That's right, I actually visited American soil today. We went to Runnymede, and came upon the John F. Kennedy memorial. The land was given to the United States by the very same people we bitchslapped a couple hundred years ago. It's a very pretty little spot, and about the only place where our every step didn't bog down in ankle-deep mud. Have I mentioned the sun has been out a total of 3.6 hours in 2006? That's just not enough to dry up the mud.
It reads: "This acre of English ground was given to the United States of America by the people of Britain in memory of John F. Kennedy president of the United States 1961-63 Died by an assassin's hand 22 November 1963 Let every nation know whether it wishes us well or ill that we shall pay any price bear any burden meet any hardship support any friend oppose any foe in order to assure the survival and success of liberty." From the inaugural address of Kennedy January 1961
Runnymede is where King John was forced to sign the Magna Carta, and is considered the birthplace of democracy. There was a tree planted there, to commemorate the bicentennial of the American constitution. (You know the one, the one that disintegrates a bit every time the Senate rubberstamps a new nominee?)
Sometimes history is muddy like that.
