Welcome to the home of the Crazy Englishman

Firstly some orientation:

My name is Bob and I live in Texas. I am English so I am often known as British Bob (that domain was taken) sometimes they say “That !##**#! Crazy Englishman!” So here I am. Being called British is just one of the daily slurs I have to endure in the United States of Amnesia. I am not Scots; I am not Irish and I am not Welsh. I am one of that extremely endangered breed………..English!

You will remember the English……….. Owned 2/3 of the world; invented the jet engine, radar, stood up to the French and the Germans in 3 world wars. Fish and chips, warm beer, “This green and pleasant land.” Unfortunately if it were left to successive governments in London, the English would cease to exist as a race. Political Correctness has run riot in Westminster until the average English subject (the people of the United Kingdom are not citizens they are subjects of the Queen) can no longer display their national flag without fear of recrimination from the authorities. If you fill in an official document (in 16 languages) which will ask your race, you cannot state that you are English. Welsh ok Scots ok Jamaican ok Outer Mongolian ok English no! If you are Scots you are welcome to celebrate St. Andrews day, Welsh St. Davids day and of course the Irish have St. Patricks day but each year the powers that be hope that St. Georges day slides through like a Romanian illegal immigrant. England has become a country that is ashamed of itself. The sad thing is that the average English man (or woman) in the street is very proud of their country and its heritage. I am one of those! Not British, not European but proudly English!

So now I live in Texas where I can fly whatever flag I like and the St. Georges Flag flies outside my house every day while I comment with my tongue placed very in my cheek