreds, the crowds, the colours or the spectacle.
We won’t have to imagine if, out of desperation, the British Horseracing Authority carries out an unprecedented strike.
It will give us a glimpse of what the future could look like if the Chancellor goes ahead with a punitive increase in taxes on horserace gambling.
It wouldn’t just be four race meets postponed, however, if Rachel Reeves hikes the betting tax.
There are worrying odds that it would wipe £330million off the value of the industry and send it into irreversible decline, with nearly 3,000 jobs lost and another nail put in the coffin of our culture and traditions.
She must not take the gamble.
Final salute
BRITAIN’S war-time citizens were a special breed.
None more so than those who earned the Victoria Cross – the highest award for gallantry in the face of the enemy.
And now we have lost the last of those special heroes.
The incredible bravery of former RAF Flight Lieutenant John Cruickshank, who died aged 105, was matched only by his modesty and concern for his crew.
He shrugged off any praise or accolades in life. But in death, let us salute him.
