Labour. You have all the power. Every department, every budget, every lever. So stop hiding behind a press release and answer one question. Your own numbers. 135,580 British households crammed into temporary accommodation, a record. Over 9,000 of our own sleeping rough every month, a record, the fourth year running. Ours in hostels and doorways. Our veterans on the pavement. Our kids in B&Bs. Now the other column. 93,000 people in Home Office accommodation, all of it on our tab. 73,000 of them dumped into HMOs and flats on your street. 16,000 still in hotels. 205,000 have crossed the Channel since 2018 and only 5 per cent have been sent back. Foreign criminals on our streets at a record 21,294. Theirs in hotels. Ours in doorways. So answer it. Why not send them back. They come over a terrorist highway, now run by the Iranian Revolutionary Guard. Rubber boats, smuggler gangs, and a year later nobody knows who they are or where they went. Because they will tell you it is complicated. ECHR. Judicial review. Human rights lawyers. Appeals. The backlog. Pull factors. A returns deal with France. A taskforce. A review. A consultation. A pilot. A bill that takes four years and fixes nothing. They call the Rwanda plan a gimmick and the barges a gimmick, then use every excuse the Tories ever used. Take all that away and half your government is out of a job. Which would also be a good thing. The thing is simple. Homeless solved. Illegals solved. And our own are still on the pavement. You promised to end rough sleeping "once and for all". You called it a moral mission. You have all the power. So do it. Or admit it out loud. You are not for the British. You never were. You are for everyone but.

The time for talk has long passed, says Bridget Phillipson. So she has set up a taskforce, and signed off fifteen million pounds of your money. Follow the money. The cash goes to the Office for the Impact Economy. A quango. Not a department, not a service, a quango. It is then handed out in grants to charities. And the taskforce that decides what "works" is stuffed with those same charities. Women's Aid. The End Violence Against Women Coalition. Girlguiding. A mayor, and a few academics. So the sector sits on the panel, defines the problem, defines the solution, and then bids for the money. Circular. Five million a year of public money, through a quango, to the same charities, to run training and adverts about attitudes. And nobody will ever be able to tell you whether it worked. You cannot measure misogyny. No baseline, no target, no number. It is a mood with a budget. In three years the money is gone, the men are exactly the same, and it will be declared a triumph. And these are the same charities who spend their other hours telling you Britain must take in more people. So the handout does not stop at the grant. It funds the sector that lobbies for the next wave. The time for talk has long passed. So they wrote a cheque to their own client base and called it a policy. Fifteen million pounds. Our money. For a feeling. And the girls are still being failed in the towns.