Why You're Here:

You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."

You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.

You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.

You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Americans

I spend a fair amount of time online reading about politics, foreign policy, stuff like that. And that reading--against my better judgment, sometimes--includes reading the comments section.

Suffice to say, there is no better place to see the seedy underbelly of the American mind, but sometimes you get to see what goes on in equally-but-differently-retarded brains of people from other countries, stuff like this:

Citizens of nations in North or South America who object to Americans being referred to as "Americans" because citizens of the United States of America aren't the only inhabitants of "The Americas."

I'm not kidding, I've encountered it several times, and I did so today.

My response is twofold.

1. Our country has "America" right in its fucking name you fucking pussies!!!!!. United States of America. Calling us Americans is simply shorthand. With a name like ours, we've got a few: U.S., U.S.A, the States, and yes, America. The only one that lends itself to pluralization is America. Pretty simple, right? So is "America" part of your country's name? No? Didn't fucking think so, so shut the fuck up.

2. After shutting the fuck up, find a gun and shoot yourself in the face. Don't have one? Find an American, we've got plenty.

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