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What does being English mean to you?
England has many traditions and icons that it is globally famous for, such as the Queen, unpredictable weather, St George or its emblematic national meal, fish and chips. But this is only one part of the picture.
England is a country of rich history and vibrant modern culture and to celebrate the country’s patron saint, we would like you to share your thoughts on what you it means to be part of this nation. What does being English mean to you?
It means living in a land where 10% of the population have 90% of the wealth, and the other 90% of the population has to scratch around in the dirt to get a share of the 10% that is left over.
It means being told we should all recycle while the politicians talk about diluting fuel with bio-fuels which may well prove detrimental to the environment.
It means living a world where booze is legal even though it turns people in to slavering maniacs but god forbid anybody should smoke cannabis which simply chills them out.
It means hearing about how we should all “tighten out belts” while some arrogant toad of a prince uses a Chinook helicopter funded by the tax payer to ferry his friends to stag parties and go visit his girlfriend.
It means seeing vast numbers of people subsisting on the bread line while over-stuffed politicians draw massive salaries for doing very little.
It means listening to those same politicians talk about how “we” are off to war again when it’s only ever the workers who end up on both ends of the bayonets.
It means living in a land where there sometimes seems very little hope, and glory is something associated with a bygone age.
This is binge Britain, home of the chav, where teens ride by on pedal bikes and shoot 11 year old boys to death, the police have become uniformed tax collectors and road marshals instead of enforcers of common law and the old, the infirm and the weak the length and breadth of the land are often terrified to venture out of their homes after dark.
But as long as we continue to queue in an orderly fashion everything should be okay, eh?
I could go on.
And on, and on.
But in the end, who cares?
I love this nation. I would put my life on the line for it.
But some days I just don’t like it very much. And this is one of them.
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