[b]Update II: 22:41, 21/6/14: A failure of reading the [i]#'s and spoiler[/i] has led me to employ [i]Reaper Logic[/i].[/b]
The following is a [MESSAGE FROM THE QUEEN?]
To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.
In light of your failure in recent years to nominate competent candidates for President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately. (You should look up 'revocation' in the Oxford English Dictionary.)
Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except North Dakota, which she does not fancy).
Your new Prime Minister, David Cameron, will appoint a Governor for America without the need for further elections.
Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.
To aid in the transition to a British Crown dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:
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1. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour,' 'favour,' 'labour' and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters, and the suffix '-ize' will be replaced by the suffix '-ise.' Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up 'vocabulary').
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2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ''like' and 'you know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S. English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter 'u'' and the elimination of '-ize.'
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3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.
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4. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can't sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you're not ready to shoot grouse.
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5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
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6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.
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7. The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.
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8. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.
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9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable, as they are pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth - see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.
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10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialect in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.
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11. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies).
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12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the sting out of their deliveries.
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13.. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.
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14. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).
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15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.
God Save the Queen!
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[Koldraxon has facepalmed due to 2muchhumour4me]
Origin/source: https://www.michaelyon-online.com/a-message-from-the-queen.htm
Do not take this seriously.
Edit 1: 20:34, 21/6/15: [Too many replies]. Imperial Kal'eon Lockdown imminent.[/spoiler]
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0/10, didn't mention Jeremy Clarkson. Also: >fly to the UK for a road trip with some friends >only airline food available is lukewarm lager, cold tea and stale crumpets >attempt to ask for better food, flight attendant threatens to smack me in the gobber >no in-flight movie available, forced to watch 6-hour Top Gear marathon instead >headphones not working, flight staff decide to play the audio through loudspeaker >6 hours of Jeremy Clarkson yelling about muslims >order some reading material to distract myself from all the subliminal messages telling me that england prevails >all they have is daily mail >frontpage headline: "PARLIAMENT VOTES TO BE ANNEXED BY SAUDI ARABIA, PRINCE CHARLES IS AN ALIEN" >subliminal messages from Top Gear finally take effect >British passengers fly into a frenzy, gang up on the one guy wearing a turban >turban man tries to explain that he is a Sikh >they don't listen, beat him to a bloody pulp >scottish passenger screams "ALBA GU BRACHT!" at the top of his lungs, rips the Sikh gentleman's chest cavity open and uses his blood to paint a gaelic tribal tartan on his face >some of the blood accidentally splashes on my forehead >order a towel to wipe it off >suddenly: "OI! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!" >passengers start to attack me >i make a run for the washroom >scramble inside, lock door behind me >passengers have gone into all-out celtic/saxon multicultural berserker rage >they pound on the door with all their strength >fish around in my pockets for anything to hold them off >find spare toothbrush >slide it under the door >they take one look and disperse, fleeing back to their seats to watch more top gear >hide in the bathroom until landing >arrive at london airport around 11AM >everyone starts disembarking >i wait until they're gone, then quickly make my way off the plane >see friend holding up a sign with my name on it >last name has a lower case t in it >police arrive >charge friend a 500 pound fine for offensive belittling of religious symbol >suddenly they see his nametag >has a lower case c in it >police think it's a crescent moon >mace my friend, drag him off to prison for islamophobia >have to take the bus to reach my hotel >bus is full of chavs skipping school >they all blast various sex pistols tracks from their iphones >insist on singing out loud in thick cockney accents >pull a knife on me when i ask them to stop >move up to the front of the bus >bus driver is drinking gin straight from the bottle >"umm excuse me sir...isn't it dangerous to drive under the influence?" >"U WOT M8?" >bus driver downs gin on one swig, breaks the empty bottle against the dashboard and attempts to stab me >nothing but a plastic water bottle to defend myself with >wave it out in front of me >bus driver becomes terrified, flees by jumping out one of the windows >bus swerves wildly >small indian man in a business suit jumps forward to catch the wheel >we narrowly avoid hitting a lamp post >chavs enjoy the ride, begin singing "anarchy in the UK" in unison >one chav begins to hold hands with his pregnant 15-year-old girlfriend >muslim at the back of the bus sees them, becomes outraged >pulls out a scimitar, beheads the brave indian fellow >takes off his jacket to reveal a huge bomb strapped to his chest >"I WILL SEND ALL YOU SINNERS TO ALLAH!" >suddenly, scottish guy from the plane appears from the back of the bus >kicks muslim in the balls so hard he breaks his toe >bus swerves wildly >I ask if anyone knows how to drive >no one even has a license >bus crashes into a post office >i am the only survivor >crawl out of the wreckage >police arrive >see that I have red hair, assume that I'm with the IRA >spend the night in jail >go to court the next day >judge is drinking gin from the bottle, jury is full of teenage chavs >judge slurs "thish irish man was-" >jury immediately votes guilty >judge passes out >sentenced to 20 years in prison >apply for parole >they ask if I'm sorry for what I've done >I say yes >they shorten my sentence by 17 years >give me a cell to myself >pristine white hot tub, cable TV and internet access >try to watch some porn to pass the time >knife shoots out of the computer screen >castrates me >I writhe on the floor in pain >coppers take me to the emergency room >spend 2 weeks on waiting list >they cauterize my wound with boiling whisky >ask me if I'd like to drink the leftovers >I politely decline >suddenly they realize I'm not Irish >receive royal pardon >get to fly home in first class >police drive me to the airport >suddenly, alien mothership appears over london >viewscreen lowers >it's prince charles >he orders that all life on earth be exterminated >[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg8M-8BqTGs]hear some weird noises[/url] UK, never again.