I believe this little poem says it all...I used to bemoan the fact that I was not born speaking French or German or some other useful language. Then I grew up and became a writer and learned exactly why I was so blessed to have been born speaking English....I can't think of a stupider language to try to learn. We have no rhyme or reason to the why we do the things we do, and we can't defend ourselves. It's an entirely illogical language made up of the droppings of other languages and societies...and yet I love it. So here's the the English Language! May it ever live on to befuddle future generations of foreigners.