Babel Fable

International relations are like tea leaves: often strained. But what do you expect when you start renaming each other just for the hell of it. What do you call your country? Deutschland? Right, well, ah, we’ll just call it Germany. I’d be kinda pissed if someone did that to me. John is it? Right, well, you’re more of a Timothy in this neck of the woods. Everyone’s at it, the French renaming the English, the English renaming the Welsh, the Welsh renaming themselves and the Americans renaming just about everything else. I think we should just agree the one set of names, and since English is the only language I speak, let’s go for that. Anyway, Deutschland is a bit of a mouthful.