When Did You Become an American (if you did)?

March 18, 2006

I became an American, in Lee Harris' terms, when I gave a group of teenage hitchhikers in the Midlands of England (don't ask) a long ride North, and listened to them explain to me that American women are brash and selfish and disgusting. They knew, they watched the imported syndicated situation comedies.

"Uh..."

"No, we've seen them."

They didn't offer anything but their opinions. They didn't say thank you when they were delivered to the City Centre in Manchester.

They're almost pensioners now, in the sad shadow Britain has become.

Courtesy Relapsed Catholic

Update: Will, at One Cosmos, relates a brief correspondence with Fatima-phobic Euro Woman.

Comments

[Horace Jeffery Hodges]

I became an American when I saw how the European left temporized during the Balkan crisis because -- as one finally admitted to me -- if they were to call for intervention, then NATO would have to do it, and "We're against NATO."

So much for their much-vaunted opposition to fascism...

Jeffery Hodges

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