A SILLY TALE

A man got up one day, kissed his wife and twenty three children on the forehead and left the homestead to find work in a country far, far away. Life in the countryside in his eastern European Lithpomanian birthplace was beautiful but his children needed an X Box and new Manchester United kits, so his destiny had been written.

He travelled to Britain where with only two hours on British soil he gained meaningful employment doing a job that British people wouldn’t do but his boss, The Colonel made great chicken and gave it away in buckets and Kris was earning £6.00 an hour so he was happy.

The following day, having slept in a two up, two down in Chatham with a hundred and nineteen other KFC workers from Romlatvaland, Kris visited the Benefits Office and asked if they would pay Child Support for his twenty three children back home in Lithpomania as they desperately needed clothes.

The publicly funded Benefits Agency agreed to pay Kris the full British Child Support amount for all of his children and they didn’t even have to go to Britain to qualify – it’s was free, consider it a gift from the tax payers because in a recent survey, 76% of people questioned had all said that they wanted to pay eastern Europeans money that would otherwise be wasted on things like desperately needed hospitals in the UK, overloaded due to the recent influx of people from Lithpomania or silly books for schools.

This is a fairytale, there’s no way anything like this could ever happen.