Washréal

Our east coast trip is coming to a close. Thank G-d, because I ran out of socks. Also, it's fucking freezing here in Montreal. We were sweating our balls (and ovaries) off in DC, but it was nice seeing all that shit again. The city seemed even more uptight than I expected. All vehicular traffic is blocked in front of the White House, and you can't walk in the street (the Secret Service clowns need to stand there). If you deviate from the sidewalk I imagine you'd get a taser rammed up your ass. I visited during the Clinton years and there wasn't any of that. I mean the White House is still another 300 yards away from the street for Pete's sake!


We went to the Holocaust Museum (AKA Lies) and the National Archives and the International Spy Museum.


Then we continued north to NY and stayed with my Uncle David in the east village. Audrey was pretty blown away. I'm afraid she prefers Manhatten over Grand Rapids. Bitch.


David spent tons of money entertaining us by getting us drunk. It was great.


We visited the UN. Took the tour. What a bunch of peacefags with their "resolutions" trying to fag up our foreign policy. We've got running the world covered over here. Thanks but no thanks.


We also saw a statue that the French were forced to give us because they knew that only giant gifts from time to time would keep us from coming over and kicking their asses.


It was a wonderful trip, but now I'm exhausted. Audrey wants us to go out and experience a bit more of Montreal, so I must go brave the cold.

Love,
Andrew