No Hostility Without Britishness

Hard as it may be to imagine, even a hostile environment can be taken too far, and a man is to face trial for the unauthorised disposal of thirty-nine illegal immigrants three years ago. Rather than being dispatched to a healthy and productive life in sunny Rwanda, the unfortunate Vietnamese nationals (they were not, you will observe, persons) were packed into a lorry trailer and failed to survive their journey from Europe to the mainland. The accused has been charged with thirty-nine counts of manslaughter, exacerbated beyond measure by the accompanying charge of assisting immigration without the sanctifying consent of the Ministry for Wog Control. If the latter seems a little excessive given that the job-stealing swarm was more or less unemployable on arrival, it should be remembered that the accused is himself a beastly foreign: a citizen of the Nazi-Soviet Strasbrussels dictatorship, and therefore by definition an advocate of free movement with all the ghastly horrors that free movement entails. Even should he be found guilty, therefore, a job at the Home Office may well be permanently out of reach.