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    Default Re: Happy St George's day my fellow englishmen

    A Very English Story.

    George, before the become Saint, was a Turk (Cappadocia). Coming in England probably illegally and without a proper job (worked in a pub as barman without been declared and pay taxes). Dealing with clients, serving at the bar providing ale, beer and other spirits he came up with this story that he killed a dragon.
    The English believed him. Surely dragons were alive in Cappadocia. None question the fact that the dragon was so old that it was probably a merciful killing if it happened as nobody else so a dragon in Cappadocia after this.
    Well, perhaps because another one killed a dragon, but where?
    St Michael, and he became the Saint of Paratroopers. And he was as Archangel… Anyway…

    It is probably a George’s story as other Georges sold the same story to Moscow and Serbia where St George is always Saint Protectors.

    Well, the fact is that England had a Saint. Saint Edward, aka The Confessor, and English native who doing a good job, curing the sufferers and the ecrouelles, basic job for Saints
    But he was English.
    When a Kings of Foreign extraction came to power in UK in 1066, it was thanks to him.
    And what did their ungrateful heirs? It started with Richard Heart of Lion. Yes, the one who wanted to sell London.
    They put this Turk at his job. They changed the locks of his office, gave him his P45, and the emigrant put the native out of job…

    BRING BACK EDWARD.
    STOP THE IMMIGRATION.
    ENGLISH JOB FOR ENGLIH
    Last edited by Brenus; 04-26-2010 at 21:35.
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