I wouldn't place too much store in The Sun newspaper as being representative of the entire British nation Skybird. While it does feature some very clever writing and some great sub-editing, it's also aimed at people with an average reading age of 13, so it's hardly the choice of the intellectual. Unfortunately, it is very often the choice of the great majority of 'readers' (using the term loosely here) in the UK.
Having been a sub-editor and newspaper writer in the past, from a purely professional standpoint, I always at least admired The Sun in terms of how it was well on target with its style as far as writing in such a way as to appeal to the market it was going for was done, even if I didn't actually agree with where it was coming from politically.
It's a fact that sub-editors and journalists on The Sun get paid more than their broadsheet (now Berliner format - note the irony) format newspapers, as to write in that bigotted 'Don't mention the war'-style does require a lot of clever word plays and jokey rhyming headlines, even if it does rely too much on worn out cliches. As a case in point, everyone remembers The Sun's headline from Tuesday May 4 1982 (GOTCHA) with regard to the sinking of the Argentinian battleship General Belgrano by HMS Conqueror, but you'll look a long way to find anyone who could tell you what The Times headline was for that story on the same day. It's the nature of newspapers.
Personally, I have a lot of German friends and do speak a little German (and I do mean a little), but I know that this probably puts me in a minority in England. And I do have a German Shepherd Dog too, if that offers you any consolation. Incidentally if you think it's bad in your country to have to put up with this kind of thing, you should try living here, where they never goddam shut up about the 1966 World Cup. It's really tragically embarassing that some people should have to hark back that far to find something to cling to.
I for one will quite happily meet you in no-man's land for a friendly game of footy. That WW1 footy game on the battlefield between 'Tommy and Fritz' - when there was some true comradely friendship shown between the UK and Germany - was far more worthy of remembering than the one in 1966, and I don't even know who won that one.
Besides, you do make better cars than us and my wife won't drive anything that doesn't have a Mercedes-Benz badge on the front.
Chock
