The UK/European migrant problem

My bold not just on the coast, they have had lots of problems in Paris for ages. This is just 1 example, there are loads more..
It started with the lovely Roma and progressed through N. Africans to virually the whole of Africa & the middle east.
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The article is from January 2016 when the Guardian still allowed comments on articles about immigration. The comments are the more interesting than the article. Most from French people saying things can't go on like this and Europe needs to get to grip. Fat chance of that.
 
hypothetical question. If someone had a medium size legal boat and went into the channel and discovered a RIB , then threw them a line and secured them. Then sailed to the French coast with RIB in tow and beached these poor souls.
1 would the French navy interfere with your rescue
2 would HMG/ RNLI interfere with your rescue
You and chums have saved the lifes of many people. But govt. agencies may try and arrest you. What would the charge be? Would they get the rescued boat back into the channel and prove whats really going on?
An idea to bring a video camera to document the event. Both to show the world that govts are importing people. And also for your defence in court when you get nicked for rescuing people
The rats in the boat would kill you.
 
That is a rather long explanation of the fact that the NCA is not match-fit, the professional criminals are more professional than them and that non-Detectives are still trying to do a Detective's job.
The crims are British based, driving UK registered cars using UK mobiles and probably come home to the UK after a hard week at work.
When it comes to policing and co-operating with the UK all of the European and Nordic forces were first-class.

There are number of cross border agreements and MOUs applicable on both sides of the Channel, one that immediately springs to my aged mind is the one that allows a surveillance operation commenced in the UK to continue for 24 hours the other side of the water.
A number of authorities had to be granted but it was doable for up to 24 hours until the local law-enforcement took over the subjects of the surveillance.
They also had permission to bring the targets back to the UK under surveillance too if needed, again with the same 24 hour proviso.
Obviously for serious crime only, but combatting people trafficking is well within that definition the last time I looked.
Even a national priority some people might say.

Certainly not a trumpet blower, but in Customs investigation we were doing this sort of stuff on a daily basis.
It may come as a shock but one of our best allies was the French DLO based in London, a top bloke.
Then of course labour f*cked everything up with merging Customs and the revenue, shortly followed by the formation of Soca, now nca, cheers Blunkett you moron.
 

syrup

LE
hypothetical question. If someone had a medium size legal boat and went into the channel and discovered a RIB , then threw them a line and secured them. Then sailed to the French coast with RIB in tow and beached these poor souls.
1 would the French navy interfere with your rescue
2 would HMG/ RNLI interfere with your rescue
You and chums have saved the lifes of many people. But govt. agencies may try and arrest you. What would the charge be? Would they get the rescued boat back into the channel and prove whats really going on?
An idea to bring a video camera to document the event. Both to show the world that govts are importing people. And also for your defence in court when you get nicked for rescuing people

If you were on the British side the French would probably do you for people smuggling

30 seconds after you turned towards France the tow line would be cut anyway.
 

Londo

LE
Without the will (and obviously unlimited overtime) to do Police controls and checks on them, they are just another bit of plastic.
If they had even bothered to obtain them somehow in the first place.
Look how woke things have gone now, you are not allowed to DNA a chancer to see where he is from, you are not allowed to get a dentist to check his teeth and establish his rough age when he says he is 15.
And yet he is obviously not.

Just look at what a state the UK has evolved into in only a few short years.
It is going to take a small dirty bomb going off, triggered by a recent arrival, outside the Palace of Westminster on the day of Christmas recess before any meaningful direction will be given in dealing with this.

Time for actual and meaningful enforcement and deportation by the Immigration Authorities, and not just talking about it after all these years.
Like this ...(Not my work though )
The nuclear destruction of London

Tariq knew where the bomb came from. Zaid hadn’t been told that detail.

Tariq was aware what the bomb really was. Zaid had been lied to there.

The two of them drove the bomb into the heart of London. It was late morning and the white van, with Tariq behind the wheel and Zaid beside him in the cab passenger seat, went along the South Bank via York Road. They headed towards the County Hall roundabout, to the southwest. Traffic was heavy and was causing a delay.

“What time is it?”

There was a time display on the dashboard. Zaid asked the question of Tariq yet he must have seen what the van’s clock said. He asked because he was nervous but his question wasn’t answered.

“We’re going to be a little bit late.” Tariq was mentally calculating the time it would take them to get where they were going. “Not too late, just a few minutes off.”

The traffic started moving. Neither man said no more. Tariq drove them around the roundabout along with the other moving vehicles. He cut inside a double-decked red bus – a hallmark of London – to get onto Westminster Bridge Road a few seconds earlier than he would have done otherwise.

