
I would like to nominate indolent immigration officers for a cunting. If you’ve travelled extensively I’m sure you will have come across the species I refer to. It’s a hot, sweaty climate. You’re tired and jet-lagged and you have the misfortune to choose the wrong queue at immigration. Whilst travellers in adjacent queues are processed quickly and efficiently your queue hardly moves.. Must be some arsehole with no visa or expired passport you think and crane your neck to see the problem. There’s a middle-aged lady being given the third degree by the immigration officer. She hasn’t got a long black beard and isn’t wearing a bed sheet. She doesn’t appear to be confused and doddery. After 5 minutes you hear the “thunk” of the visa stamped into her passport and think great, things will start moving now. Wrong! It takes the immigration officer another 5 minutes to process the next person – a young student with a backpack which the immigration cunt is laboriously rifling through? It takes him 5 minutes to process the next person – an elderly man whom the cunt requires to produce a hotel booking form and return flight ticket. Same lethargic and indolent treatment of every person in the queue. Thunk. So I start counting and find that for every one person the cunt processes the officers either side of him process five. Now I recognize immigration officers perform an important function and have procedures that must be followed. I have no problems with that. I also recognize that entering some countries can be very trying of your patience – ever been to Saudi? But this was a country that always brags about its cleanliness and efficiency. Yes, Singapore. Woodlands border control point to be precise. When I finally got to stand in front of this piece of shit he wanted me to recite and prove all the information that was on the immigration entry form in front of him. So I said “call your senior officer here now” Thunk. No says I. You are a lazy pompous arse behaving like a little dictator. Call your senior officer, I’m not moving. Cunt seizes my passport and telephones his boss. He knows I have a bus connection to catch and will now miss it so he smiles like the smug bastard he is. Inspector takes me upstairs to office. I relate my complaint about cunt’s attitude and say watch the CCTV coverage and you’ll see what I mean. Inspector does so. Calls the smug bastard off his desk. Takes me down to bus stop and ensures I get free bus ride into city. Apologises for the cunt as I leave. So don’t be harassed and bullied by little immigration officer cunts like Sgt(2) Ooi Jing Beng of the Singapore Immigration Control Authority, Woodlands checkpoint. Fuck off cunt.
Nominated by Fimbriations



