Jasper...you are a prize prick...and also, lacking knowledge of your own mother tongue...i do not hate what i am in any way. I revel in it, constantly...as for your comparison to England. I will use England, as Britain implies a hug for soctland, wales and ireland, which is not at all Proper, or realistic..the majority of my english brethren are rugged fuckers, who love me precisely because, like they are with their fists, i am with my words, as in honest. So perhaps you have grown in a situation of ignorance and ignorants...that is not your fault, ol' chap...its simply that you are a victim of circumstance. Having grown in kent, in brighton, and in longsight (manchester) I am well aware of the darker aspects of England. I am part of those darker aspects, and if you are only connected to a realm which sees emotions as solely for pyschiatrists, then you are unfortunate, and pitiful, and to some very small extent, I feel for you./...EVERYONE who persists in a westernized realm, persist in a realm which suggests, demands, that feelings are hidden./..yet the sorry truth of the matter is...that thoughts are often interesting, but when push comes to shove, in all matters of meaning, FEELINGS ARE EVERYTHING...to assume anything different is nothing to do with nationality, its solely to do with a demented desire to validate an upbringing and exposure to humanity which has led you far away from yourself....