Zaid stared out of the window. His mind wasn’t on the images of London before his eyes.

“There it is.”

Tariq smiled as he saw the clock tower which rose above him as he approached it. Zaid said nothing in response though to that and didn’t even give it a look.

They drove over Westminster Bridge. The River Thames flowed them and where they could find the British Government was ahead.

When the traffic slowed ahead, upon reaching the Whitehall side, Zaid brought his attention back. If he hadn’t of had, Tariq would have made sure that he did.

This was no time to be distracted.

“It is three minutes after twelve.” Now Zaid was reading that clock.

“They’ll all be inside by now.” Tariq was utterly confident of that.

“Yes. And they’ll all die, inshallah.”

Zaid reached down below where he was seated. In the footwell, there were two automatic rifles. These were AK-74U carbines – with a short barrel designed for the use of parachutists – and a weapon of great significance in propaganda to those who inspired both Tariq and Zaid. He put one of those in Tariq’s lap and placed the second in his own.

Tariq knew that they would never get the chance to use them. Zaid believed that they would.

As the van reached Parliament Square, beyond Elizabeth Tower in which Big Ben sat, what Tariq had gazed up upon as they came over the bridge, it was turned to the left. Tariq drove them down beside the Houses of Parliament. He spoke his final words to Zaid, still lying to him as he had been doing so for a long time. “We get out, start shooting and then the bomb goes off. We have two minutes to get clear and inside the building. The bomb will stop anyone coming after us.

Start shooting, Zaid, and don’t stop.”

Zaid was willing to sacrifice himself, to go down shooting and also to see a bomb go off. Tariq had never doubted that of his friend. The man who had gave them the bomb and set their mission into action had not wanted him to know though, fearing that if anyone beyond Tariq knew, word would eventually get out.

Two men can share a secret, he said, but three cannot.

So Zaid had been lied to. He thought he and Tariq had brought into London a ‘standard’ bomb.

As he spoke, Tariq opened the circuit breaker attached beneath the steering wheel by flicking a near-hidden switch. The bomb was already armed but this was the lone safety check. Zaid didn’t see what was done. He was looking outside and imagining the chaos he would cause with his rifle before and after the bomb went off.

“I am ready!”

“Wait… wait… now!” Tariq slammed on the vehicle’s breaks as he swung the wheel over. The van came to a violent stop. It was in Parliament Square, right in front of Parliament.

Zaid jumped out of the vehicle. His rifle was in his hands. His eyes swung for people to shoot at. They would suffer the consequences for the actions of their government.

Tariq didn’t do the same thing. The driver’s side door remained closed and his rifle stayed in his lap. “For my father, who you all murdered,” he quietly said, before adding an afterthought to justify this, “and all of my brothers and sisters elsewhere around the world too.”

He closed his eyes and then slammed his palm hard twice on the steering wheel where the horn was.

There was a blinding flash and no more for neither Tariq nor Zaid.


The bomb detonated at five minutes after midday. It was a Wednesday lunchtime. Inside Parliament, Prime Minister’s Questions (PMQs) were taking place inside the Commons Chamber. With recent political events leading to what the media had deemed a ‘showdown’ today, those whom the man who had given Tariq the bomb wanted to see dead would all be in there.

He himself had long left London and Britain too. With his diplomatic passport, he flew home. He didn’t want to he inside the country when the bomb went off.

It was a thermonuclear device with an explosive yield of thirty-six kilotons. Exploding at ground level, a surface burst in military terms, much of its potential was robbed due to that. If it had blown up in the sky, there would have been far more destruction unleashed. An aeroplane, a missile, even a helicopter might have achieved that. But Tariq had a van and a van would do.

The blast created a fireball. That fireball atomised everything around it. The Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, New Scotland Yard, government buildings along Whitehall as far as Downing Street… they were all inside that fireball. Everything and everyone inside the radius of the fireball was gone forever. A huge crater would be dug into the ground, including through tunnels of the London Underground rail network.

The air blast shot outwards in every direction. On the edges of the fireball, the force of it was equivalent to twenty pounds per square inch (PSI). Buildings were blown down, even the most-sturdy of those. The destruction levelled off the further way from Westminster Square but the damage done was unparalleled in terms of any such attack ever launched against one city. As far north as Soho, to the west out to Hyde Park Corner, to Pimlico & Vauxhall in the south and out to the Elephant & Castle in the east if buildings weren’t brought down, they could fall soon enough.

Radiation went further outwards away from where the blast had been. Flash radiation would kill so many. The victims would survive the fireball and blast wave but soon succumb to quite the horrible death.

