Nine hundred and eleven. That’s how many people have illegally intruded into our country since Sunday. Just shy of a thousand foreigners, mostly blokes, sailed on to our shores and met not so much as a cough of opposition from border guards. An unresisted tide of newcomers washing upon a sleeping nation. It is intolerable. It is a grotesque insult to the hard-won liberty of this kingdom that armadas of men from distant, regressive lands are permitted to come, week after week after week. For the love of God, stop these boats.

We are witnessing the fatal haemorrhaging of British sovereignty. That’s what the ‘small boats’ crisis speaks to: the deracinated state of British nationhood following years of technocratic rule. The brutish reduction of Britain to little more than an administrative zone, unmoored from its history by bloodless bureaucrats. This is why the public is enraged by the boats crisis – not because they’re ‘racist’, but because they are appalled at the reckless gutting of our sovereign integrity and the consequences it will have for their own liberty, dignity and security.

The gaslighting we have been subjected to over the boats crisis is extraordinary. Even now, even following the arrival on Monday of a mega-dinghy containing a record 230 people, they are waging psychological warfare against us. It was put to Angela Rayner, the housing secretary, that ordinary people will feel ‘rage’ over the government’s gutless unwillingness to defend the borders. ‘Well’, she said, puffing herself up with phoney virtue, ‘these are desperate, vulnerable people…’. They are often ‘women and children’, she said.

They’re lying to us. As I listened to Rayner trot out that knackered line about hard-done victims from overseas scrambling for the sanctity of our shores yada yada, I was looking at a photo of the mega dinghy. I saw man after man – fit, able, strong blokes from distant climes. Rayner’s doublespeak would make Orwell blush. ‘Women and children’, she yelps, as we all watch with our own eyes the arrival of yet more fighting-age men. They hold us in such depthless contempt they don’t even bother to make their bullshit believable.

Or look at the media coverage of the mega-dinghy. ‘Asylum seekers’, they’re all saying. Are we still playing this game? Are we still trying to dazzle and pacify the public with linguistic trickery? Every free-thinking soul knows that the twentysomething Eritrean fella who treks through safe country after safe country to get to Blighty is seeking not asylum but economic opportunity. It’s brazen. It’s undeniable. And yet you risk expulsion from polite society if you say it.

The elites thuggishly police our language on the immigration issue. You’re damned as racist if you use phrases like ‘illegal immigrant’, ‘swarm’ or ‘surge’, and you’re hailed as righteous if you propagate the establishment’s cherished untruths about ‘refugees’ and ‘women and children’. This muzzling of what we are permitted to say is fundamentally about controlling what we are allowed to think. It is a tyrannical effort to bury the truth about the elites’ craven surrender of our borders. It is an attempt to dress up treason as virtue.

It’s the fatalism on the boats crisis that is most galling. Consider Andy Burnham’s insistence this week that the leafier parts of Britain must start taking their share of these ‘refugees’. ‘We cannot have a situation where it’s only the poorest communities in the country that receive [them]’, he said. Now, it’s true that it has been ‘left-behind’ Britain that’s been forced to accept hundreds of foreign men into their local hotels, while the well-off ‘Refugees Welcome’ mob scurry back to their plush communities where the only migrant they ever meet is the Pole who fixes their plumbing. Yet the idea of ‘sharing out’ the burden of illegal immigration – Burnham is implicitly admitting it’s a burden – is predicated on the batshit belief that there is nothing we can do to stem the daily arrivals.

It is a toxic mix of ideological derangement and outright moral cowardice that leads the political class to think the daily breaching of our borders is a fait accompli. Drunk on the Kool-Aid of globalism, bewitched by the bourgeois cult of pooled sovereignty, our politicians fundamentally think our borders aren’t worth defending. Their fealty is less to the little people they rule over than to the high-minded international treaties Britain has signed up for. The concerns of working-class Brits count for shit in the face of the ‘refugee’ diktats issued by the soulless ghouls of globalist institutions.

Then there’s the spinelessness. We all know what must be done to defend a nation’s borders. We’ve known for centuries. Forces must be mobilised, rules strictly enforced, intruders sent packing. It’s not a lack of know-how that has let the sacred perimeters of our nation go to rack and ruin – it’s a lack of will. When the government fails to fight for its nation’s borders, what it’s saying is that there is nothing in the nation worth fighting for. Our identity, our history, our communities: it is their staggering disregard for the very lifestuff of Britain that leads them to abandon Britain’s perimeters.

All we get is deflection. Both Burnham and Rayner are blaming ‘criminal gangs’ for ferrying ‘asylum seekers’ across the Channel. Others blame the French for letting the boats set sail in the first place. But it is not France’s job to secure the sovereignty of the United Kingdom. The truth is that it is Britain’s own snivelling liquidation of its sovereign rights that entices foreign opportunists to encroach upon our lands. They know they will be provided with a hotel room and food and pocket money. They know they will not be deported. They know they will be permitted to disappear into the black economies of our self-ravaged half-nation. The criminal gangs who oversee the Channel crossings are merely parasites on the carcass of our own surrendered sovereignty.

The ‘racist’ libel won’t work anymore. The working classes are at breaking point and they won’t be silenced by a turbo-smug activist class that cynically derives both virtue and servants from out-of-control immigration. They are fuming about the border crisis, not because they hate foreigners, but because they love sovereignty and the things it protects: national identity, democratic rights, the social contract itself. They know the nation that can’t even prevent the arrival of 230 men is a nation in name only, one that prefers the suicide pact of globalism to the virtuous ideal of independence. Enough is enough – stop the goddamn boats.