The Englishman,Irishman and the Ukrainian

My husband, cockney Londoner that he is, has a partner at work; a Ukrainian, and their best buddy is a scrappy Irishman, who sometimes helps out on big jobs.

They are movers. They spend copious amounts of time driving their big moving truck across Southern California. They get bored. They talk. Not one of them is a citizen. They can't vote. They are all LEGAL!!!! residents though. And to tell you the truth, none give one flying fig about politics usually. My poor husband gets enough from me, when they get together on a move, they talk about "football"(soccer) and whatever else it is that guys talk about. : )

Today my husband gave me this little gem, after a hard days work with his mates:

Me: F*ck this Iran crap(bleep,bleep,bleepity bleep).
Husband: Yeah!!!!
Me: Do you even know about that which what I speak????
Husband: Yeah, "B", "K" and I; we decided how we'd fix everything.
Me: Yeah? How?
Husband: Finish up as best we can by the end of the year in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Me: Ummm Hummmm. Uh, o.k.
Husband: Then proceed to remove all troops from every base on the planet.
Then cut all foreign aid. Everything. Not one dime to another country. No more help. No more outsourcing jobs, nothing to anyone.
Me: All of them, everything?
Husband: Yup. Then seal our borders so tight air won't get through. Round up those bloody wankers who think they are better than, and more entitled than us(the three of them), and throw them all out. Let the U.N. deal with all the bullsh*t. (I laughed hard there, you know that brittle false laugh when something is so, NOT funny).
Me: And?
Husband: Get on with it. F*ck everyone else.Innit.

From the mouths of "babes". So direct. So honest and so true.