Thal, you are a lone voice of wisdom. I think it's about time you and I buggered up this thread. It needs to be suffocated. Here's a nice poem about the English, with due deference to Michael Flanders and Donald Swann. It has nothing at all to do with God Warrior.
THE ENGLISH
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 English, the English, the English are best;
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
The Scotsman is mean, as we're all well aware;
He's boney and blotchy and covered with hair.
He eats salty porridge, he works all the day
And 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 our contempt is beneath;
He sleeps 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 moral, the English are good
And clever and modest and misunderstood.
The Welshman's dishonest, he cheats when he can;
He's little and dark, more like monkey than man.
He works underground with a lamp on his hat
And sings far too loud, far too often, and flat.
The English, the English, the English are best;
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much
For the French or 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 noble, the English are nice,
And worth any other at double the price.
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 spoils all the fun.
The English, the English, the English are best;
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad;
It's just that they're foreign that makes them so mad.
The English are all that a nation should be,
And the pride of the English are Donald (Michael) and me.
The English, the English, the English are best;
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.