Over here, over fed, and probably over sexed. These bastards and bitchesÂ have been flooding in through the port of Dover via Calais, with barely a cursory intervention by the authorities.
A multi-national invasion, every colour under the rainbow, and there is nothing we can do about it, since the immigration rules were changed. The pedigree of immigrant has plummeted ever since their chums at the EU decided to open Europe’s borders to any cheeky chappieÂ with the right passport; before long, every uncouth mongrel under the sun will be knocking at Britannia’s front door, permeating the nation with a rancid whiff on a par with the kind of tripe even a butcher would turn his nose up at. No wonder the Great British public have a bone to pick with Brussels. Many of these new arrivals to our shores claim to have been hounded out of their own countries, but to the ears of most Brits there is more than a ring of a shaggy dog story about their tales of woe.
‘Disgusted of Kent’, and ‘Dismayed of Tonbridge’ complain in vain – the media scared to report the truth. Is there no politician to stand up for the true British breed? Churchill certainly wouldn’t have said ‘Oh, yes’ to this invasion.
Their numbers have been growing since 2001. Thousands have arrived just in this dog-gone year alone, and they are taking the place of true Brits…at Crufts!
As soon as they were let into the country, they cocked a
leg snook at the fine British tradition of letting the home boy win and started walking off with the top prizes, first a Norwegian, then a Yankee Terrier.
For the past couple of years, Crufts have allowed hairspray, cosmetics, and other ‘performance enhancers’; now owners fear that some woofer of a French poodle might walk off with the top prize…
TheyÂ have resorted to taking out paid ads in showbiz magazinesÂ guaranteeing minimum wage to those who will join their protest…
Why didn’t UKIP think of that?