Treated Like Foreigners

Following Britain's liberation from the Strasbrussels yoke, the Portuguese government has failed to issue British expatriates with updated residency cards. As a result, authentic specimens of the master race have been detained at airports like immigrants, suffered job insecurity like workers, and been forced to pay for medical care like Americans. According to the Portuguese border force (or service as the Latins foppishly call it), an online portal has been set up through which Britons are expected to endure the kind of bureaucratic indignity that, in the civilised world, is considered fit mostly for Ukrainians. Indeed, expatriate life in Portugal so much resembles a vision of the future for native life in England that Her Majesty's most Britannic Government has felt obliged to intervene at ministerial level. The Portuguese have been righteously reminded of their duty to implement the withdrawal agreement which Her Majesty's most Britannic Government has spent the last few geological eras foghorning as an imposition and an outrage. It is to be hoped that this display of straight talk from the moral and legal high ground will leave Britain's oldest ally sufficiently chastened, since British nationals of all people can hardly be expected simply to go back where they belong.