Up Yours, Gustavus Adolphus Hitlerus

Some people simply cannot understand plain English. Despite everything Her Majesty's Government has done to clarify its position, there are even now some Euro-wogs who have failed to understand the perils they are courting by not giving Britain everything it wants. The Imperial Haystack has pronounced upon the subject of paying our dues: "go whistle" as he phrased it with the usual restaurant-smashing diplomacy. The blithering prima donna David Davis has preened and postured with his customary hippopotamoid grace, and various other flubs and flunkeys have proclaimed their explicit desire to retain all the benefits of EU membership without any of the obligations. Could anything be clearer? Yet still the Euro-wogs continue to balk at such childishly obvious matters as the distinction between an expat and a migrant. Since expats are entrepreneurial individuals with hard-working families, and migrants are swarming hordes with illegal broods, the whole business could have been settled long before now, if only the Euro-wogs were not so fiendishly obsessed with dishing out Nazi-style punishments. On the day after the anniversary of Britain's famous victory in the Battle of Prokhorovka, do none of them remember who won the war?