Richard:
Oh for God's Sake, you can't be serious. Mark didn't forget Scotland--it's just that he can't see that it should be taken seriously---not yet anyway. Maybe in another couple of hundreds years. Scotland is just some cold windswept area with golf courses with cow, sheep, rabbit and dog turds all over them, and men who wear skirts and blow on loosely sewn animal skins and shit. This kind of place cannot be taken seriously when we're comparing it to the Great ENGLAND!
"If I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever ENGLAND. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts of England
given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends: and gentleness,
In hearts at Peace, under an English heaven."
Rupert Rivere
And God save all English Kings and Queens, and please Dear God don't let that incompetent "waste of oxygen" and waste of beautifully tailored cottons and wools and linens and silks, Prince Charles, and his conniving whore anywhere near The Throne! If he didn't actually murder that sublime example of English womanhood, it should nevertheless be assumed he did---in a manner of speaking, of course. (I believe the problem with that balding weasel-faced wastrel is he spent far too much of his important minority and early majority in Scotland, where ultimately nothing good comes of IT)
Quite!