Will This Land Never Be Clean?

Never content to rest on its lily-white laurels, the Ministry for Wog Control has been busily dispatching letters to citizens of the Strasbrussels threat, informing them that their residency rights are all a ghastly mistake. Hard-working scions of the master race, abetted no doubt by their American infoslop robocolleagues, are apparently sending up to a hundred missives a month, informing the Euro-wog infiltrators that paying tax in the nation of the Farage Falange and its panderers may be too exquisite a privilege for the likes of them. Since the Ministry's conscience is as clear as ever, full disclosure as to the number of looming expulsions has not been forthcoming; but doubtless all is as moderately fair and above board as ome could sensibly expect. Even so, certain subverters of the people's will are carping that this latest purge may violate the withdrawal agreement, which contains a provision that the mainland should not cleanse itself of beastly Euro-wogs except where such measures are, if you please, genuinely proportionate. If genuineness or proportionality had any place in the immigration debate, let alone in its obligate parasite the Brexit debate, somebody would surely have noticed by now.