Tag: Thank God For The Newts

  • Thank God For The Newts!

    Thank God For The Newts!

    Thank God for the newts.
    Someone remembered where the border is.

    Thank God for the Newts was inspired by the extraordinary spectacle of a protected species succeeding where successive governments appear to have struggled. When politicians promise stronger borders while migrants continue arriving, it takes an endangered amphibian to accidentally halt progress. RebelliousBard doesn’t blame the newts. They’re simply doing what nature intended. The joke is that a creature weighing a few grams can apparently enforce a line more effectively than an entire political class. Somewhere between environmental law, immigration policy and official priorities, satire quietly gave up trying to exaggerate. The newts carried on regardless.

    ► BUY
    EVIDENCE

    Population, three hundred and something.
    Proposed arrivals, twelve hundred and fifty-six.

    Consultation complete.

    Apparently.

    Whitehall found a little village
    Quiet place, not much around
    Perfect spot for twelve hundred men
    Four times everyone in town

    Don’t say migrants, that’s divisive
    “Twelve hundred men” is more correct
    Though strangely when they wore uniforms
    Nobody seemed quite so upset

    Residents said, “This seems excessive”
    Government said, “Concerns are heard”
    Which is Whitehall for “Thanks for writing”
    “We’ll completely disregard”

    So they held a referendum
    This was apparently Plan B
    If Westminster won’t listen
    Piddington will simply leave

    Raise the flag
    Declare the state
    Print the passports
    Shut the gate

    Three hundred people
    Standing proud

    Independent Britain
    With a slightly smaller crowd

    Westminster remained strangely calm
    About losing sovereignty

    Funny.

    That used to be
    quite important.

    Thank God for the newts
    Thank God for the newts

    The people weren’t sufficient
    But the amphibians might do it

    You can plead
    You can vote
    You can march
    You can shout

    But find a protected species
    And the lawyers all come out

    Thank God for the newts
    Britain’s finest little troops

    The village couldn’t stop it

    Thank God
    for the fucking newts

    Then the politicians smelled it
    So naturally they came

    Everyone opposed the chaos
    Everyone assigned the blame

    Rupert came to back the village
    Reform came to make its case
    Suella came to inspect the mess
    With an interestingly straight face

    Former Home Secretary
    Touring immigration’s wake

    Standing by the consequences
    Looking shocked at what they make

    Then the patriots weren’t welcome
    Then the arguments began

    Who is authorised to protest?
    Please consult the protest plan

    Wrong support
    Wrong campaign
    Wrong objection
    Try again

    Everybody wants the cameras
    Nobody accepts the blame

    Thank God for the newts
    Thank God for the newts

    The people weren’t sufficient
    But the amphibians might do it

    You can plead
    You can vote
    You can march
    You can shout

    But find a protected species
    And the lawyers all come out

    Thank God for the newts
    Britain’s finest little troops

    The village couldn’t stop it

    Thank God
    for the fucking newts

    Then the village found its villain
    Living somewhere down the lane

    Neighbours calling neighbours racist
    That should calm things down again

    Welcome people
    Welcome strangers
    Tolerance is what we need

    Just don’t question scale or numbers
    That’s apparently bigotry

    Meanwhile Piddington has left us
    Constitutionally unclear

    Nobody told the King about it
    But independence starts from here

    They’ve got borders
    They’ve got voters
    They’ve got outrage
    They’ve got press

    All they need’s a currency

    And someone competent, I guess

    Then…

    A pond.

    A ripple.

    Something moved.

    Stop the meeting.

    What’s that?

    Great crested newt.

    Protected?

    Very.

    Oh.

    Fuck.

    Three hundred residents?

    Not decisive.

    Two hundred and eighty-five votes?

    Advisory.

    Council objections?

    Under consideration.

    Local infrastructure?

    Being assessed.

    Great crested newt?

    EVERYBODY
    STOP
    WHAT
    YOU’RE
    FUCKING
    DOING.

    Thank God for the newts
    Thank God for the newts

    Democracy was optional
    But wildlife legislation isn’t

    You can plead
    You can vote
    You can beg
    You can scoot

    But never underestimate
    A legally protected newt

    Thank God for the newts
    Britain’s last effective troops

    Forget the village referendum

    Send in
    the fucking newts

    Residents consulted.
    Concerns acknowledged.
    Democracy respected.

    Development proceeding.

    Subject, naturally,

    to the newts.