You guys have sort of touched on this, and at the risk of relighting the touchpaper, what are your views on this article I found last week ... I confess to having some sympathy for some of the sentiments expressed .... This article is written by a girl I went to school with ... didnt like her much
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THE cross of St George is everywhere today.
Emblazoned across (the widest of) torsos, in windows, fluttering flags on cars and plastered over shop fronts in a massive display of in-your-face national pride as we back our boys in Portugal in Euro 2004.
National pride. An admirable sentiment but a curious concept in a country so obviously going (gone) to the dogs.
Strange, that ? the deeper the spiral of depravity and under-performance, the louder the "Engerland, Engerland" chanting.
Mindless jingoistic boasting and flag-waving is at its height during any international football competition.
But claims of English supremacy is omnipresent among the too many ignorant bullies who jeer at refugees, asylum seekers and anyone who happens not to be white.
English pride has no scope for compassion, but cruelty and thuggishness are fine.
Ask those waving the flag of St George why they're proud to be English and they struggle.
"We're English and we're best, innit." At what exactly? Certainly not football.
Best at being morally depraved, educationally challenged, self-centred, workshy, bigoted, negatively critical of anything or anyone different, stifling of imagination, aggressive, lazy, angry, ineffective at running any public service, pathetically waiting for someone else to take responsibility? Now you're talking.
Zillionaire singer and songwriter George Michael says he is on the brink of selling up and quitting England because he finds it a "depressing" country.
The instinctive response is to defend our land and shout: "But Britain is great." But it isn't. There is little to boast about ? apart from breathtaking countryside, sites of natural beauty and ? errr? that's about it.
The headlines spell it out. We're a nation of lardy lumps gorging ourselves to death in front of the TV, which serves up and glorifies as entertainment the worst human traits ? bullying, swearing, cheating, depravity. Gordon Ramsey, Big Brother, I'm A Celebrity et al.
The idea of taking responsibility for our own health ? ie moving around more and refraining from chucking fat down our throats ? is regarded as an insult. We want the Government to ban the horrible food industry from poisoning us because we're too stupid to refuse to buy rubbish ourselves.
People are living in daily terror on degenerating estates, suffering humiliation, attacks, vandalism and abuse from neighbours from hell who terrorise entire communities. New anti-social behaviour orders are doing little to stop them.
Who can forget the story of one poor woman in Gorleston who had to sneak into her own home and cook supper by torchlight so teenage yobs who had been terrifying her didn't know she was home?
We're living in the midst of a rage epidemic where losing one's rag is socially acceptable. Self-control is no longer a virtue. Flying off the handle into a violent paddy at the slightest provocation is expected, rarely condemned, and viewed as hilarious.
Losing a car parking space now merits a temper tantrum. Take it a step further and we have the father who stabbed a man to death for accidentally standing on his child's foot.
But people turn a blind eye to crime, drug taking and vandalism.
Everything in Britain takes so long today. A phone call to your bank involves a battery of instructions, button pressing and maddening piped music, travelling any distance by road takes far longer than it should because of our ropey transport system (France, Germany, the USA get it right, why can't we?) and travelling by train costs an arm and a leg.
We're aborting babies developed enough to survive, pump our kids full of additives now proved to cause the barrage of behavioural problems faced in our classrooms every day, have a postal system that takes days to deliver mail (if at all), public services are weighed down by managers and a benefit system which pays out more than recipients could earn at work.
On the streets, people look scruffy, hopeless and miserable.
When Charles Saatchi's modern art collection worth tens of millions of pounds went up in flames Britain's reaction was: "Good riddance to bad art". Britain sblack personed because we are too bigoted to try to understand anything different and inventive. We applaud the obvious watercolours and pretty landscapes as art - anything that needs thought to understand, we ridicule.
We resent talent, achievement and ambition.
Yes, George, our nation is depressing, rotting and, I fear, beyond hope.
Rachel Moore .. Lowestoft Journal May 04