Meekly_Anna
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LOL. Laugh all you like but it's diffeerent when the chickens come home to roost. You're all on the verge of proving Enoch Powell right.
Even Reform and Nigel Farage may not now be enough to stop it- Farage is too much of a moderate and won't go far enough with mass repatriations.
And don't even burble on about British citizens - the deportations will be based on your background, country of birth will b irrelevant, and at the stage it's at now, it will inevitably be bloody and unpleasant. Your rulers have gone way too far and the backlash is inevitable.
We're lucky to have Trump and Vance here, gettig it started before it gies that way. However much people dislike ICE, they are far far better than what would come next if it was delayed. As it is, we now have a chance ti settle this without bodies. I feel sorry for the UK tho, because at the stage your occupation is at, bodies are inevitable. And the quislings are quite as likely to join those being deported because, literally, at that point people won't give a shit. They're almost there now. You're looking at Bosnia all over again. Except inside the UK.
My Dearest Lady,
You insist on most amusing points, that have tickled the craniums of the finest minds at my club for centuries. Why, you wonder, do the English so persistently bother their fellow Britons and not, say, or dearest offspring of the people we collected all over the world and are, and I admit that faithfully, such an enrichment to put culture and kitchen, or our neighbours? It is, my dear, a matter of practicality, not pugnacity.
You see, venturing to the Continent to engage in a spot of bother with the French is simply a dreadful bore. The Channel crossing is an utter nuisance, the food is quite frankly suspicious, and one must contend with a baffling lack of queuing. Why go to all that trouble when there are perfectly good Welshmen, Scots, and Irishmen right here on our doorstep?
Furthermore, consider the sheer inconvenience of a foreign conquest. One must learn a new language—a ghastly task if ever there was one—and then, one must put up with their peculiar habits. Our Celtic cousins, however, are a known quantity. We understand their fierce loyalty and their rather peculiar love for the bagpipes. It's much like a family squabble; a bit of shouting, a few broken heirlooms, but in the end, we all know where we stand.
And honestly, my dear, it’s a matter of keeping the old skills sharp. One can’t simply sit about drinking tea and discussing the weather all day. A bit of a scuffle with the neighbours keeps us fit and ensures that we are always prepared should those French chaps ever get any funny ideas. It is, you see, a public service, an act of familial affection, and an excellent excuse for a good old-fashioned row.
Pip pip!
Yours in jest,
Lady Anna of Domedaily Hall
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