Rubbed Out

Although the Ministry for Wog Control does everything it can to prevent the swarming hordes from harming Britain's national interest, there are always a few troublemakers who manage to slip through the net. Some are even so vile and vindictive as to inflict harm and death on themselves for the sake of making Britain look bad, and this can lead to all sorts of nasty bureaucratic complications which the newly-compliant Ministry has done its very best to negotiate. However, an enemy of the people with a funny foreign name has been making a bit of a fuss over a Polish detainee who had lived and worked in the UK for twelve years, and who self-deteriorated maximally when informed that this would not be enough to expiate the kind of short prison sentence which a native tax-dodger would have no difficulty in avoiding. Anxious to spare the nation undue grief and inconvenience, the minions at the Ministry redacted from the records some of the more tactless details of the inconsiderate act, only to be subjected to the usual chorus of traitorous ingratitude. Evidently the Government's policy of reducing suicide by deleting its victims has some way to go before finding general acceptance.