Britain had a little problem with people floating across from France and not going away again.
The Britons were a little miffed at this and started complaining vociferously. Their Glorious Leader Ricky Satsuma came up with a brilliant plan. “Lets bung them all on planes and send them on a free never ending holiday in Rwanda” he said. Why he chose Rwanda is anyone’s guess. Probably they owed him some money or had disrespected his mother or something. Nevertheless, Rwanda it was.
Now a lot of those excess people didn’t fancy a holiday in the sun so they headed north, and there they discovered that they could travel to Norn Iron without anyone asking any awkward questions, seeing as Norn Iron is part of Britain, or The United Kingdom or England or something, so they were basically crossing a county boundary that was actually sea.
Once they had arrived in Norn Iron it was easy to hop on a bus or a train or a donkey cart and travel south to the Irish Republic, again without any of those awkward questions, because even though they had entered a new country, Ireland and the UK had signed a thing called “The Good Friday Agreement” which said there would be no border or customs or any of that shit between the north and the south.
Now Ireland [the Republic bit] had the headache. Being already full with their own problems they started dumping all these new arrivals in tents, some on the streets of Dublin and some they sent down to isolated villages to annoy the locals. Someone estimated that over 80% of these new arrivals came via the Norn Iron route.
Ricky Satsuma was delighted at this turn of events as it got rid of the unwanted and saved on flights to Rwanda. He went on television and joked that it was now Ireland’s problem by solving his.
The Irish Gubmint was a little pissed at this levity, especially as they thought Satsuma was a friend, or at least not an enemy. It was time to let Satsuma know that you can’t mess with the Irish so they are passing a new law sending all these new arrivals right back again to England. This was a clever move as it was a chance to get rid of some of our own excess as well.
The moral of the story?
Don’t fuck with the Irish.