It was a scene that could have been ripped from a Victorian penny dreadful, were it not for the grim modernity of its details. Four migrant farm workers dead. A minivan engulfed in flames.
Arson suspected. Two arrested. But this is not a story of simple criminality; it is a parable of decadence, a symptom of a civilisation that has forgotten how to govern itself.
We are, once again, witnessing the Fall of Rome, but this time the barbarians are not at the gates. They are already inside, harvesting our crops, cleaning our hotels, dying in our fields. The Italian state, like so many Western counterparts, has outsourced the management of its borders to the very forces it claims to oppose.
The result? A necropolis of neglected humanity. The arsonists, if convicted, will be punished.
But what of the systemic arson? The kindling of indifference that allows men and women to be transported like cattle, housed like chattel, and incinerated like rubbish? The intellectual decadence of our era lies in the refusal to name the problem.
We speak of 'migrant farm workers' as if they are a natural phenomenon, a weather pattern to be endured. They are not. They are human beings, drawn here by our insatiable appetite for cheap labour and our cowardice in enforcing sensible immigration laws.
The fire in that minivan is a mirror. Look into it, and you will see the flames of a society that has traded justice for sentimentality. The Victorians, for all their faults, understood that order must be secured, not begged for.
We have forgotten this. We have allowed the state to become a passive observer, a mere coroner of tragedies that were foretold. Two arrests?
Good. But let us not mistake the symptom for the disease. The disease is the collapse of national coherence, the surrender of sovereignty to a globalist fantasy that denies the very concept of borders.
And until we address that, we will continue to write obituaries for those who died in the service of our comfort. RIP to the four souls who perished. May their deaths not be consumed by the same flames of indifference that lit the pyre.
