Te Radar: So who do they think they are?

If there is something we don't need in this blessed, bountiful land, it is more accursed refugees. Yet we continue to open our doors to these cowards and lowlifes who have so shamelessly fled their own countries because of a few perceived ideological differences with their ruling juntas, abandoning their families and fellow citizens to the misery of starvation and torture and non-flushing toilets.

Although they probably can't even read, they certainly have no difficulty in scrawling their names (if indeed it is their name to begin with) on forms entitling them to wallow in the largesse of our tax dollars.

There is no doubt a simple reason for their need to be beneficiaries: no one will employ them. And why would they? After all, they are different from Us.

They are also clearly in cahoots with Organised Crime, in the form of those who conspired to smuggle them out of their country and into ours.

These criminal vermin are no better than history's other enemies of the legitimacy of the nation-state, like Schindler with his infernal list.

We only need to look at their lack of family values to see they clearly do not fit into the mainstream of New Zealand society. Look at the way they willingly board boats with scant regard for their own, let alone their children's, safety. They don't even use lifejackets!

Many of them have the aplomb to say their callous indifference to their children makes them a lot more like Us than we care to imagine.

Then they have the brazen audacity to demand we import their extensive extended families to this land of plenty so they, too, can skive off the welfare system. This after they so callously deserted them to begin with.

If only we could take a leaf out of our brethren the Australians' book and put them in concentration camps in the middle of nowhere.

If the refugees do decide to stay, will they really be as viable and constructive partners to Te Tiriti as We are?

Finally, let's not forget the wailing and bleating of the excuses they use to claim residency.

"We have no right to vote," they squawk.

Well, we do, and we are sick of it, with its associated bribes and the promises that are never kept.

Elections serve only to remind us that democracy is like an abusive relationship.

We the electorate, with our blackened eyes and bleeding spleens, are tenderly embraced by political candidates who whimper in our ears: "I won't do it to you again, darling, I am sorry, I love you, I'll change, it's just that you ... "

Of course we believe them. What choice do we have? After all, sometimes it is better to be beaten and then held than never to be held at all. Just ask the next refugee you meet.