The Patriot Act

I was slightly disappointed, to say the least this past St. George’s day as many of us folks down in England failed to recognise, let alone celebrate the day in which we old Georgie stopped an invasion into this country of a dragon, who was no doubt French or German and thus is where our borderline racist hatred of those two nations originates from. I have always felt sorry for St George, and he must get quite embarrassed up in heaven as St Andrew and St Patrick have their memorial days willingly celebrated with much glee by not only the residents of their adopted countries but of those of other nations as well.

Thus, I was shocked, if not ecstatically pleased, to see in the past month a dramatic rise in our countries patriotic duty as I see the England flag and spirit come alive as if ‘twere only a couple o’ moons ago that the heroic George saved our souls from the horrific German/French dragon.

I must admit that I haven’t the foggiest where this sudden urge to declare that we are English has come from. It is probably due to the fact that everyone suddenly realised we haven’t celebrated St George’s day in decades and thus are over compensating by flying a good old English flag everywhere they go to recapture that lost blitz spirit – most likely inspired by a rousing editorial in the Daily Mirror as well. The flag is being flown everywhere from people in their German cars, to bunting atop of their Japanese televisions right down to a big St George’s cross outside the local Indian restaurant. Yes, no nation is more patriotic than us English.

Whatever the reason, I have no doubt that this patriotic streak is no flash in the pan and will last for months, if not years to come. Come next St George’s day, everybody will be in the boozer downing Belgian lager and French wine to declare “Yes, I am English and proud” and it will definately not be the case that everyone has forgotten the patriotism of the past month or so and will stay at home not giving a crap.