i dont get it... if youre so proud of your country and who you are...stop f$%cking with our country and who we are... i sure as sh!t wouldnt try to move to another country that potentially didnt want me there and start wavin ol' glory around in the streets with shirts on that said.."proud to be white"..it wouldnt happen cause that's f@cking rude ... who's the f@cking racist now?.. im not even particularly patriotic... it's just that.. theres laws..and without laws ... well sh!t we might as well merge with all of our surrounding countries ... if you know anything about anything..that wouldnt be good..
PS
i saw the hills have eyes last night..
TWO THUMBS DOWN... i love horror movies..and this movies wasnt good in the least..
go see ice age instead, at least the plot makes sense.
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Eh... if you moved to another country that was predominantly of another race and had a long, dark history of treating people of other races like the scum of the earth; that was perfectly happy to have you do their sh!t work, and yet used racial epithets to describe your people and acted like your people were the root of the nation’s ills; threatened to throw you in jail just for being there… you might be a little pissed off too. Walk a mile in another’s shoes...
Anyway, they were waving American flags too.
i can picture you writing this, sweating profusely, and big vain in your forehead buldging out.
suzanne..you mean like france?
Har har. Actually, I went to France last summer. After hearing all the warnings about how rude the French are and how much they hate Americans, we were ready to pose as Canadians. It was pointless, however. Not only could they tell right away that we were American (by the way we dress or the way we held ourselves, I’m not sure… but they could tell even before we opened our mouths) but they were also very nice. We found the French to be very helpful, polite and friendly. We were there for three weeks and only encountered three people who were not nice. One was a shopkeeper, and she was just a beotch. The second was a waiter who was just not all that friendly or attentive (most of the waiters were – although they have a different concept of going out to dine. In America, we want to get in and get out – in Europe, it’s an event. Waiters expect you to be there for a couple of hours, relaxing and talking over your food, so they’re not as quick as waiters in America with the food or the bill. I think that a lot of Americans don’t understand this, so they take it as inattentiveness, when in actuality, they are just trying not to rush you). The third was a 20 year old kid who was attempting to hit on my 15 year old daughter and didn’t take too kindly to the fact that I told him to buzz off.
On the other hand, the ONE person that I interacted with in NYC, while we were waiting for our plane, was a complete and utter beotch, worse than anyone I encountered in France. She was the cashier in one of those news stand type stores in the airport. I brought my pack of gum, a book and candy for the kids up to the cash register to buy… she yanked everything out of my hands, jammed it into a bag, snatched my money from me and slammed my change on the counter, all while snapping chewing gum, not looking at me or uttering a word to me.
*shrugs*
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