Scene: deep in the heart of wildest Euroland. Sparc, a disgruntled Europhile is hunched over the flickering light of his computer.
“Damn”, he says. “If my monitor was built to European standards and refreshed at 50Hz instead of US and refreshed at 60, it wouldn’t flicker.”
He hears the doorbell ring. A parcel, sent through UPS. “Fuck, why did the sender use UPS, couldn’t he use a European carrier, like TNT?”
He checks the sender’s name Fenris. “At last, something non-American. A good European name.” Then he notices the sender’s address. “Bugger, another bloody American. Why couldn’t a nice European send me presents? Americans are always sending us nice presents. If I had my way, we’d give Marshall Aid back to them.”
He opens the parcel. A gun. “Bugger, why is it a Browning automatic? Why couldn’t it be a European gun, like a Heckler & Koch?”
His state of disgruntlement is now so high, he decides to write to the SDMB and complain. As he logs on, he realises, it’s American!
“Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, why couldn’t I subscribe to a European message board? I know, I’ll write a long diatribe about why Americans suck and Europeans don’t.”
He types away madly and as the responses comes in, Sparc slowly raises his foot. He takes the gun generously donated by Fenris. Aiming carefully, he pulls the trigger…