You Brits make me sick. You lost; we won. End of story.
You'd like to think you could still be collecting your tea tax, harrassing innocent pilgrims, marching around with silly hats & sillier walks, muddying our language with "Knock me up in the morning, will you, mate?"
We deserved the right to exploit our own resources, drive while species into extinction, round up the natives and settle them on arid reservations. You might have us still driving little cars, living in modest row houses, digging subways under our cities, walking to local shopping districts.
Would you have come up with a Wall Mart? Think about it.
Get over it. Your brain's hypothermic from living at a constant 55 foggy degrees--like living in a bloody cave. It's the obvious of the old frog in a pot on a hot stove bit--except yours is in the fridge. When I step outside & it's 10 below or 120 in the shade, at least I know enough to do something about it. i can't just go out wearing the same old rumpled trenchcoat carrying a ratty umbrella pretending it's a temperate climate when you're only a few degrees south of the bloody arctic circle.
So take your wicked English humor somewhere else & leave us alone. We have enough problems.
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You Brits make me sick. You lost; we won. End of story. You'd like to think you could still be collecting your tea tax, harrassing innocent pilgrims, marching around with silly hats & sillier walks, muddying our language with "Knock me up in the morning, will you, mate?" We deserved the right to exploit our own resources, drive while species into extinction, round up the natives and settle them on arid reservations. You might have us still driving little cars, living in modest row houses, digging subways under our cities, walking to local shopping districts. Would you have come up with a Wall Mart? Think about it. Get over it. Your brain's hypothermic from living at a constant 55 foggy degrees--like living in a bloody cave. It's the obvious of the old frog in a pot on a hot stove bit--except yours is in the fridge. When I step outside & it's 10 below or 120 in the shade, at least I know enough to do something about it. i can't just go out wearing the same old rumpled trenchcoat carrying a ratty umbrella pretending it's a temperate climate when you're only a few degrees south of the bloody arctic circle. So take your wicked English humor somewhere else & leave us alone. We have enough problems.