On the English

Let me preface this by saying that when I criticize nations, I exempt the poor and working class. I'm something of a class traitor, in that I think the majority of jobs that actually matter are not particularly glamorous or lucrative. I took a bet that if I endured poverty for a while, I might gain independence if I became a competent writer. Although I've yet to benefit financially, I can honestly say that I'm content with the work I've done, and I wouldn't trade places with anyone. For a long time I was very concerned that my work might be memory-holed, just discarded, but I'm pretty sure that won't happen now, so I'm more than satisfied. My mom used to say "You can't change the world," but I'm pretty sure I fixed it singlehandedly. 

With that caveat, I have a few words to say about the English. I don't say British, because I don't want to give them human shields in the form of the Irish, who are not so bad. But England became Satanic 500 years ago, and they have been doubling down ever since. When Henry VIII, of all people in the world, made himself head of the church and seized hundreds of monasteries, the support network for England's poor, it was a breach with God that has yet to be healed. And they know it, and it has deranged their brains.

When that snake Dawkins says "Why are you hiding from me, God?" - setting aside the fact that you're a snake, so naturally you can't see higher things - I would turn it around on him and say "Why have you been hiding Francis Bacon from the educated world all these many years? That was God, the best person your nation ever produced, and you have treated him absolutely abysmally. It's a perfect microcosm of your whole country." What did Bacon say? "The great atheists are indeed hypocrites, ever handling holy things but without feeling, so as they must needs be cauterized in the end."

I'm something of a P.G. Wodehouse scholar, I regard him as a prophet, the very voice of God. I've read him more than any other author, by far, I've even read all three of his autobiographies, Bring On the Girls, Performing Flea, and Over Seventy. But that is an England that never existed, and - surprise! - the English ran him out of the country, and he finished his days as an exile in America.

And I would like to point out to the English that America has taken first place in literature in the 19th and 20th centuries; Melville and Poe in the former, and Eliot and John Kennedy Toole in the latter. Wodehouse was unquestionably the best prose writer of the 20th century, maybe of all time, but the single best novel is A Confederacy of Dunces, it stands alone in terms of characters, plot, dialogue, and originality. It's scripture, and I mean that literally, it's God's satire on Jesus.