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« Reply #25 on: July 30, 2005, 05:16:07 PM »

Ahh the golden age of the British Raj.  1 million starved in Ireland, 5 million in India, and countless millions in Africa.  Truly a golden age.  We certainly need more detached bureaucrats who can keep the savages in line.   
5 million? What a ridiculous figure. Or is that per decade? Grin

Just one particular famine out of many- I was alluding to the 1870's famine.  It was very kind of the British to guard the grain and not artificially inflate prices.

Ahhhh yes... the ideological insanity of the Empire's bureaucrats managed to kill off sooooo many people in the 19th century.

And the best part was that, to the bureaucrats, the natives died from their own primitive, pre-British, way of life.


This song came into my mind:  God bless England


Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace and love
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
Of a land that reigns all lands above
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
May peace and plenty be her share
Who kept our homes from want and care
Oh, God bless England is our prayer
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day


Chorus:
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
So we say "hip hooray"
Come and listen while we pray (1st chorus only)
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day


Now our fathers oft were naughty boys
For pikes and guns are dangerous toys
At Ballinahabwee and at Bunker's hill
We made poor England cry her fill
But old Brittania loves us still


God bless England so we pray (remaining choruses)


Now, when we were savage, fierce and wild
She came as a mother to her child
Gently raised us from the slime
And kept our hands from hellish crime
And she sent us to heaven in our own good time


Well, now Irish men forget the past
And think of the day that's coming fast
When we shall all be civilized
Neat and clean and well advised
Oh, won't mother England be surprised?

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