My shirt — I’m sure — is the most diplomatic item on my frail body. It reads: Assembled in Guatemala of U.S. components.
My socks are mismatch. That must mean, if “Made in the U.S.A” stands for anything, they are Mexican, Cuban, or worse, Canadian.
This backwards logic only resides because if something isn’t right, it certainly isn’t the U.S.’s fault. That would be make too much sense, be too easy.
Example: Fault lies with China and India because we won’t agree to Kyoto. Even the ignorable Australians agreed to it, finally.
This “patriotic” country is backwards. Afghanistan is in shambles and, now, we order an inquiry. C’mon.
Made in the U.S.A. is sanctimonious. Our supposed righteousness matters nothing. NAFTA, CAFTA, give me a shaft-ta? (Shasta is delicious. Where is it made?)
One thing I do know, this was certainly made in the U.S. of effin A.
Put down the Coors Light, pal. … You need all the help you can get.
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