Baraking and rolling still going strong
8 years ago right now, I had traveled to France for the wedding of a close friend. I was worried , sure , and shocked at the recent election outcome. Who is this George Bush guy? Is he just like his daddy? I mean, can he be THAT bad?
Well, I remember being in a manor in Quimiac France , outside on the lawn in a flower dress, celebrating the day one of my closest friends got marrie.
Could you explain why you voted for that man? We’re all so shocked! He’s already turned down many measures internationally to help the environment!
I swear, I swear I defeneded myself. More importantly, I swore it happened due to corruption and fluke.
I promis you, that man will not get re-elected.
Fast forward 4 years …. FUCK.
I remember my first trip to Toronto for work. A cabbie picked me up with a collegue after a night out at a bar. He was African, and when he learned we were American, he almost wanted to refuse to take us to our destination.
What is it about Bush that made foreigners seem to hate us or feel so puzzled by our decisions? Somehow I felt that despite my actions and my choices, I was somehow lumped in with a segment that felt the enviroment was 2nd par, God only mattered, and spreading “freedom” was the sole purpose of our Nation’s being.
Well now I can call it out. Finally, when I tell them I’m American, there’s someone to be proud of.
That’s right France, I’m coming back for you. Didn’t your president marry a model? Pshhh.
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