ok. i am an american: deep-fried. i speak one language: americanish. i'm a country music fanatic. i'm all about pork barbecue. when i was dragged to england for a year in the mid-eighties by my wife rachael, i couldn't stand it, because i missed the dukes of hazzard, the a-team, and the nfl. my heroes are thoreau, mencken, ben wallace. but now, now i hate my country. i have never been a fan of the the government of the united states; now i would like to blow the fuck out of it, vaporize it, take it down stone by stone and expunge every one of its employees. i'd like to keep alberto gonzales alive, though, and manacle him to a wall, so that he was always available for a bitch-slapping. when i was watching the world cup, i rooted against the usa, representing the imperial power of the world, the torturers, the killers, the exploiters. i feel more aligned with portugal or trinidad and tobago. i'm rooting for north korea to develop missiles capable of reaching my hometown - dc - and warheads capable of flattening the whole cursed place and all its cursed inhabitants. i would happily die if it meant the destruction of my country.
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