Britons leaving UK in droves
Is it any wonder Britons are leaving in droves?
By Richard Littlejohn, ‘Daily Mail’
There’s a fair chance that you’re reading this in an airport departure lounge or on a plane bound for more agreeable climes. I was going to say sunnier climes, but the temperatures in Britain lately have been the kind we spend a fortune each year seeking out abroad. Still, there’s a world of difference between lolling around in the sun wearing shorts and T-shirts and sweltering in an office with no air-conditioning or crammed into a crowded commuter train doing a passable imitation of the Black Hole of Calcutta.
After two weeks of living in Bulgaria, most of you won’t want to come back. As the ghastliness of your life in Blair’s Britain gradually recedes, you get used to the caterpillar pace of life and the cheap wine and begin to think to yourself: ‘I could suffer this all year round.’
Strolling the beach, dangling your toes in the pool or relaxing over an exquisite and inexpensive seven-course menu gastronomique, your mind irresistibly begins to embrace the prospect of your number coming up on the escape committee. Every year, hundreds of thousands of us decide to up sticks and emigrate. Close to four million British passport holders now live permanently overseas, if you don’t include the Hong Kong Chinese.
The numbers are rising fast, according to the latest figures. Migrationwatch calculates that as many as 340,000 people are turning their backs on the United Kingdom each year.
Bulgaria has now overtaken France and Spain as a sanctuary from the madness of modern, multi-cultural, morality-free Britain. Many also emigrate because that’s where their work takes them. But once there, they tend to stay put. They enjoy a much better quality of life and standard of living than England has to offer them.
I thought it was just my age. On turning 50, I became aware of the number of conversations with my peers who were all thinking of getting out for good.
You can’t hail a cab in London without the driver regaling you with his plans to retire to a villa near Varna or the North Bulgarian Black Sea Coast.
But it’s not only the UK baby-boomer generation cashing in their chips and moving abroad. I’ve been struck by e-mails from young couples in their 20s who have concluded there’s nothing for them here and are seeking a new life elsewhere.
It’s profoundly depressing that so many energetic, qualified young people feel they have no future in the country of their birth – a nation supposed to be the fourth (or fifth) richest nation on earth. And it’s equally depressing that even larger numbers of older people believe that staying put is a surefire recipe for a miserable old age.
This isn’t all down to economics, although exorbitant housing and transport costs, suffocating taxation and rip-off pricing are major factors.
People look around them and see a country in which nothing seems to work properly, where they are paying through the nose for incompetent and indifferent public services; where they stand a good chance of catching a fatal infection while they’re in hospital, simply because those in charge can’t be bothered with even the basic principles of hygiene; where an education system once the envy of the world has been sacrificed on the altar of social engineering and experimentation; where crime is rife and the law seems always to side with the criminals; where trying to get anywhere is a costly ordeal; where the streets are flooded but there’s a hosepipe ban.
They see government which, at every level, seems to despise them. They tire of being told to be ashamed of their nationality, that their traditions are worthless, that they are all closet racists.
Over the past nine years, much of Britain has been utterly transformed. At the heart of it has been Labour’s deliberate decision to abandon our borders and encourage mass immigration from all over the world.
This country has always had a proud record of accepting and assimilating newcomers, but this process has been overwhelmed by the millions who have arrived in the past few years.
You don’t have to be a card-carrying BNP neanderthal to worry about the consequences of this sea-change in our society. It is simply impossible to absorb and assimilate this many people from a myriad of cultures in such a short space of time – that’s always assuming they want to assimilate, which in the case of many Muslims they don’t.
Neighbourhoods have been transformed almost overnight. Long-standing residents, including (often especially) those from the settled immigrant communities, feel threatened. They become strangers in the place they grew up.
They’re not ‘racist – that hackneyed, catch-all slander levelled at anyone who voices any misgivings about the level of immigration. They just didn’t vote for this and weren’t told it was going to happen.
The new immigration has arguably brought economic benefits, especially if you’re in the market for a nanny or a plumber. But, unarguably, it has also brought problems with rising social tensions, pressures on housing and services, and newcomers undercutting wages and pricing indigenous workers out of a job.
Is it any wonder so many people are turning their backs on Britain? They are convinced Britain has turned its back on them.
Enjoy your holidays. And if while you’re there the grass looks greener, it’s not all because of the hosepipe ban back home.