Glass shattered everywhere, again far outwards in every direction. The pressure was down to just one PSI but this was enough. Office blocks in The City and beyond would be left with without windows. The glass would maim and kill everywhere extending from Regents Park to Knightsbridge to Stockwell to Camberwell to the Tower of London to Shoreditch. People already blinded when their eyes were drawn to the flash, were now knocked down as the shockwave continued outwards.

The ground burst would mean fallout. The winds would blow that northeast and away from London. Maybe it wouldn’t be much but it would be enough to kill many for a long time to come.


The government centre of London had been wiped out in a flash. All of those politicians had been at the very heart of the explosion attending PMQs. Royalty was killed too with the monarch and heir both losing their lives. Senior civil servants aplenty were right in the area of destruction or would quickly lose their lives too. All around all of this important people slain, were the millions of Londoners caught up in the blast and murdered too. Their lives were taken in the fireball, the blast wave, the flash radiation and then the utter chaos which would follow.

In an act of terror, the nuclear destruction of London had occurred.

The world would never be the same again.
 
Like this ...(Not my work though )
The nuclear destruction of London

Tariq knew where the bomb came from. Zaid hadn’t been told that detail.

Tariq was aware what the bomb really was. Zaid had been lied to there.

The two of them drove the bomb into the heart of London. It was late morning and the white van, with Tariq behind the wheel and Zaid beside him in the cab passenger seat, went along the South Bank via York Road. They headed towards the County Hall roundabout, to the southwest. Traffic was heavy and was causing a delay.

“What time is it?”

There was a time display on the dashboard. Zaid asked the question of Tariq yet he must have seen what the van’s clock said. He asked because he was nervous but his question wasn’t answered.

“We’re going to be a little bit late.” Tariq was mentally calculating the time it would take them to get where they were going. “Not too late, just a few minutes off.”

The traffic started moving. Neither man said no more. Tariq drove them around the roundabout along with the other moving vehicles. He cut inside a double-decked red bus – a hallmark of London – to get onto Westminster Bridge Road a few seconds earlier than he would have done otherwise.

Zaid stared out of the window. His mind wasn’t on the images of London before his eyes.

“There it is.”

Tariq smiled as he saw the clock tower which rose above him as he approached it. Zaid said nothing in response though to that and didn’t even give it a look.

They drove over Westminster Bridge. The River Thames flowed them and where they could find the British Government was ahead.

When the traffic slowed ahead, upon reaching the Whitehall side, Zaid brought his attention back. If he hadn’t of had, Tariq would have made sure that he did.

This was no time to be distracted.

“It is three minutes after twelve.” Now Zaid was reading that clock.

“They’ll all be inside by now.” Tariq was utterly confident of that.

“Yes. And they’ll all die, inshallah.”

Zaid reached down below where he was seated. In the footwell, there were two automatic rifles. These were AK-74U carbines – with a short barrel designed for the use of parachutists – and a weapon of great significance in propaganda to those who inspired both Tariq and Zaid. He put one of those in Tariq’s lap and placed the second in his own.

Tariq knew that they would never get the chance to use them. Zaid believed that they would.

As the van reached Parliament Square, beyond Elizabeth Tower in which Big Ben sat, what Tariq had gazed up upon as they came over the bridge, it was turned to the left. Tariq drove them down beside the Houses of Parliament. He spoke his final words to Zaid, still lying to him as he had been doing so for a long time. “We get out, start shooting and then the bomb goes off. We have two minutes to get clear and inside the building. The bomb will stop anyone coming after us.

Start shooting, Zaid, and don’t stop.”

Zaid was willing to sacrifice himself, to go down shooting and also to see a bomb go off. Tariq had never doubted that of his friend. The man who had gave them the bomb and set their mission into action had not wanted him to know though, fearing that if anyone beyond Tariq knew, word would eventually get out.

Two men can share a secret, he said, but three cannot.

So Zaid had been lied to. He thought he and Tariq had brought into London a ‘standard’ bomb.

As he spoke, Tariq opened the circuit breaker attached beneath the steering wheel by flicking a near-hidden switch. The bomb was already armed but this was the lone safety check. Zaid didn’t see what was done. He was looking outside and imagining the chaos he would cause with his rifle before and after the bomb went off.

“I am ready!”

“Wait… wait… now!” Tariq slammed on the vehicle’s breaks as he swung the wheel over. The van came to a violent stop. It was in Parliament Square, right in front of Parliament.

Zaid jumped out of the vehicle. His rifle was in his hands. His eyes swung for people to shoot at. They would suffer the consequences for the actions of their government.

