September 8, 2009

Dear America,

I don't understand you.

I feel like maybe we were once friends, or at least on our way to getting to know each other, and every time I start to think I've begun to get to know you a bit you do something that totally shocks me and makes me think I didn't know you at all.

Maybe it's because I'm not from your country that I don't understand why you guys don't want universal health care. It must be, because for me being able to visit a doctor when I'm sick or go to the emergency room when something bad happens and not have to worry about how much it's going to cost me is what I consider to be a fundamental right.

I've always believed that everyone has a fundamental right to have free access to medical treatment, and I don't understand, America, why so many of your people are so scared of letting the government into the health care system.

It's like you see the government as a Big Brother like figure, someone that's just imposed over you, controlling, and forget instead that it's actually made up of hundreds of individual people with thoughts and feelings and, yes, agendas. But still people.

Some of which really seem to care about you, like President Obama. Let me tell you, I was so proud of you when he got elected. So many people that I know shared the same thought: America's making a really smart decision.

Of course nobody's perfect but from an outsiders perspective it looks as though you have a well-educated, thoughtful, and compassionate leader who genuinely seems interested in making your country a better place to live.

What is confusing though is that you have problems with your leader trying to * reach out to your children, to inspire them to work hard and be better people and reach their full potential.

Why is that bad, America?

I wish our Prime Minister did stuff like that.

You're such a proud country and while you've done some stuff I don't agree with personally, I have huge respect for your accomplishments, for some of the people that have risen to the top by because of you, and will even forgive you for trying to invade us that one time.

I really like you, America. Please don't give me reason to stop.

Much love,
A.




*Props to the Busblog for bringing this to my attention.