So the media are taking a little break from birthday cakes to focus on Mr Bojangles cunning plan to collect the majority of gimmigrants and ship ‘em straight off to Rwanda.
Two things spring to mind and the obvious is the ‘uman rights folk gluing themselves to airport runways or the gimmigrants kicking off on the plane.
The thing we really must check when the dust settles is to confirm where the Rwanda of which they speak is and if this is indeed the African country to which they’ll be sent, or is it actually, through cunning miss-pronouncement, a sleepy market town in the Welsh Rhondda Valley that’ll get ‘em?
This was followed by some fellow saying they should be allowed in as we have a desperate labour shortage. So, as I believe I’ve mentioned before, why aren’t these gimmigrants escorted daily to earn their pocket money and three hots and a cot at places screaming out for workers?
Anyhoo, it all reminded me of a post from not too far back I put together as a help yourself and send to any M.p. of your choice. Priti Pointless for one springs to mind…
So this is a simple illustrative challenge for those that must be obeyed:
Go off to work one day and leave your front door open and a large ‘Welcome’ sign hanging on your front gate. I’m betting you get a shock upon returning home. Whoa! I opened the door and they came!
After a couple of days of your ‘open door’ policy, you’ll be ‘surprised’ to find that using the kitchen and bathroom with the regularity and freedom you once enjoyed will have gone for some strange reason.
Soon thereafter you may well find yourself having to queue to use your own computer and having to be content with sitting on the floor in your lounge and even having to sleep on the floor in the hall. Eventually, sitting will become a problem and you may well just have enough room to stand at the back. Sadly, the standing room that enables leaning against a wall is all being used; it’s now only stand-up straight space.
In no time at all, you’ll no longer be able to get your car on the drive as it seems to be in continuous use as a hand car wash station. On the plus side, finding you have to park quite some distance away, the walk enables you to calm down a tad before entering what was once your castle but is now a multi-culti utopia.
Your garden? Just a jungle as the last time you tried to do a bit out there, tiptoeing through all kinds of unsavoury looking stuff and strange charcoal cooking thingies, you lost your place in the proper toilet queue and wet yourself.
Eventually, after becoming a tad disconcerted with the rapid ever upwards trajectory of your electricity, gas and water bills and the dangerous load on some sockets threatening to blow you off the grid, you may well decide you’ve had enough and need to get everyone out and lock the door.
However, when you finally come to take that action you’ll be shocked to find it’s too late as that’s when you’ll discover you’ve lost all governance of your own home and you are now in the minority.
And thus ends my miniature picture of our little bit o’ rock sitting in an angry sea.
Quote; John Fleming.
“I think always, when you have a candidate promising free stuff, and another promising less stuff or nothing, the one who promises more is always going to have the advantage.”
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