Posted on 04/23/2008 10:15:44 AM PDT by forkinsocket
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If the EU wishes to become a superstate then, of course, the nation state — its natural enemy — has to go. In its place comes a vast phalanx of somewhat ill-defined racial types, clamouring for recognition — from Catalonia, the Basque region, Flanders and the two Galicias, from Transylvania, from Friesland, Brittany, Wales, Scotland and Ireland, ad infinitum. And lastly, not quite sure why they are there at all, or how they might be defined, that quietly clamouring horde from England. The English.
Do you have a St George’s flag to hand? They have become most fecund of late, and not just at football matches or tattooed upon the hollow skull of an NF skinhead. St George — and ‘Englishness’ — have been rescued from the far Right, so we are told. As Britain dissolves and across Europe an ever-growing number of hitherto unheard-of nationalities proclaim their identity and their pride, it has become sort of OK for us English to do the same. But I’m not sure the whole thing has been rescued from the far Right; braggadocio about one’s supposed racial type, and all the implied spite which sooner or later accompanies it, is no less objectionable when it comes from a Labour politician than when it comes from John Tyndall. We’ve all migrated to the Right.
This quintessentially tribal stuff, of people identifying with one another on the narrowest, the slenderest, the most atavistic and baseless of principles, was for a considerable while submerged beneath much bigger ideas. Communism, for example, in which — theoretically at least — racial allegiance was evidence merely of false consciousness, to be contained either by a grand ideal or brutality or both.
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Well Yeah!
It makes perfect sense, all those old horror movies that take place in Transylvania, all those evil doctors all had British accents.
Union Jacks are reproducing? Everywhere, or just in Transylvania?
In Transylvania?
Somehow I am picturing undead, vampire Union Jacks.
That are reproducing. Fortunately, they can't cross the ocean, so we're safe here. Unless it spreads to Palmetto flags ...
The Union Jack is the British flag - the one with the red white and blue. The St George Cross (the red cross on a white background) is the English flag.
Oh, thanks. Alabama.
There is something fundamentally un-english about waving flags around in other peoples faces, whooping and proclaiming our our pride at being the nationality that we are to all and sundry like the Americans. IMHO, that sort of thing is best left to foreigners and our more excitable celtic cousins. We are english after all.
We know who we are, there’s no need to rub it in the noses of those less fortunate than ourselves.....
Some people yearn for the yoke of oppression; that is the problem.
Happy St George’s Day to all the English on this Forum.
For all the English on the list - a little Flanders and Swan
“The English, the English, the English are best
I wouldn’t give tuppence for all of the rest.
The rottenest bits of these islands of ours
We’ve left in the hands of three unfriendly powers
Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot
You’ll find he’s a stinker, as likely as not.
The Scotsman is mean, as we’re all well aware
And bony and blotchy and covered with hair
He eats salty porridge, he works all the day
And he hasn’t got bishops to show him the way!
The English, the English, the English are best
I wouldn’t give tuppence for all of the rest.
The Irishman now out contempt is beneath
He sleepes in his boots and he lies through his teeth
He blows up policemen, or so I have heard
And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third!
The English are noble, the English are nice,
And worth any other at double the price
The Welshman’s dishonest and cheats when he can
And little and dark, more like monkey than man
He works underground with a lamp in his hat
And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat!
And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much
Of French and the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch
The Germans are German, the Russians are red,
And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed!
The English are moral, the English are good
And clever and modest and misunderstood.
And all the world over, each nation’s the same
They’ve simply no notion of playing the game
They argue with umpires, they cheer when they’ve won
And they practice beforehand which ruins the fun!
The English, the English, the English are best
So up with the English and down with the rest.
It’s not that they’re wicked or naturally bad
It’s knowing they’re foreign that makes them so mad!”
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