Electing Racialist Governments Is Ill-mannered Stupidity

Discussing what is to be done with the mimosa, (having planted a tiny pretty sapling I have discovered it is in an ideal environment as it sets off past the second floor in scented, golden, fluffy glory), the gardener commented on its immigration status.

As an extra-communitare it could just be uprooted and thrown out. He went on to remark that he has a lovely house, surrounded by lemon groves and overlooking the sea, and that leaving might be to his advantage. The children are receiving a good education and there is plenty of work, certainly. It's convenient always to hold some wealth in another country, for insurance, as well, and he could rent out his lovely house here readily for a steady income that would more than compensate for lower wage levels at home.

Horrified contemplation of losing his competence, honesty, friendship, and his family's contribution in the village followed. He went on in his beautiful, classical Italian to say that he and his wife were wondering what all the peasants who voted to remove the incomers a fortnight ago are going to do when their children refuse to leave their offices and return to the fields where they belong.