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Oh dear. Now you only went and made me type again. You sad, dozy cunts. Food prices will somersault since most of your peons are seasonal guests from EU East and South. Manual labour will lose places for ARE OWEN because their serf-powered subcontractors close up. Cleaning, security, infrastructure services go down the shitter. Nurses and childminders, chefs and mechanics, couriers and drivers turn rude and sloppy. I have lived, drank and worked my hairy brown arse off with so much talent, seeing so little prospect, pushing the harder, smiling the brighter for all the malice a funny last name or peculiar accent instill in your kin. Mind you, over here it only takes a few.. how do you call it, miles? to make a neighbour turn stranger.
But the real fun is: still less work available, that's already a fact. Now faced with U.S. Randians, Arab hand-rubbing and swarm intelligence from China, a great howling and rattling of teeth fills the stale air of this forsaken island. And we, the swan-eating, nightbus raping Eurotrash, haven't had a thing to look back towards in years already. You ingrate, badly educated, mock-conservative twerps. Enjoy your 52%
Sorry, that was off topic. When my landlord unlawfully evicted me for austerity '07 I winged it around the UK for a few weeks. After realising there is no viable state support, no one looks me in the eye when I ask them for anything and native tramps are smugly self-destructive and have zero group solidarity, it was a refreshing change to fuck off and work on farms in Southern Yurop. I already felt better after making it down to Calais though.
Your lot is just too pussy whipped by the principle a fattened society sees in keeping their pariah class down: while we dirt are mistreated badly enough to give you an eyeful of what YOU may become.. there is no way you'd struggle for labour rights, spend more time on fun shit or (gasp) risk so called necessities for a big idea. This Marx lad may have been a shouty tramp, but he came into his own here for a reason.
Cheers though. Gone before the snow falls. Regards, Poorkraut.