Ah yes. This tweet from @badjournalism links to one of those rather nasty Facebook groups that have sprouted up like smelly mushrooms all over the place. It's called - and I think the capital letters are important - YOU'RE IN OUR COUNTRY SO SPEAK OUR F*CKING LANGUAGE. You know the kind of thing. Sometimes you see people you vaguely know - wives of second cousins, or people who know someone you used to work with, whom you met once at a party and thought were vaguely humorous - joining these groups, and you think, Jesus, really?
It's the age-old 'them and us' terminology. "You're" in "our" country... I wonder if these are the kind of folk who would follow through this logic to its natural conclusion - speaking Welsh if they ever popped over to Cardiff, for example, or learning any Spanish other than DOSS KERVEZZOS MATE when on holiday in Eye-beef-ah - or whether they'd just carry on blaring away in English as loudly as possible, getting more and more irate with someone who didn't understand every thundering word of Essex-twanged* English?
You can link it with the idea people have that the English are somehow some kind of pure-bred race, the so-called 'indigenous' population. English is a mongrel language, ever-changing and adapting, which is what makes it so successful. I'd argue that's what makes Britain, or England, so successful also: the ability to absorb and incorporate other languages, and other cultures.
Like immigrants entering the country, loan-words enter the language, and become a great success. Do the members of this Facebook group never talk about bungalows, chutney, ginger or kebabs? Or do they use those words and have no idea where they might come from? Or don't they care? Maybe it's a "some of my favourite words come from abroad" kind of an attitude; I don't know.
The country belongs to everyone, as far as I'm concerned. It's no more 'mine' than it is anyone else's. And as far as words go, the more new ones that arrive, the greater our beautiful language will be enriched. You're in our country, do what you bloody well like. Just make sure you don't spend too much time reading the rubbish written by the twats on that Facebook group, or you'll get the wrong idea about English people.
* I've got nothing against the fine people of Essex. It's just an example. Although I did once have an unpleasant evening in Hornchurch. Not that anyone's ever had a good one, I'll wager.