so i wanted to go see the briefs, and if you recall, i called the club and they said the briefs played first at 7. that did not make sense, but who am i to say? so i made all my plans, showed up at the club at 7, and found otu that in fact the briefs played at 10. so, sorry briefs, but screw that stupid club and the retard on the phone. sorry, but i was angry. then i went out for free drinks at h ewestin, which is awesome, as well as dinner with the pals. wow. we talked about customs in america, and i dont want to be all jingoistic, but i dont like anyone talking smack about what they think my country is all about. sigh. sorry for the typos.
JR says: Well jingoism sounds exactly like your were feeling. I think the key is to not think of America as "my country." Because really it isn’t. You don’t own the whole country. You probably don’t even own any property to speak of.
I could sympathize if someone said "hey your front lawn looks like shit" and you got upset. But why get upset when your connection to the rest of america is so tenuous and really quite artificial? So like you were born just this side of the border, so you get upset at critisism of America, but if you happed to have been born on the other side of the border you wouldn’t care? That’s jingoism.
brs says: jingoistic. yeah i was, but seriously, these guys (not americans) had all these crazy ideas about american culture which generally led them to believe that we were all inferior people. they didnt really have a grasp of what american culture is all about- they take pride in how they have not adapted to our culture and have been pretty much isolated from it. then they could not agree even that there was something good about american culture, bad bad bad. and theirs had no flaws. which i understand, but they couldnt even come to an understanding that maybe some things about the US aren’t terrible. i mean, theyre working here. also, i think i can take ownership of the country in this situation. it wasn’t about politics, it was about how americans don’t love their mothers and don’t respect their fathers. sigh. it was dumb.
tksss says: man i get pist when people talk shit about my front lawn. seriously.
mad mad mad.
don’t talk shit about my lawn. i do the best i can. and if i do nothing at all that is simply because i don’t give fuck. basically.
but of course what you’re talking about has very little to do with actual land or property.
and much more with culture and eye-d-knee-tea