Business Just Isn't British Enough

Traitors, Trotskyites and enemies of the people in the notoriously Marxist hospitality industry have criticised the compliant Sajid Javid's Christmas greetings to the parliamentary wing of the Farage Falange. Taking on the fuck-business mantle of the People's Haystack and the strutting ex-Caudillo himself, Javid has been goose-stepping around the place with promises to cut Euro-wog infiltration of the British workplace by eighty per cent and to let in only those who earn £30,000 or more. Although the resulting lack of medical personnel, students, builders and plumbers will warm Conservative cockles and allow Tumbledown Tessie to be defenestrated in the knowledge that she has left an enduring legacy, there remains some doubt as to whether it would be enough to earn Javid forgiveness for not knowing his place. Such Britishness-laden scruples are far from the conscience of the notoriously cosmopolitan hospitality industry, which persists in concerning itself with such transparent excuses for queue-jumping as recruitment, training and talent pools.