I Love America, but I Don’t Like It. Just Like a Lot of Americans These Days
This Is Why Americans Are Wearily Waiting for Their Country to Implode
America is, without a doubt, the country of my soul.
Maybe it’s because I grew up on Hollywood movies, or because the first time I visited I fell in love with everything I saw and felt.
Maybe it’s because it felt like home. And the big-hearted people I met there felt like family.
That’s why it’s so sad to heartbreaking what’s happening there these days.
About once a month, I write America-inspired articles. Extreme patriots consider them America-bashing. They’re not. They’re nothing but a satirical and sometimes caustic analysis of life in America.
Just because I love the country doesn’t mean I’m blind to its faults.
And neither are a lot of Americans who love their country, but they don’t really like it much anymore.
Here’s what one of them had to say in my comments:
Trump was inevitable. Too many rubes not to exploit.
Read the whole article to get a spoonful of falling stars and crooked stripes:
