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TheMsScarlet -> RE: How many lunatics (10/28/2007 5:26:46 AM)
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ORIGINAL: seeksfemslave
Well MsScarlet you let it all out there didnt you lol. When Teddy read it he was quite upset and I had to comfort him so at least you have cemented our relationship.
I actually think your post is a little over the top with one exception and that is the aggression present in many young working class Brit. males. If the hard line middle classes could rest control back from the PC pansies and harness some of that aggression maybe our economy would be in a much more robust state.
By the way I am of working class background and live in but am not really a part of a modest respectable working class area.
Well, I'm glad at least that you and Teddy are back on good terms. If only the economy could be wrangled back into shape with the same ease that we set the world to rights in our posts or in bars.
Unfortunately the great, unwashed masses (as they are often referred to over here) tend to be very tribal in nature. They and their ofspring thrive on gossip, inuendo, agression and alcoholic furore. I have travelled the length and breadth of Britain, having family over most of it, and I have to say the further you get from London the further you get from civilisation or an educated response to life. There are whole cities over here that are filled with the kind of trogladite that you would never wish to meet.
I lived and went to school in what was then a very middle class area of London. We were a mixed race school in a realtively wealthy area, and wanted for very little. Yet racism was rife. I was shocked when I started at the high school, because I'd played with all races at my little school and never realised they were different. Suddenly I found myself under attack for having friend who were not white.
But I was also under attack because I was different. I spoke several languages, I read books, I did my homework, I got good grades and I chose not to mix with many of the kids who thought it amusing to spray graffiti, damage property or otherwise run wild. I had plenty of friends, and did lots of the usual social things, but we didn't feel the need to destroy things.
A lot of the children at this school came from a couple of nearby council estates, their families either knew each other or were related, and it made it difficult for people outside of that *group* because they would travel en masse and bully anyone who wasn't "one of them". A situation that occurs in most places I guess, but this one, being British, had a particular bent to it.
I still remember one of the kids ending up in hospital. He'd been a quiet kid, bookish, but accepted because he was the youngest of a family on the estate that were known for bouncing in and out of prison. Most of these homes, the only reading matter you'd find would be the TV guide. This kids Dad came home from the pub to find him doing his homework. Dad lost it completely, accused the son of trying to be better than him, of looking down on the family, and beat the crap out of him.
It is these people who go to Spain and bellow along the beach like bull seals. Who snap their fingers at waiters and yell "oy, Manuelle!" as though it was the only name ever granted to a Spaniard. It is they who demand - yes, demand - fish and chips, pie and chips, sausage and mash, none of that foreign muck, a good curry like at home (and no, most British curry isn't Indian, it was created by the Brits who went out there). It is they who drink steadily all day then wreak havoc in the nightclubs, screwing in the street, yelling loudly in quiet neighbourhoods, telling others to fuck off if they're asked to be quiet or swinging punches if they don't like the way you look at them. It is they who vomit their guts up then go back for more. They are the pint and a fight brigade who don't want to enjoy what the rest of the world has to offer. They simply want what they enjoy at home, but with sunshine and sand.
When you've had your hard worked for 2 weeks in the sun destroyed by these yobboes, then perhaps you and Teddy will understand why so many Brits choose to dissociate themselves from the soccer lout, lager swilling mass culture of this country.
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