Okay. Here's a couple of classy folks. The President and First Lady of the You-nited States of America go to England to meet the Queen.
What do they give her as a token of their esteem and something by which she'll remember America?
A fucking iPod.
Now listen. I don't care what anybody says or thinks. If I had my druthers, we'd still have a friggin monarchy over here.
Do we have to have two hillbilly yokels representing our country in a private audience with the Gah-damn Queen of England who think the finest frigging representation of their country is a gah-dam electrical conveyance made in Bumfuck, Korea or some gah-damn place?
Oh ... fucking wunnerful.
Jesus!
Ma'am, they're yokels. They have absolutely no concept of what America is. Hell, the woman doesn't even think it's a nice place to live, and th guy wants to make it England, politically. Can't you send them to the Tower, or do a Queen of Hearts on them or something, and spare us all anymore embarrassment?
Jeez.
Thank you.
Your loyal wannabe subject,
Gary.
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