British people hate happiness. You will not understand this country or its politics unless you first understand the deep vein of misery that runs through absolutely everything we do. We wallow in it. It’s why we eat that slop; it’s why we live in such ugly houses. The prevailing opinion on this island is that the absolute best and most wonderful time in our entire history was when all our major population centers were being bombed by the Luftwaffe. Most of all, though, we love to be disappointed.
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