TheoRy's Diary
posted Feb 12, 2016 19:45:16 GMT -6
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13 | SATURDAY January Winter |
IN WHICH I LEARN AMERICA IS TRULY TERRIBLE
First impressions are often the impressions that last the longest. They're the most critical of impressions.
So why is it, America, that my first impression of you has to be as miserable as the lards of fat that populate your lands? Whichever idiot created those questionnaires should be taken outside and shot, for no one would be moronic enough to answer they plan to commit terrorist actions. If I wanted to, I would have just done it.
Alas, common sense is as rare on American soil as people who speak proper English. They chew on their words as they chew on their burgers, as if the devil's on their heel and no haste in the world could ever be enough. They are a loud and boisterous bundle of manchildren, always eager to yell louder than the previous.
How could a nation of this sort even thrive? I suspect it doesn't. Underneath all their shouts of glory and freedom, under all that useless noise they produce, and under all the layers of fat there surely must be a quivering shadow of a man wondering when it's finally safe to look outside.
If they think at all. The more I look at these pigs, the more I believe they're driven only by an insatiable hunger for partaking in stupidity.
And oh, how Americans feast.
So why is it, America, that my first impression of you has to be as miserable as the lards of fat that populate your lands? Whichever idiot created those questionnaires should be taken outside and shot, for no one would be moronic enough to answer they plan to commit terrorist actions. If I wanted to, I would have just done it.
Alas, common sense is as rare on American soil as people who speak proper English. They chew on their words as they chew on their burgers, as if the devil's on their heel and no haste in the world could ever be enough. They are a loud and boisterous bundle of manchildren, always eager to yell louder than the previous.
How could a nation of this sort even thrive? I suspect it doesn't. Underneath all their shouts of glory and freedom, under all that useless noise they produce, and under all the layers of fat there surely must be a quivering shadow of a man wondering when it's finally safe to look outside.
If they think at all. The more I look at these pigs, the more I believe they're driven only by an insatiable hunger for partaking in stupidity.
And oh, how Americans feast.
