however, most Welsh people have nothing against the English people, and plenty against the monarchy and the government. sounds like she was just an ignorant racist.
Seems like the Brits at one time had the opinion that others like the Welsh, Scots and Irish were a few levels beneath them. One of my favorite Monty Python sketches was the one with the Welsh miners working in the mines and arguing about history!
First Miner: "Don't you talk to me like that, you lying bastard." He hits the second miner and a fight starts.
Second Miner: "You bleeding pig. You're not fit to be down a mine."
First Miner: "Typical bleeding Rhondda, isn't it. You think you're so bloody clever." They writhe around on the floor pummelling each other. The foreman comes in.
Foreman: "You bloody fighting again. Break it up or I'll put this pick through your head. Now what's it all about?"
First Miner: "He started it."
Second Miner: "Oh, you bleeding pig, you started it."
Foreman: "I don't care who bloody started it. What's it about?"
Second Miner: "Well ... he said the bloody Treaty of Utrecht was 1713."
First Miner: "So it bloody is."
Second Miner: "No it bloody isn't. It wasn't ratified 'til February 1714."
First Miner: "He's bluffing. You're mind's gone, Jenkins. You're rubbish."
Foreman: "He's right, Jenkins. It was ratified September 1713. The whole bloody pit knows that. Look in Trevelyan, page 468."
Third Miner: "He's thinking of the Treaty of bloody Westphalia."
Second Miner: "Are you saying I don't know the difference between the War of the bloody Spanish Succession and the Thirty bloody Years War?"
Third Miner: "You don't know the difference between the Battle of Borodino and a tiger's bum." They start to fight.
Foreman: "Break it up, break it up." (he hits them with his pickaxe) I'm sick of all this bloody fighting. If it's not the bloody Treaty of Utrecht it's the bloody binomial theorem. This isn't the senior common room at All Souls, it's the bloody coal face." A fourth miner runs up.
Fourth Miner: "Hey, gaffer, can you settle something? Morgan here says you find the abacus between the triglyphs in the frieze section of the entablature of classical Greek Doric temples."
Foreman: "You bloody fool, Morgan, that's the metope. The abacus is between the architrave and the aechinus in the capital."
Morgan: "You stinking liar."
Another fight breaks out. A management man arrives carried in sedan chair by two black flunkies. He wears a colonial governor's helmet and a large sign reading 'frightfully important'. All the miners prostrate themselves on the floor.
Foreman: "Oh, most magnificent and merciful majesty, master of the universe, protector of the meek, whose nose we are not worthy to pick and whose very feces are an untrammelled delight, and whose peacocks keep us awake all hours of the night with their noisy lovemaking, we beseech thee, tell thy humble servants the name of the section between the triglyphs in the frieze section of a classical Doric entablature."
Management Man: "No idea. Sorry."
Foreman: "Right. Everybody out."
They all walk off throwing down tools. Cut to a newsreader's desk.
Newsreader: "Still no settlement in the coal mine dispute at Llanddarog. Miners refused to return to work until the management define a metope. Meanwhile, at Dagenham the unofficial strike committee at Fords have increased their demands to thirteen reasons why Henry III was a bad king. And finally, in the disgusting objects international at Wembley tonight, England beat Spain by a plate of braised pus to a putrid heron. And now, the Toad Elevating Moment."
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