I'm sorry, Brits, for my little humorous complaint and surly little song of some weeks back.
It's truly heartwarming to see you, my semi-adoptive country about whom I complain so much, collectively thrust your chins in the air once again and say in the loudest possible voice "We will not be cowed, intimidated, or otherwise fucked with. We thumb our nose at your wretched little ideology, knowing it's doomed. We mourn our dead, but we're still laughing all the way. We fart in your general direction, and call your Tube-bombing activities a silly thing. Fuck you, really."
More importantly, it's admirable to watch you gnash your national teeth without rattling your sabres and slapping the Union Jack all over the damn place, something potato-head Americans would be wise to emulate. I like Tony Blair. A lot of Brits might say he's Dubya's snivelling little lap dog. I think not. The boy's got some class. Dubya is a human rutabaga and nothing more. Makes me wish Dan Quayle had run for president.
And once again another huge world event nudges up against my life. My brother got on the train just before the Edgware Road train that blew up. Although it obviously could have been much worse, I hate that. I just hate that.
And oh yeah... our president is still a fucking idiot. IDIOT! Just gotta throw that in once in a while, just to get it out.
Posted by eric at July 10, 2005 10:39 PM