Musings on America
I am spending my first Fourth of July in America, a place I have grown to love
When I was 18, my mother dragged me kicking and screaming to the US Consulate in Vancouver to get my American passport. I was a proud Canadian and an even prouder Marxist who knew for sure that America was BAD, what with their guns and their capitalism and their railing on about individual rights and freedoms. What selfishness! What childishness! What brute, obvious red-necking!