Murrrica, I do love you. I love my pet pigs, who also act as my wife when I'm lonely out in the barn late at night. I love my guns and shooting my guns. I love looking at my guns and cleaning my guns. I love eating my pigs when im done fucking them, yummmyumm. I love our wars, and our battles, I love how our presidents always go to war, even the one who got a bj under his desk.
I love how the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. I love tax breaks for the rich. I love food stamps and ghettos and black male incarceration in rates that are incomprehensible. I love gun violence and I love sleeping with my guns. I love loading and unloading my guns, I love talking about my guns and other people guns. I love tv shows about guns and read books about guns.
I love spending time with my 6 year old kids and teaching them to shoot guns.
I do love Murrica the beautiful.
Why do you love Murrica?
Hell yeah! You forgot to mention the guns though. And the freedom...to have more guns of course. America is the best because god said it was in the bible when he killed the Nazis that tried to take our freedom away.
I could mention a few more reasons I love Murrica that are gun related. I love how gun ranges let 8 year old kids shoot guns. I love how the NRA shows up in towns hit by gun violence to praise how guns are good and make us safer. I love that there is a check cashing place next to the liquor store next to the... you guessed it. The gun shop.
I love the cops who shoot primarily black young adults and get away with it. I love my AK and AR and UZI and 9MM and 357 MAG. I love my 50 Cal and anything fully auto.
I love Murrica.