Europeans are perfectly cruel to me as usual. Which reminds me of a speech that somehow through the means of some sort of mentally telepathic dictation presents itself to my mind for transmittal:
And since when is the foreign policy of the United States, greatest nation of the free world, dictated by the idiotic rantings of some pathetically wicked Belgian princess who happened to marry some Honduran doctor and then ran off at the mouth on matters that are none of her business after rummaging through some paperwork debris that chanced to turn up on Nexis-Lexis or similar computer compilation? Does her marriage of condescension suddenly make Honduras a colony of Belgium? And does this "royal" connection make Honduras any less a Spanish colony than its Central American neighbors in the history of America? Who are you kidding? Have the Flemish no gratitude for our rule in securing our freedom that they would attack us for striking back at Japan after the brutal attacks of Pearl Harbor? And since when did Flemish become the national language of Honduras? Yes, the Belgian chocolate industry may well benefit from a more advantageous exchange of cacao but the rest of us have no interest in this Belgian marriage of convenience. Just because my name sounds like Candi, that does not mean a 'i' hangs on the end of this contract. Newspapers reporte that Alfred W. Burrell "contracted" pneumonia and the outcome of that transaction was only illness and death. Thus I will not of my free will be choosing to contract with Belgium or Honduras or Salvador or Nicos or Ticos, etc., or any other entities some ridiculous arrangement. Yes, these Spanish colonists are so dazzled by the royals as we all know, but here in the U.S. our government should be insulating us from their nonsense, not perpetuating it. We all may enjoy looking at pictures of these famous people in glossy magazines but we would not want those whacky people poking their noses into our personal lives. They are public figures and we are not. We do not have to buy the magazines and they are not required to let the public into their lives as they do.
Of course, we all know that Henry H. Burrell refused to sign the meeting minutes, imagining that something unknown and understood by him might perchance be lurking in the Spanish language document and yet that did not prevent the government from absconding with all of his assets, so no contract was ever signed by me.
Yes, I noticed the Honduran trailblazing of Buzz and Susie Stewart, of whose value has plunged in terms of evangelism because their stupid Honduran venture is not really that special to all. We are not the Davenports, whose grandparents were missionaries in Honduras and have a long history there, so there was no reason to get all worked up about that, as if either side won the Soccer War of 1969.
