This is a bit of an open letter from a Brit. I have to tell you, I love America. I have only been once but I loved it. I loved America, I loved the people, the place, the telly, the shops. It seems to be full of reasonable people who were, for the most part, entirely normal.
I am immersed in American culture, like most people, I suppose. Reasons I love your county include…
- Nora Ephron
- Early Woody Allen films (not so much after Everyone Says I Love You – to be honest but that’s still a fine body of work.)
- The Empire State
- Rick and Kay Warren
- The West Wing (Ahhh…The West Wing…)
- Billy Graham
- Steve Martin
- Tina Fey and Amy Pohler (Individually and together)
- Star Wars (Except – well, you know the three I mean)
- WWF (I know, but there it is)
- Frank Sinatra
- The Beach Boys
- Motown (Extra points for The Temptations)
- Christy Turlington’s cheekbones
- Field of Dreams
- Randy from “Say Yes to the Dress”
And that’s only the top of the list. America you are a bit weird when it comes to sporting events sometimes, and the Guns for all Toddlers Who Want One thing is unfortunate to say the least but – quite often – we look to you. So can you explain THIS to me.
I don’t think I am alone in the UK when it comes to bafflement.We don’t get it. Truly we don’t. I mean, in the end, it’s your choice and everything and no-one wants to interfere in things that don’t concern us (although there is a worry that it might concern us all if he is allowed anywhere near the pressy nuclear button) but it all seems so out of character? Did you ever see the Invasion of the Body Snatchers where people’s brains were taken over by an alien force? That’s how this looks to outsiders at the moment. You might say that we are no great shakes ourselves and there is some truth in that. Lots of people here voted for a government with George Osborne in it but Donald Trump? Really? Help me America. Help me understand.