From India to America — I Came, I Saw, I Wept
ADITYA B. writes:
Two oceans and three continents once separated me from America.
Like many a fool, I dreamed of America. In my dreams, America was a place where men were free to be men. It was a place where intelligent and fiercely independent minds wrestled with weighty issues and, whilst vehemently disagreeing with you, would defend to the death your right to express such disagreeable views.
After almost a decade in Aztlan-Sodom (the city formerly known as “Los Angeles”), I have concluded that, by and large, most Americans are moral fanatics. And utterly pedestrian (and provincial) moral fanatics. They will destroy any man who does not kow-tow to the “Gods of the City” and will gleefully participate in witch-hunting and burning like their much-maligned ancestors in Salem, Massachusetts.



