The Island

Looking over the stereotypical, post-nuclear-esque wasteland, flyblown rags of curtains flap in the breeze, litter blows in facsimile tumbleweeds down the street and rabid dogs scavenge for scraps. The few remaining humans are lurching Euro-Zombies, searching for brains and Penal Colony Britain has finally voted itself into oblivion. Where once we sent our criminals to a god forsaken outback on the other side of the world, Europe now funnels its unwanted overfill into department EU/AS/01, a gulag where the lowest are sent to survive… or not. Those who try to escape believe they will be gifted homes and good living off the island, but nobody escapes from Ukatraz.

Fortress Britain is quiet; the roads no longer rumble with traffic and industry’s gears have ground to a halt. Flights neither arrive nor leave and the long dead birds no longer sing in the non-existent trees. Mostly concreted over, the only access to the gigantic prison yard formerly known as Kent, is via the heavily guarded EuroTunnel whose sole purpose is to act as a one-way portal into, but never out of the EU’s ultimate immigration holding camp. The only way off is to brave the treacherous currents of the French Channel, constantly patrolled by seaborne drones programmed to intercept and destroy all unauthorised craft.

Some still talk of Albion and of a boy King who will symbolically free a sword from a stone and somehow bring about resurrection, but others know this wasteland for what it is; the end of the long road. It is used to corral those inflicted with madness, rage and the crime of expressing an opinion. Some still speak of a divine creator and heavenly father who will save the faithful in the final apocalypse but others know that fantasy for what is it. This land is also used to contain those infected with islam and other irrational superstitions; their deities appear to be quite happy to leave them to it.

Britain finally achieved what many wished for, to be self-contained; because there is no traffic with the rest of the world other than the inward traffic in people of a dangerous mind-set. The islands of Crete and Malta and Cyprus and Kos eventually proved too small and too easily accessible for efficient containment purposes and have been returned to their former status as holiday camps for rewarding public sector workers – there are few other types of worker nowadays, with private businesses all propped up one way or another by the impenetrable system of bureaucracy which administers the sovereign EU.

Meanwhile, back in Fortress Britain – ex-Airstrip One – the siren sounds, signalling another escape attempt. Ironic really: as one boat-load of refugees from Africa is rescued from the warm, azure Mediterranean then transported across Europe and through the tunnel to their destination of choice, a similar boat load of escapees is blown to bits in the cold, dark waters of the Channel and transported to their own end. The EU has a final solution for Britain… don’t think it couldn’t happen.

Lock Down

So finally all the talk, from all the parties is about immigration. But the Tories and Labour, while saying they get it, obviously don’t because they are carrying on regardless and just playing the blame game. “You let them in in the first place!” squeal the blues. “Yes but it’s got worse since you lot have been in charge!” said Yvette Balls on PM. It’s not even argument and counter-argument it’s just the same old slanging match that has caused voters to leave them in droves. Now shut the fuck up, Westminster, because until you do you will never hear a thing the people you despise have been saying for half a century.

Quotas. Tighter border controls. Aggressive, black-shirt, UKBA uniforms. Welfare restrictions… It’s all just bollocks in the light of the knowledge that the 50,000 illegals we know have gone missing are only the tip of an iceberg; by some estimates, the UK population is some ten million more than appear on any census. There are parts of some major cities where dense populations of uncounted, utterly foreign, untouchables hide in plain sight from all officialdom, shielded by the sacred force-field of political correctness. The time for tolerance is over; our tolerance has not been met with the appropriate levels of gratitude and we need to get serious.

Close the borders tight. I mean really tight. The EU can shove itself up its own arsehole. Make it impossible to get in without a very good reason for being here. Being a sub-minimum wage slave isn’t one of those reasons. Being a relative of one isn’t either. All foreign nationals convicted of any serious crime should do their time in prison hulks moored offshore prior to being returned whence they came, if necessary in body bags. Oh and Britain already has a national religion, harmless and rightly ignored by the majority; we neither need nor want any others, but as long as you practise your primitive satanic observances in private then fair enough. But build another super-mosque and you can stand by for the bulldozers.

We need to become one of those countries where taking the piss can swiftly land you on the outside. Workforce: don’t import what you don’t need. Indigenous population: don’t breed what you can’t feed. Next year the NHS has a budget of £133Billion, with defence spending a miserly £45Billion. Let’s swap them, for a start and go on a massive recruitment drive to employ hundreds of thousands of UK-born youngsters in the task of becoming British again. A bit of healthy fresh air and exercise, a bit of backbone and pride and they won't need the health service. Those that don’t sign up can still be useful… as targets.

Palmerston's Folly? Think again

Britain could become great again – for the British. Anybody who fits in and contributes would be welcome but freeloaders can fuck off, no protracted appeals, no fanciful ‘human rights’. You have the right to work and pay tax and not be stabbed; beyond that it’s your lookout and if you don’t like it here we will happily hold the door open for you and watch as it slaps you on the arse as you leave. And that goes for every single card-carrying apologist for socialism in all its forms. If you love everything about immigrants so much maybe it’s time you became one?