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Are you proud of Britain?

Are you proud of Britain?

  • Yes!

    Votes: 2 33.3%
  • No!

    Votes: 4 66.7%
  • Undecided

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Total voters
    6
  • Poll closed .
COBALT_Blue said:
What really pisses me of is dog shit on pavements and mindless vandalism which makes our country look really bad and degenerate.

Arghhhh! Don't get me started on dog shit on the pavement!!!! Very annoying... But, come to think of it, if dog shit is something which annoys me the most about a country, then it can't be that bad!

As for vandalism, haven't seen much of it lately, to be honest.
 
Iemanja said:
Arghhhh! Don't get me started on dog shit on the pavement!!!! Very annoying... But, come to think of it, if dog shit is something which annoys me the most about a country, then it can't be that bad!

As for vandalism, haven't seen much of it lately, to be honest.


True you have a point there
 
You clearly don't live in London

Major Tom said:
You clearly don't live in South London!

Your right - I couldn't afford to live in London. I had to settle for second city. Now we have our own run down areas too you know.

What I meant by economic was we can't claim poverty in the same way as many of those seeking asylum and yes the wealth could and should be better distributed but the UK has always been a country where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Having said that, you can be poor but you can be provided for.

Whether you are rich or poor I am still trying to weigh up the advantages and disadvantages of being poor in the sun rather than poor in the dismal rainy and often depressing places where some of us live. The weather is often the biggest reason why people seek to escape abroad.
 
I have lived and worked in several euro countries (france, germany, belguim, spain, Portugal and very briefly in Russia) as well as in South Africa.

All in all the Euro countries were all OK and I can honestly say I recieved no "racist" comments in any of them ... except Spain. Though to be fair that was not the norm and in general they were OK. South Africa was weird... nice but not nice and I got the distinct impress had I not been British (or preferably Dutch) then it wouldnt have been as nice). BTW it seems to confuse a lot of our Euro Bretheren when you say you are Welsh, most of them have never heard of Wales.

I like the UK though there are things I would like to change about the country. If I were better at languages, and one law was changed, then I would probably choose to live in Germany though. There was just something about the place I liked.
 
COBALT_Blue said:
Your right - I couldn't afford to live in London. I had to settle for second city. Now we have our own run down areas too you know.

What I meant by economic was we can't claim poverty in the same way as many of those seeking asylum and yes the wealth could and should be better distributed but the UK has always been a country where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Having said that, you can be poor but you can be provided for.

Whether you are rich or poor I am still trying to weigh up the advantages and disadvantages of being poor in the sun rather than poor in the dismal rainy and often depressing places where some of us live. The weather is often the biggest reason why people seek to escape abroad.

And poverty is the biggest reason for people becoming trapped in large, run-down housing estates.
 
I hate Britain and everything it has stood for, presently and historically. Like the French, the Dutch, the Yanks and the Germans, we have stolen off every Country we could lay our hands on and, eventually, created what International mess we see today. The people of this Country have grown fat off the misery of others and still we continue to moniter and scrutinise immigration. Every minute of every hour of every day an assumed "asylum seeker" is either ridiculed or beaten to a pulp, sometimes even fatally wounded. British people buy products made in the third world, whether it be clothing or chocolate, from companies of whom pay their workers peanuts. Charity is formed from the temporary conscience of people who see people starving and having to walk for miles to fetch water, (the kind of people who tend to blame everybody from foreigners to bloody wimmin drivers, coz their bus is 10 minutes late) who find that it is enough to donate a fiver to help the greedy represent the needy. And cars? what the fucks that all about? Who told the general British public that it would be a fantastic idea if they all had cars to all point in one direction, of which cost a second mortgage and sometimes takes longer than walking.
There are many of us who hate knuckle dragging flag wavers from all parts. I feel that we, the world have fucked each other up the arse, but since I was born in this gigantic rock someone has decided to give a name to, I talk of this one. One day I will just rot into this rock, and then maybe I can say I am part of this country, but till then I have nothing to so with it, and refuse to recognise any system that says I have to, just like I will when it is eventually swallowed up by Europe
 
Poverty in large Estates

Major Tom said:
And poverty is the biggest reason for people becoming trapped in large, run-down housing estates.

I don't disagree with you. If we could all choose where we want to live and the environment we live in then we would probably change things but since we can't its all down to personal situations, class, attitude, job and other factors such as possible debt, criminal records etc etc the list is endless.

No one would out of choice want to be trapped in a run down housing estate but would someone trapped in a run down housing estate be any better than legging it to Spain or wherever only to end up in a run down housing estate in another part of the world?

If you can't make a go of things in the UK then what is different about working or living abroad? It all comes down to money in the end doesn't it.
 
Golden Opportunities in Britain

I am very proud of Britain. I think this is in part down to my tough upbringing. I worked on a cabbage farm since I was eight years old. My father was a dour and God fearing Evangalist who married a one armed Yugoslavian peasant from Skopje. She never spoke a word of English and still doesn't.

My father moved on in the late 1980's having eloped with a Tibetan Monk. I never heard from them again but I escaped from the cabbages. I was an only child until my mother re married again and I now have 4 step sisters and 3 step brothers.

I washed cars in the biting winds of the North East coast to earn money for the family and despite looking after my mother and her young siblings I was thrown out of house and home at the age of 18.

I moved to London and was going to sleep rough. Since then I have encountered nothing but kindness. I remember my first day in the capital. It was just after Halloween in 1987 and I found this old pumpkin which I wanted to slice up into pieces so I borrowed a meat cleaver I found at the back of the Chinese Restaurant and as I was returning to the rubbish skip for the pumpkin I bumped into a man who looked at me without saying a word and handed me the total contents of his wallet. Can you believe it. I am sure that meat cleaver was lucky.

