U.N. Undersecretary-General Jan Egeland: A Wedgie for You

According to the Washington Times, U.N. Undersecretary-General for Humanitarian Affairs Jan Egeland said that rich countries (read: USA) are not ponying up their fair share in humanitarian aid for the tsunami crisis which just occurred.

He suggested that the USA is "stingy" and he said that the USA needs to raise taxes to be able to give more aid - and that US taxpayers WANT to have their taxes raised and to contribute more to world relief aid.

Where to start? OK, here goes a typical Wiggy rant...

We don't want our taxes raised, assbag.

We are already the number one largest contributer to just about every international relief effort that exists, and have been since WWII, which you might recall, the world BEGGED us to get involved in - and when we did, we kicked ass all across Europe and the Pacific and then we gave Germany and Japan BACK to their respective governments, remember? The USSR didn't, we did. We're so evil.

As a non-US citizen, Mister Egeland, you need to shut your pie-hole, you rubbish. You don't know what US taxpayers want, nor do you speak for us. You are incorrect that the US doesn't pony up our fair share of international aid. And you know what else? Kiss my ass. Right up in the groove, baby. Get a faceful.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of you and the world hating us. You know what? Hate us. I'm not a nationalist, but I'm not going to apologize for being an American.

I'm tired of the world hating us and then complaining that we don't do enough for them. You know what, Mister Egeland? Stop wearing jeans and buying freaking McDonald's hamburgers, you slag.

You want our money - but not us.

You want us to lend a helping hand wherever you think we're needed, but not where we think we're needed. You want our cash, but only if you can dictate the manner and amount in which it is delivered.

We Americans do lots of things wrong. Our government does lots of things wrong, too. We try to do the right thing, but sometimes we fail. We do care about how the world sees us; but we have no plans to live our lives the way YOU, Mister Egeland, think we should.

Wedgie for you, boyo.

Always,

Wiggy