Mopping Up the Cockroaches

Mere years after the wog-bombing of Libya, a Royal Navy ship has condescended to participate in the rescue of refugees in the Mediterranean. Thanks to British values and the common decency of our Head Boy and his chums, all it took was a few hundred drownings and, no doubt, a bit of reassurance from the Euro-wogs that the EU wouldn't pay us to take any survivors. Appropriately enough, it was the Minister for Wog-Bombing who was extruded to proclaim the Government's pride and joy in its humanitarian efforts. He was careful to emphasise that aid was being offered only to "those in need", although it is unclear whether the Navy's personnel are as efficient as the Home Office or the DWP in distinguishing the deserving from the undeserving. He was equally careful to refer to the refugee crisis as a "migrant crisis", thereby emphasising once more that the major threat is not to a few soggy Africans, but to the very existence of Britain's white working classes.