Philosophy in Motion: St George and the Day That Slipped the Nation The English sent St George. That’s how the story goes. Not borrowed, not begged for sent. Not a saint of soft borders and shifting allegiances, but of iron will and sharpened lance. A symbol, not of empire or exclusion, but of resistance and moral clarity, wielding courage where confusion reigns. So imagine the national chuckle when we found ourselves once again celebrating St George's Day a week early. Why? Because Easter took precedence, and in these muddled modern times, we apparently can’t manage two things at once. True Englishmen knew. But our government didn’t. It’s comic, really. The Prime Minister, with all the gravitas of a game show host, stood up to congratulate Christians for Easter as though they were a separate group, an affiliate branch of the British project rather than its backbone. He said Easter helped “make Britain.” A baffling statement, considering that Christianity and Britain evolved together. To divorce one from the other is like separating the egg from the yolk and expecting a full English breakfast. This is identity politics at its most tragicomic. ...