reversity

the scrambling and panickedly mannered act(s) of instituting fiercly corrective measures, laws, by-laws, see you later-laws, get the fuck out-laws, rules, by-rules, get the fuck out-rules, city and statewide ordinances, by-oridinances, good-bye motherfucker ordinances and any other discomforting unpleasant unwelcomness contemplatable, conjurable, craftly worded, so-tobeit a legislatable, any-something any-somehow to convey any-possible-somehint of displeasure by formerly friendly welcoming townfolk, who've decided diversity wasn't such a great idea after all and are one rudeness away from becoming a pitchfork, hatchet, axe and flaming lit-torch carrying mob thanks to the (placement) arrival of less than flexible (to put it lightly) new arrivals that have “culturally enriched” their new adoptive community, the way a large uranium spill might.

They had, had enough of the 7th century time traverls and had devised a streamlined stealthy plan of reversity to send them back to the correct time-zone!