Chewin in the Chung

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From across the Atlantic, The Ferrett does England

In America, we absolutely hate our government, and in return it hates us. We largely view the government as a necessary evil, something that should help us out when we need it? But in the end, it?s a faceless bureaucracy and we despise it. In return, our government tries to be cool ("Crack is whack!"), but largely it just issues demands that we have to follow or fuck you, buddy.

Whereas the impression I get here in London is that the Brits actually like their government, in much the same way they?d like a sheepdog with queer habits. Oh, it's inefficient as all hell, and it makes a lot more noise than you?d think for the amount of work it gets done, but in the end there's a strange fondness for this great exertion of manpower. It may not be the best, and certainly it?s full of stupid twats, but in the end it's theirs.