Tariq didn’t do the same thing. The driver’s side door remained closed and his rifle stayed in his lap. “For my father, who you all murdered,” he quietly said, before adding an afterthought to justify this, “and all of my brothers and sisters elsewhere around the world too.”

He closed his eyes and then slammed his palm hard twice on the steering wheel where the horn was.

There was a blinding flash and no more for neither Tariq nor Zaid.


The bomb detonated at five minutes after midday. It was a Wednesday lunchtime. Inside Parliament, Prime Minister’s Questions (PMQs) were taking place inside the Commons Chamber. With recent political events leading to what the media had deemed a ‘showdown’ today, those whom the man who had given Tariq the bomb wanted to see dead would all be in there.

He himself had long left London and Britain too. With his diplomatic passport, he flew home. He didn’t want to he inside the country when the bomb went off.

It was a thermonuclear device with an explosive yield of thirty-six kilotons. Exploding at ground level, a surface burst in military terms, much of its potential was robbed due to that. If it had blown up in the sky, there would have been far more destruction unleashed. An aeroplane, a missile, even a helicopter might have achieved that. But Tariq had a van and a van would do.

The blast created a fireball. That fireball atomised everything around it. The Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, New Scotland Yard, government buildings along Whitehall as far as Downing Street… they were all inside that fireball. Everything and everyone inside the radius of the fireball was gone forever. A huge crater would be dug into the ground, including through tunnels of the London Underground rail network.

The air blast shot outwards in every direction. On the edges of the fireball, the force of it was equivalent to twenty pounds per square inch (PSI). Buildings were blown down, even the most-sturdy of those. The destruction levelled off the further way from Westminster Square but the damage done was unparalleled in terms of any such attack ever launched against one city. As far north as Soho, to the west out to Hyde Park Corner, to Pimlico & Vauxhall in the south and out to the Elephant & Castle in the east if buildings weren’t brought down, they could fall soon enough.

Radiation went further outwards away from where the blast had been. Flash radiation would kill so many. The victims would survive the fireball and blast wave but soon succumb to quite the horrible death.

Glass shattered everywhere, again far outwards in every direction. The pressure was down to just one PSI but this was enough. Office blocks in The City and beyond would be left with without windows. The glass would maim and kill everywhere extending from Regents Park to Knightsbridge to Stockwell to Camberwell to the Tower of London to Shoreditch. People already blinded when their eyes were drawn to the flash, were now knocked down as the shockwave continued outwards.

The ground burst would mean fallout. The winds would blow that northeast and away from London. Maybe it wouldn’t be much but it would be enough to kill many for a long time to come.


The government centre of London had been wiped out in a flash. All of those politicians had been at the very heart of the explosion attending PMQs. Royalty was killed too with the monarch and heir both losing their lives. Senior civil servants aplenty were right in the area of destruction or would quickly lose their lives too. All around all of this important people slain, were the millions of Londoners caught up in the blast and murdered too. Their lives were taken in the fireball, the blast wave, the flash radiation and then the utter chaos which would follow.

In an act of terror, the nuclear destruction of London had occurred.

The world would never be the same again.

And any one of the 26,000 illegal immigrants that have arrived here this year alone could do just that. Plus all the other illegals here.

And even without a nuclear bomb, what amounts to an army of illegals, if supplied with pre-positioned weapons could cause a lot of destruction.
 
The major problem was that HMG wanted to connect the ID card to a massive database that not only confirmed your identity but held details of your whole life.

Blair's little 1984 project?.

From what was on here back then on this subject, apparently you would have to produce your ID card every time you purchased something. Frightening.
 

Londo

LE
And any one of the 26,000 illegal immigrants that have arrived here this year alone could do just that. Plus all the other illegals here.

And even without a nuclear bomb, what amounts to an army of illegals, if supplied with pre-positioned weapons could cause a lot of destruction.
I'm glad that there are others that understand the dangers .
 

syrup

LE
This has slid under the radar on what happens when you stand firm.
Two weeks ago they were fleeing war and using violence to force their way in to Poland
Now faced with a cold winter Iraq doesn't seem that bad



Migrant exodus from Belarus: Iraq airlifts hundreds back home and Poland claims victory after desperate people were weaponised by dictator Alexander Lukashenko in attempt to humiliate the EU

major exodus of migrants is underway from Belarus to Iraq as Poland claims victory in the battle for control of Europe's borders.

Hundreds who aimed to seek refugee status in the EU by breaking through the Polish border are now seeking daily flights back to the Middle East.

Video and pictures from Minsk airport shows the returnees - including children - awaiting repatriation flights.

