No Blacks, No Irish, No Docs

Despite that minor public-relations setback on the Windrush front, Britain's Ministry for Wog Control continues its glorious crusade to ensure that the immigration system works in the national interest, or at least in the average Rothermere Daily Stürmer reader's conception thereof. After a winter during which the National Health Service was stretched to the breaking-point, thanks in large part to staff shortages inflicted by the Minister for Absent-Minded Real Estate Investment, the Home Office has been merrily denying visas to foreign doctors at the rate of a hundred a month. It matters not to the Ministry for Wog Control that the swarming medicinal hordes have been through a legal recruitment process and legally offered vacant posts which presumably have some vague relevance to the prevention and treatment of illness; if thirty-odd years of the neoliberal gospel has taught us anything, it is that the national interest is an altogether higher and better thing than the mere well-being of the British public.