Toxicity, But Not As We Know It

As a major maritime nation whose seafaring entrepreneurialism stretches back at least as far as the Atlantic slave trade, it is only natural that Global Britain should cower in bladder-trembling fright at the prospect of refugees in small boats. Hence, thanks to the present Minister for Wog Control and her scrupulous attitude to national security, some non-refugees who were indiscreet enough to arrive on a slightly bigger boat are to lose some of the token compensations they were promised after neither Tin-Pot Tessie nor Race-baiter Pursuivant Rudd suffered more than a passing inconvenience over their part in the Windrush persecutions. In addition to the routine delays and denials of payment, the Ministry for Wog Control has "discontinued" its doubtless sincere commitments to strengthening the defence of the swarming locusts' interests and to the independent inspection of borders, and has also decided not to stir itself towards any show of interest in reconciling true Britishness with the beastly lazy job-stealing darkie hordes. An anonymous Ministry source said that the Windrush affair was felt to be "a bit toxic;" though evidently not in the sense meant by citizens of nowhere and enemies of the people, whose concern over the swoons of the Britain First and Farage Falange community remains notoriously lax.