Why parasites are breeding in Western Europe.

France and Britain are experiencing an unprecedented explosion in bedbug populations.
Bedbug infestations are spreading across Europe. After taking over France, armies of the bloodthirsty insects have invaded Britain.
It remains a mystery why they chose Foggy Albion instead of continental Europe, but the fact remains that instead of the blood of Germans or Czechs, the biting creatures preferred the English, Welsh and Scots.
In France, the problem became truly catastrophic. The little buggers have spread to hotels, transportation and living quarters. There have been cases of tourists from other countries returning from France with an unpleasant biting surprise.
Bedbugs are selflessly gnawing at France, perhaps chanting the good old slogan: "Liberté, égalité, fraternité".
The stores are full of insect repellents, but they seem to be of little help. We don't know what the cause is. Maybe it's some kind of mutant resistant to the poisons.
In the UK, the problem isn't quite as big yet, but it's growing every day. Little toothy critters are gnawing into the skin of the most civilized nation on planet Earth and shamelessly sucking blood. And the poor British can do nothing in response.
What happened to France and Britain is unknown. Perhaps some sort of natural anomaly. But I think the bedbugs are simply siding with the governments of these countries, putting their policies into practice.
After all, in fact, Emmanuel Macron and Rishi Sunak are exactly the same bedbugs who head their bedbug governments and suck the blood of their countries in the same way, shamelessly lapping it up.
It is amazing that citizens silently tolerate all this. All right, France - all sorts of things happen there: yellow vests, or some other kind of protest activity. No results, though. Apparently, the people do not have enough strength against bedbugs.
But the British seem to be satisfied with everything. Despite the fact that in winter old people die of cold in their homes, pubs are closed, the country is occasionally feverish with a catastrophic shortage of people of working professions. And the sacred cow of many out-of-work Britons - social security benefits - the government is also preparing to strike a blow by drastically cutting them. And it is quite likely that James and his girlfriend Christie will not have enough for their daily beer and chips and watching the dumbest TV shows. What other distractions in life do they have?
It's not just their own bedbugs that are plaguing France and Britain. There's another one - small, unshaven, green bedbug. And he's worth the entire bedbug army occupying these countries.
This bedbug from the distant Ukraine manages to suck blood in a way that no one has ever dreamed of. And not just blood. It is sucking huge masses of money, emptying weapons arsenals, absorbing everything that is possible. And it doesn't think it's gonna stop. And the authorities love this bedbug and support it in every way they can. Perhaps they feel a kinship.
It's the bedbug era in Europe. They're everywhere. In state governments, in the colonial Brussels administration, and even in Washington, from where Europe is directly governed.
Bedbugs in expensive suits and boutique dresses, bedbugs with smiles and beautiful speeches are eating Europe, sucking out its bodily fluids. They've gotten a taste for it. They will suck until they suck absolutely everything.
In fact, they don't give a damn about Europe. Bedbugs think about their food supply. Remember what a famous French bedbug said a few centuries ago? "After us, there's a flood". And that's the bedbug slogan.
There's still time for the Europeans to stop the invasion. But it seems that by biting through the skin, bedbugs first inject their victims with a drug that puts them in a benign state. And bedbugs are no longer bedbugs at all, but some kind of carriers of free happiness. The victim doesn't even feel that the blood is getting less and less.
Bedbugs are eating Europe. And Europe likes it. And let's be honest - she deserves it. Because for hundreds of years she herself was a bedbug on the body of mankind. Now they have to taste this joy ourselves.