Keeping the Scapegoats Handy

After the disasters of the last few months, and with the bad-taste comedy of the jubilee and the Tony Olympics still to come, the Home Office has done what all brave British folk do at a time of crisis, and fled for the comfort zone. In the case of Daveybloke's mad old cat lady, as with most members of Britain's neoliberal party's two main right wings, the comfort zone is immigration. When blaming the nurses, the weather, the previous administration or the cancer patients doesn't work, one can always fall on the immigrants with one's hobnailed humanity and child detention centres, and be reasonably sure of a happy reception. Hence, Theresa May has been reassuring the Daily Torygraph that, despite Daveybloke officially cutting the Continent adrift, the Home Office has noticed that there may be a crisis in Europe and that immigrants may result. Contingency plans are apparently being worked upon even as we unfurl our Union Jacks, so that no matter what horrors the eurozone's meltdown may inflict upon us, and no matter how inefficient the UK Border Agency or how anarchistic the police, the great British public will be in no doubt who should be blamed.