Inflatable Threats

Now that the latest Great Game sudden-death round has concluded with the ignominious ejection of the master race (Henman's Helmand, anyone?), it seems only reasonable that the Regency wastrels in charge of Her Majesty's Government should occupy themselves with similarly historical concerns such as the Freedom of the Seas. Sure enough, the Minister for Wog Control has initiated another dignified discussion with the beastly Euro-wogs, ordering that boats of migrants be turned back towards France and shrieking at the beastly Euro-frogs to do more to protect British jobs, on pain of being fined a portion of Britain's bounty towards French patrols. The merely knowledgeable and experienced have raised the usual quibbling objections, ranging from the vulgar and worldly (such as the necessity for perfect weather in the English Channel and the need for wog redirection personnel to ascertain that suspect vessels have sufficient fuel) to the legalistic and vexatious (such as the requirement to ensure that no minors or infants are aboard and that there is no risk of fatalities). It has even been suggested that Britain's renewed posturing is no more than a headline-grabbing exercise, despite the convenient approach of colder weather with the likely benefit that a few bodies washing up on our beaches would require no excess hurry to clear up.