Final, comforting words to his countrymen.
We don't speak the Queen's English -- no obligation to -- and we don't apologize for our traditions, our sounds, our broad vowels or glottal stops or any of the confusing, different words we use for cars.
That's them. We're us.
And we write and sound like us, not them.
Thank you, WSB, American Writer.
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