And Then An Old Challenge...

Well, so, owing to ongoing events down south the way, may I humbly re-post a post I posted a mere two years ago. Please feel free to copy and paste into a communication to your MP should you feel inclined but I must say sending a copy to that tussle haired scamp Bo-Jangles or our Home Secretary could prove Priti pointless. Please remember this was first typed when Covid-1984 ‘symptoms’ were just an indication of a seasonal sniffle. Anyhoo, here we go.

Any PC spy please note, this post is not to be construed as racist in any way, manor or form. All I have is a fear that our country is full and quite quickly approaching overflow. As further proof of this, should any be needed, we’re now told that we’re running out of water and electrickery and the NHS, blessed be its name, will soon need another couple of thousand pounds a year off each of us. How cool is that then? You’d think someone a lot brighter than me could figure out that the more folks there are sharing the same amount of stuff must mean that there will quickly be less stuff for each of us, right?

So this is the 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 multiculti 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 a miniscule minority.

And thus ends my miniature picture of our little bit o’ rock sitting in an angry sea. Please feel free to copy, amend or edit as you wish, and post to your MP and any believers of open borders to see if they’re up for the challenge. The cessation of all acts of inhalation and exhalation whilst awaiting a note of acceptance to the challenge, or indeed any response at all, isn’t advised. Hell, I’ve been waiting two years now.  If, by some miracle, a response is forthcoming it’ll most likely be along the accepted political lines of it’s not their fault...

           

Quote;  Edward Abbey.

“A crowded society is a restrictive society; an overcrowded society becomes an authoritarian, repressive and murderous society.”