 

syrup

LE
Conflicting reports coming out about the girl who died trying to reach the UK to be with her fiance
Earlier he didn't want to be named as he had followed the same route

Now the BBC among others are claiming he "moved" here and holds full British Citizenship and is working a a barber in Bournemouth.

If he's a British Citizen and working here why couldn't he bring her in the legal route
Why has she gone through Europe from Northern Iraq and trying to enter illegally.

Plenty of blokes marry foreign totty without making them do a European tour first
 

Stan_Deesey

War Hero
I'm in the process of buying a small RIB + outboard for use as a tender at the moment, and it's probably going to cost me just short of £2000. When I see one of these things:
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I wonder who's selling them? What is the legitimate purpose of something like that?
Now, If I was a Franjche Detectif, I think I would have the means to find out. I would also like to know whether the peoples on them are carrying any berms.

You wouldn´t want one of those! They´re not particularly well-made, and are designed for one trip only.

It´s been discussed on here before. They are made in China and smuggled to Europe via Turkey. The smugglers collect them in Germany.

There was also an article about them on the Daily Mail´s website a few days ago.
 
hypothetical question. If someone had a medium size legal boat and went into the channel and discovered a RIB , then threw them a line and secured them. Then sailed to the French coast with RIB in tow and beached these poor souls.
1 would the French navy interfere with your rescue
2 would HMG/ RNLI interfere with your rescue
You and chums have saved the lifes of many people. But govt. agencies may try and arrest you. What would the charge be? Would they get the rescued boat back into the channel and prove whats really going on?
An idea to bring a video camera to document the event. Both to show the world that govts are importing people. And also for your defence in court when you get nicked for rescuing people
This boat you find, is it in any danger or likely to sink?
 
Conflicting reports coming out about the girl who died trying to reach the UK to be with her fiance
Earlier he didn't want to be named as he had followed the same route

Now the BBC among others are claiming he "moved" here and holds full British Citizenship and is working a a barber in Bournemouth.

If he's a British Citizen and working here why couldn't he bring her in the legal route
Why has she gone through Europe from Northern Iraq and trying to enter illegally.

Plenty of blokes marry foreign totty without making them do a European tour first
Because it cost North of £10k, takes 6 years (minimum, that doesn't include the initial application and you need to have all your ducks in a row before starting that, then apply 3 months before 'hoping' for approval), you need to have savings of either £68k liquid for the last 6 months of each visa renewal (3 of them), or a provable income of at least £28k a year - and, and this is the kicker for these types, zero benefits until you get IRL at the end of it. You even pay an NHS surcharge upfront.

Just been through it with the missus - trust me, it was always a running joke that a quick day trip to Calais and we'd be quids in...
 
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shamrock

Old-Salt
"any danger". I will say yes! It's a dinghy, overloaded, no safety equipment, an open boat in open water in winter. Yes, I would stay there's an element of danger and loss of life
 

Londo

LE
Because it cost North of £10k, takes 6 years, you need to have savings of either £68k liquid for the last 6 months of each visa renewal (3 of them), or a provable income of at least £28k a year - and, and this is the kicker for these types, zero benefits until you get IRL at the end of it.

Just been through it with the missus - trust me, it was always a running joke that a quick day trip to Calais and we'd be quids in...
But surely that only applies to English people trying to bring in a foreign partner .
Foreign born (mostly East European females) were able to bring in so called partners (mostly African males)
As large amounts of money were exchanged this was big business at one time .
Perhaps stopped now due to us leaving the EU .
 

Stan_Deesey

War Hero
I'm in the process of buying a small RIB + outboard for use as a tender at the moment, and it's probably going to cost me just short of £2000. When I see one of these things:

There are hundreds being stored in this yard near Dover.

The article states that they are being kept as evidence, but presumably one day the more seaworthy boats will be auctioned off.

 
But surely that only applies to English people trying to bring in a foreign partner .
Foreign born (mostly East European females) were able to bring in so called partners (mostly African males)
As large amounts of money were exchanged this was big business at one time .
Perhaps stopped now due to us leaving the EU .
Yeah, maybe.

I remember at the time we started putting our plan together that we looked at all options as a matter of course, and being members of the EU allowed for the EU citizen (me) to feely move to an EU country, get a job for three months, get the missus over and then once we'd provided ''proof' of the relationship, quick hop to the UK and there was nothing the UK immigration could do about it. I recall Dublin being the desto of choice for language purposes.

I'm not sure that could lead to ILR, and it wasn't something we pursued as we could meet the official requirements anyway.

However, in the instance of getting over undesirables, yeah, that would have worked and they could disappear once they were in.
 
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