: : First you prattle on endlessly about the mean old capitalists and the misery and death and environmental destruction that they bring to the world, never once thinking that people that I happen to hold in high regard, maybe even people in my immediate family, are amongst those that you would classify as "capitalist's". : And? My grandfather was Haile Selassie's bank manager during World War Two. It doesn't mean I have to think he was right. You just have to look at pollution figures to see that industrial capitalism destroys the environment in double-quick time.
: :If you worthy's have some inherent right to point to the foibles of my culture, which I can assure you that I hold dear, then it's only fair play that I be allowed to point out the foibles of those people that you may hold in high regard.
: I'm English. I had family working in the Raj. And I'm criticizing them as hard as anyone here. Your point is?
But I'm not, as a matter of fact I happen to be a genuine Anglophile, despite my French-Canadian roots.
Seen from the comfortable perspective of one or two centuries after the fact, many observations can be made about the morality of this affair, or the immorality of that. Hindsight is a callow ego's claim to cosmic wisdom, or, monday morning quarterbacking sucks.
: : Now, anyone want to discuss the blessings of this country?
: Well, we have a lot of rain here; and some of the best farmland in the world; no poisonous snakes, no volcanoes and no other natural disasters worth speaking of.
: S'pretty idyllic, really.
Yeah, one of my wife's sisters married a Limey, they live someplace called Norwich...
None.
