I’d like to think of this post as my 4th of July, commemorative, post.  After all, on this day, each year, we celebrate throwing out the Brits by consuming so much food and alcohol that if we had to do it again, I’m not sure we’d be physically capable.  It’s hard to fight when you can’t feckin’ move.   So, almost a year ago, I spent close to 2 years living in Britain.  Specifically, I was living in Scotland.  Never mind, that the Scottish would also like to kick out the English.  I know because they told me this almost daily.  However, that is another matter entirely.  For the most part, I love the English, give or take a pompous j-hole or two.  I…