Hmm... America.
We're like the necromongers in Chronicles of Riddick: we all began as something else, and we will steal your soul in our quest for utopia.
As a people, we have an awful reputation of being fat, lazy, greedy idiots with no culture. I guess you may say that for the average American. But just because a class' average is poor, doesn't mean it defines all the students. I heard our president was a C student. We also have plenty of honor students, and our fair share of flunkies, dropouts, and delinquents. It's unfortunate that our voting public consisted mainly of the latter groups.
However, our country is still relatively young. I would venture to say she's in her awkward adolescence, and is only going to fill out like the ugly flat girl with braces from math club in high school. You find yourself hitting on her at your 10-year reunion, and are extremely disappointed to learn that she's too good for you.
We are your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, only a bit further down the line. Now we are exuberant, wealthy, and don't go a single day without experiencing something only possible in our free country. Maybe our "freedom" isn't perfect, but it's a good start. After all, they used to call this land "The New World," remember?
We're like the necromongers in Chronicles of Riddick: we all began as something else, and we will steal your soul in our quest for utopia.
As a people, we have an awful reputation of being fat, lazy, greedy idiots with no culture. I guess you may say that for the average American. But just because a class' average is poor, doesn't mean it defines all the students. I heard our president was a C student. We also have plenty of honor students, and our fair share of flunkies, dropouts, and delinquents. It's unfortunate that our voting public consisted mainly of the latter groups.
However, our country is still relatively young. I would venture to say she's in her awkward adolescence, and is only going to fill out like the ugly flat girl with braces from math club in high school. You find yourself hitting on her at your 10-year reunion, and are extremely disappointed to learn that she's too good for you.
We are your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, only a bit further down the line. Now we are exuberant, wealthy, and don't go a single day without experiencing something only possible in our free country. Maybe our "freedom" isn't perfect, but it's a good start. After all, they used to call this land "The New World," remember?
