Thousands of British missing

The German government should have asked the NSA before they published the 2011 census numbers and, much to everyone's surprise, found 1.5 million people had gone missing.

Google and Facebook don't have enough of you guys might have prevented official embarrassment.

Now, thousands of British citizens are missing, although there is one minor difference.

The British government knows where they are, they just don't want them, as reported by TheGuardian. The Guardian quotes a parliamentary report, saying "Their inquiry report shows that a new minimum earnings rule of £18,600 a year, which came into effect last July, has meant that thousands of British citizens, including people with full-time jobs, have been unable to bring a non-European husband, wife or partner to live with them in Britain."

Further down that article, we read a new and enhanced reality term for the first time "high-value migrants". They are let in.

For the rest of us this means money = welcome.

No Money, no Stay. 

Note: sounds less gruesome when read with a fake Jamaican accent.
Apologies to all Jamaicans.

At first, we kept as many asylum seekers and other 100% foreigners out of our precious lands, now we have extended it to couples and families where one partner is native and the other a foreigner.

In England, they are already experimenting with a local version of moving the 100% natives out of the desirable habitats. The Greater London area is getting too expensive, and lower government support does not exactly help.

Well, can't put them on the boat to Australia anymore, now, can we?

Birmingham works just as well.

I hear, the Outer Hebrides are quite nice, low crime, less noisy than London.

If the K-Landnews were a serious publication, we'd do some research into how other European countries go about it.

To be honest, we are petrified to ask.

We will find out very soon, however, how the Germans have implemented their views.

Recently, TheEditor & Co. have been sitting on the porch on the pet taxi in the rain for several hours each night, everybody, including the cats, clutching a towel, looking at the stars, waiting.

In vain.