So, there were some neat parallels between July 4 1776 and June 23, 2016. Both times, it was a big group of Englishmen (primarily) who wanted out from under the thumb of a distant, oppressive, unaccountable government. Both times, the last straw might have been tea. Look, I’m going to warn the rest of you earthlings for the last time: do NOT get between a Briton and his beverage of choice. We burn continents, destroy empires, and generally make a big mess of things over this stuff. Yoo-rope should be thankful that they just walked out this time. You fools ought to be hiding under the table and counting quietly to 100 hoping they won’t come back and torch the place.
Anyhow, I’d like to think that we good folk descended in part from the best and brightest the Iles had to offer the world a few centuries back might have had something to do with it. Showed ’em how, as it were. Now, we should probably talk about orthodontia and rhoticity at some point, but it can wait until after you’ve got a decent Prime Minister, and possibly until after we’ve shed the Muslim Brotherhood plant from our white house. In the meantime, I wish you folks the best of luck making Britain great again, and I hope you’ll take a little bit of joy watching us celebrate what we won for ourselves so long ago, and perhaps feel just a bit more kinship than in years past.
Also, stay tuned for #TEXIT, #AKEXIT, and possibly #QUEBEXIT.
I thought about trying to find patriotic fit girls, but that seemed like work and I’m on vacation. Also I looked and there aren’t a ton of images just waiting to be poached.
So, a dancer first.
Then some tiny shorts.
And a little ribbon work.
Um, can I pass under or do you just want me to wait?
Slightly dull affect, maybe?
That much eyeshadow is going to run like a river if you sweat at all, darling.
Meanwhile, at Zumba…
Happy Independence Day, everyone. Enjoy freedom until it’s time to win it back again.
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