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.