So suddenly they DO want immigrants coming over here and taking our jobs.
At the stroke of a pen, Prime Minister Boris Johnson is poised to make a dramatic U-turn, offering temporary three-month visas to foreign lorry drivers and poultry workers in a bid to tackle the petrol and food shortage.
Christmas is coming, you see.
The Government needs to ensure we have fuel in our cars, food on our tables, booze in our shops and presents around our trees.
Just like the black England footballers who came up short in this summer’s European Championship Final, immigrants are welcomed when they are useful – and discarded when we’re not.
Probably, in the case of those EU drivers, on Boxing Day when they’ll start being demonised again.
Trouble is, those already exiled are delivering a long, slow, lingering two fingers up to Johnson and his incompetents who are convinced they will come stampeding back into a country that doesn’t want them.
The man from the Dutch road hauliers association summed it up deliciously on Radio 4 yesterday morning.
“The EU drivers I speak to will not come on temporary visas to drag the UK out of the s*** they created for themselves,” he said.
Quite right, too.
Who knew that this country would eventually be forced, once again, to its knees before having to acknowledge the crucial contributions of foreigners?
It’s as if the Sixties, the Seventies and the Eighties never happened.
Yes, a crucial takeaway from this entire Brexit dog’s dinner is the need to appreciate the importance of British lorry drivers. For far too long they’ve been underpaid, working anti-social hours, often in awful conditions. Now, with McDonalds out of milkshake, pubs running low on beer, one in six adults unable to buy essential items of food and queues snaking around the block at petrol pumps across the land, something is finally starting to give.
The politicians, the erstwhile cheerleaders – and even some broadcasters – are bending over backwards not to call it Brexit. And yes, there may well be other contributory factors.
But the overriding common denominator is the xenophobia that has left this country starting to implode.
It is down to the Government’s determination to detach us from our European neighbours (and reality) that we will likely have turkey shortages ahead of Christmas – while blood tests could be limited with the NHS’s biggest supplier of sample bottles running low because of “transportation challenges” and “UK border challenges”.
Across this weekend we saw fights on petrol station forecourts, people taking their lives into their own hands by filling up plastic bottles with the stuff (yes, really) and heard fuel drivers’ tales of being followed by desperate motorists tracking their every turn.
Instead of owning up to the shambles of their own making, the Government and its apologists are lashing out at Shadow Chancellor Angela Rayner for using a term used so often to describe Johnson by ordinary people – probably even by the families of his own he has walked out on - it’s a wonder his ears haven’t melted.
This nightmare has been a long time coming. My own parents and relatives came here as part of a Windrush generation that helped rebuild this country in the Sixties and Seventies, yet is now being demonised.
Today’s “bloody foreigners” have no intention of subjecting themselves to similar manipulation. Good for them.