yeah, as fee said, “that is so lame about the freedom fries and freedom toast. those foods aren’t even originally french anyway. pff. stupid capital hill people don’t even know their food.” and these jackasses are running our country? what’s next? are were going to put american citizens of iraqi descent into internment camps for their “safety?” do we have to call “hamburger” salisbury steak again? fuck capital hill. i’m going to order my french fries with pride. i’m going to order my french fries in french!! je voudrais some god damn pomme frittes!! the more i think about it, the more i think that some marketing tard came up with that idea. it looks all cute and patriotic. but it’s a ignorant propaganda. and we should be proud of anything that mirrors some of our less than admirable behaviors during ww2.
i’m getting all worked up, aren’t i? that’s mostly cuz i don’t feel like working. i agree with everything i said above, i just don’t think i take it as seriously as it indicates. however, the french do love to hate us. most definitely. and they do love to protest everything we do. and maybe this is just a ploy to center them as a power in the new “united europe.” who the hell knows. its fun to hate america. there are lots and lots of reasons to do it. its chic. who wants to align themselves with the bourgeois spoiled americans? they have no sense of style, no sense of fashion. no sense of world politics. and they all line up to appear on jerry springer, have missing teeth and gun racks in their trucks. everyone american has a gun. and what’s with the women who try to look like barbie dolls? only an american would do that. again, back to the no style issue. heck, even americans like to hate the US. otherwise you are a hick, it’s all just cheap, over-marketed patriotism. right?
this is fun. let’s face it, no one is ever going to like us. we are that annoying, privileged, needy kid in school who had every answer. incessantly, waving his hand in class, or attention from the teacher. not noticing when other kids snickered behind his back. and then driving home in the ford focus he got for his sixteenth birthday. yup. that’s us.
oh well! i am not in favor of war. unless it boosts the economy and then i say, “hell yeah, mount up soldiers!!” it’s all about the bling bling, baby.