Why I Hate America

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Written by: pitweston on January 15, 2013.

I hate America. I do. I need out of this place. I need to start seeing places and traveling. I just don’t see it happening. I am not a worldly traveler. I wish I was. I want to see Europe. I want to see Canada and I would love to see the Far East. For the longest time I wanted to see Australia but not anymore. No country should  have spiders that kill people with a little bite. Snakes too. That place is scary. Too scary for me. So I am omitting that place from my list of places I want to see before I die, which if I keep living like I do, could be soon. I don’t want that. I have plans. I have goals. There is so much to know and so much to learn. I can’t die till I know who Ted’s mother is. Anything else is moot. That is all that matters. I just need to stay alive to see that event and to visit the countries and far off places I listed above.

bird

Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.

I have always wanted to see England. I don’t know why. It seems like a cool and interesting place. Maybe it is just the idea of going to a pub and ordering a pint. I could do that here but the bars I visit here aren’t so exciting. One place I go, I always see that wine lush lady and her creepy husband with the pedophile style glasses. I don’t think he is all up on touching and ogling over kids. I just find the dude a tad creepy. If he isn’t a pedo, he’s definitely a serial killer. I will put money on that. Plus, saying pint sounds way cooler than just telling the hideous bartender that I want a beer. It isn’t just the beer thing. The UK or whatever you blokes call it just sounds way better than the USA.

I know the weather is pretty crappy there. I know it rains or is foggy or something all the time. It might sound depressing but if you live here in the USA, every day is more depressing than the next. Just turn on the news and you will hear nothing positive. It’s all murders, deaths, and carnage. For once I want to hear a warmhearted story. But that doesn’t happen. Today my phone chimed at me about 15 times. I was getting notifications from the local news. What great news did they have to report? Shootings. A shitload of people getting shot.

I am getting way off topic. I am not looking to make this about violence in America or how crappy of country we are. I might hate the place I live. I might find us to be the biggest a-holes around. I can go on for hours about what I hate America but I won’t. I will tolerate this place a little longer. This entry is about something else. I just wanted to tell you about why I want to visit England. It seems like a decent place. I am just upset at the moment. I am upset over the crazy weather I deal with in the mid-west. One day it is 65 and the next day it is 23. Then it snows. Then it is sunny. It’s eff’ed up. Really. The problem with here is the weather. It’s never the same. It’s always screwing with you. When it snows, it’s a damn blizzard. When it rains, it’s cats and dogs.

I can deal with the weather in England. I don’t ever hear about snow. The weather won’t be an issue. No need to carry an umbrella. I can go to England and when it reigns, it’ll be king and queens.

 

/joke

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