Somewhere....The Immigrant Song.

I'd like to hear experiences. Other people's experiences. The experiences they had while trying to emigrate.
You see, I have a theory.

The theory runs like this:
The Soviets had a massive project, rather like a KGB version of the Microsoft Campus; the purpose was to 'Russify' Western technologies, to crack the intellectual codes and render the hardware amenable to copying by the Russian equivalents of the National Coal Board, British Steel and the National Health Service.

My theory is, that in Britain, with its history of subversion, the clandestine, and co-option, there is a project which seeks to 'discourage' emigration.

It is very subtle.
It doesn't seek to discourage in every case.
No.
Some are positively encouraged, representing as they do the export of an image which would reflect 'well' on the mother country.
These people retire to warmer climes(no threat in talking about the weather), or want to play golf, or sail, or present to the newer worlds that bracing quality of Britishness that so infects foreign attitudes to Britain.
No.
These people are safe, and furthermore the ease of their escape allows the British to hold up their national liberality as an example of freedom, the ease with which, regretfully or not, the mother country lets go.
They are the proof, the rule which justifies the exceptions they make of anybody less...amenable... to Britain.
There are even organisations(both ends against the middle) which allegedly aspire to promoting the interests of the desperate.
Like the 'men who escaped' in Running Man.

My theory is that the truth involves the careful and untraceable persecution of the ones who have the very best of reasons to emigrate(such as American reasons), to beat them down until they no longer have the ability to know why they are leaving, or to simply prevent them by lack of resources, from getting to where they want to be by any legal means; once this happens they can't go legally, but if they go illegally they will be sent back!

Yes. I believe that Britannia is a sick and evil bitch that plays the psychopathic cow to any ambition, with the chuckle and chortle of the appreciative audience of fairly organised civil manservant-services in the background passing her intstructions down to the lowest squeek of the frightened collaborator.

Do they think we will appreciate them all the more?
They are insane.