Lovable, whiny little bitches

After much reflection, I have come to the conclusion that Americans, and most people in the world, really, are my crew. My humongous crew of lovable, whiny little bitches.

Forgivable, to be sure. But the biggest bunch of whiny bitches I've ever met, just as surely.

No matter how much opportunity they have to make a life they love, no matter how much more they have than the rest of the neighbors around the globe, and no matter how much, despite that, they end up, generally unintentionally, making life miserable for themselves and others, they are just never satisfied. No matter what kind of solid chance they have to make a life worth living.

Kinda sad, really. But I love 'em anyway. They're my crew. My American crew. My crew of humanity. And I will stand with them through thick and thin. Whiny little bitches and all.