Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Grow a set, England.
Right, let's get a few things straight before I dive into writing the drivel that's buzzing about my tiny brain. The following is not an attack against England, the English of English culture. Well, not directly anyway. My 'inspiration' came from a comment left by the Beast in response to a comment I left, over at Old Holborn's place. It got me thinking, which is never a good idea.
Up here in Scotland I feel that we are a bit detached from the problems 'down south'. I have never lived in England and have only visited a few times. Most of what I know I have gathered from the usual sources and more recently from the blogosphere. We have problems in Scotland of course, but I honestly think they are nothing compared to England. As far as I know there aren't any 'no go' areas for the indigenous population up here, immigration is not a huge deal and our councils don't really spy on us. We have no 'plastic plod', our laws seem a bit more swayed towards common sense and it is illegal for cars to be clamped.
Our health care seems to be far ahead of England, as is our care of the elderly. Free prescriptions for everyone is just around the corner, Wales and Northern Ireland have similar free prescription schemes. Further education is free at the point of use, (obviously it has to be paid for somehow, along with all the other 'good' stuff). My council tax bill has not risen for the third year in a row.
At this point, I would expect the usual barrage of comments screaming that the English tax payer is subsidising Scotland, that we get more than our fair share of the pot. I can see the logic in this, but as I am not numerically minded I will not start crunching figures. I'm not a pro Independence supporter, nor am I a pro unionist campaigner. I just want less government and petty rules, where-ever they come from.
In Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland our flags fly free and proud. The saltire can be found fluttering from flag poles at schools, public and private buildings up and down the land. No one would dream of ordering it to be taken down. No one would associate it with any terms ending in 'ist' or 'phobe'. In England it's a different story.
What happened to you lot? Why have you let this happen? Why aren't you out rioting in the streets?
As an 'outsider' looking towards England, I see a country that is ashamed of itself for no good reason whatsoever. A country that has no identifiable culture, or to be accurate, a culture that has been swept under the rug and ignored. All other cultures and practices are tolerated and celebrated.
I see a country that is being screwed into the ground, bled dry. Parasites from all over the world flock to it to share in the feast. England's colonial past and proud history are not taught in the schools. Children are taught to be ashamed of the past, embarrassed to be English.
All you can seem to muster is a few 'tut tut' letters to the local papers or a rant on the internet. Of course, there are a few exceptions. A few brave souls who dare to challenge and try to open other's eyes. To speak the truth.
I thought I had plenty to be angry about when I started my blogosphere 'career'.
Little did I know how bad it is down south. You guys must be foaming at the mouth with rage.
But, who allowed this to happen? Who allowed the erosion of freedom and liberty, the petty rules to creep in, the rise of the socialist utopia experiment that has back fired spectacularly in our faces, (your faces more than our faces).
Who allowed the little hitlers to control your lives? Who allowed them to brand your country's flag as a racist banner? Who allowed it all to go horribly wrong?
You did. The English.
Yes, be angry. Call me a 'Scotch Bastard' (the correct term is actually 'Scots' or 'Scottish' bastard), tell me that we get more from England than we give. Shout at me that the 'Scottish mafia' has controlled English and British politics for over a decade. You'd be right.
But who allows this to happen.
Yes, that's right. You. You let this happen. I say again. YOU!
Be angry at me or my country, but deep down you know it's your own fault.
Grow a set of balls and do something about it. For all our sakes.