With this kind donation I checked into a hotel. What luxury. I had never been in a hotel before. They had this thing called a bidet with fresh water pouring out of it that you could drink from.

On the second night I was in the lobby trying on some sun glasses that I never intended to buy and doing my best James Bond impression and watching my reflection off the shop window. I wondered if I could become an actor. Out of the blue a total stranger walks up to me and in perfect Slav he hands me a suitcase, shakes my hand and thanks me for all my work for the motherland. I thanked him also and praised the motherland profusely. I felt so good and warm that someone appreciated me and I never had the heart to tell this person that I didn't know what he meant. So uncanny that he should speak in a language I understood so well. It was almost as if he had singled me out from amongst the crowd.

Can you imagine my shock when I later opened the suitcase and found over a million dollars inside it, all in one hundred dollar bills. I was overwhelmed. The world is full of such caring and sensitive people. I cried with gratitude. It was meant for me after all. I must have met my guardian Angel.

In the morning I had a wonderful breakfast and contemplated my future. I would buy a house with a nice garden and open a Donkey Sanctuary. As I left the hotel that morning I was reminded how some people waste their time on the wrong things in life. I heard that two men had taken shots at each other and were arguing about money before being arrested by armed police and taken away. I think they were foreigners from some troubled country trying to purchase or sell arms. I am glad I at least kept to an honest way of life.

So you see. With this kindness showered upon me and a sunny outlook on life I can only be happy, content and caring and sensitive. Life has smiled on me. I even won a huge lottery prize two weeks ago to extend my farm and help lots of animals. I suppose all I now need is a wife to make my life complete.


:)
 
HarrisonSlade said:
Every minute of every hour of every day an assumed "asylum seeker" is either ridiculed or beaten to a pulp, sometimes even fatally wounded.

What a pathetic statement.
Do you have any evidence that one of these things occurs every hour of every day?
Ive currently been logged onto the internet for 15 minutes. Are you trying to tell me that in this time, in this country, 15 asylum seekers have been ridiculed, beaten to pulp or fatally wounded.
If you want to argue a point, good on you, but dont do it by blatently making things up!
 
Onslow said:
What a pathetic statement.
Do you have any evidence that one of these things occurs every hour of every day?
Ive currently been logged onto the internet for 15 minutes. Are you trying to tell me that in this time, in this country, 15 asylum seekers have been ridiculed, beaten to pulp or fatally wounded.
If you want to argue a point, good on you, but dont do it by blatently making things up!
My point also includes public namecalling, not just in front of the said people. I guess you will find that this would happen at every moment we breathe, especially since we have 60 million people live in this country, and that this country is, especially now, extremely racist.
 
Golden Opportunities in Britain

I am very proud of Britain. I think this is in part down to my tough upbringing. I worked on a cabbage farm since I was eight years old. My father was a dour and God fearing Evangalist who married a one armed Yugoslavian peasant from Skopje. She never spoke a word of English and still doesn't.

My father moved on in the late 1980's having eloped with a Tibetan Monk. I never heard from them again but I escaped from the cabbages. I was an only child until my mother re married again and I now have 4 step sisters and 3 step brothers.

I washed cars in the biting winds of the North East coast to earn money for the family and despite looking after my mother and her young siblings I was thrown out of house and home at the age of 18.

I moved to London and was going to sleep rough. Since then I have encountered nothing but kindness. I remember my first day in the capital. It was just after Halloween in 1987 and I found this old pumpkin which I wanted to slice up into pieces so I borrowed a meat cleaver I found at the back of the Chinese Restaurant and as I was returning to the rubbish skip for the pumpkin I bumped into a man who looked at me without saying a word and handed me the total contents of his wallet. Can you believe it. I am sure that meat cleaver was lucky.

With this kind donation I checked into a hotel. What luxury. I had never been in a hotel before. They had this thing called a bidet with fresh water pouring out of it that you could drink from.

On the second night I was in the lobby trying on some sun glasses that I never intended to buy and doing my best James Bond impression and watching my reflection off the shop window. I wondered if I could become an actor. Out of the blue a total stranger walks up to me and in perfect Slav he hands me a suitcase, shakes my hand and thanks me for all my work for the motherland. I thanked him also and praised the motherland profusely. I felt so good and warm that someone appreciated me and I never had the heart to tell this person that I didn't know what he meant. So uncanny that he should speak in a language I understood so well. It was almost as if he had singled me out from amongst the crowd.

Can you imagine my shock when I later opened the suitcase and found over a million dollars inside it, all in one hundred dollar bills. I was overwhelmed. The world is full of such caring and sensitive people. I cried with gratitude. It was meant for me after all. I must have met my guardian Angel.

In the morning I had a wonderful breakfast and contemplated my future. I would buy a house with a nice garden and open a Donkey Sanctuary. As I left the hotel that morning I was reminded how some people waste their time on the wrong things in life. I heard that two men had taken shots at each other and were arguing about money before being arrested by armed police and taken away. I think they were foreigners from some troubled country trying to purchase or sell arms. I am glad I at least kept to an honest way of life.

So you see. With this kindness showered upon me and a sunny outlook on life I can only be happy, content and caring and sensitive. Life has smiled on me. I even won a huge lottery prize two weeks ago to extend my farm and help lots of animals. I suppose all I now need is a wife to make my life complete.

:)

Hardly a typical experience though.
 
I prefer the irony of Pinette dismissing fascism as ancient history on another thread while resurrecting this thrilling debate from the urban archives as if it was a live conversation.
 
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