I have had a wild longing full of grief and fierce joy whenever I encounter anything British for all my sentient life. So I'm not the best person to wax lyrical on the joys and benefits and perks of American-hood. Lately, it strikes me as decidedly a handicap, living here - - and the longing for home - the place where my spirit and my heart reside grows more powerful inside me every day. So tell me I'm disloyal and ungrateful for what I've been afforded. I say, I would have had as good a life in the UK - and maybe even better - as I have had here. And might just have come to a place of contentment, of concern for my fellow citizens, and a strong belief that we look out for one another in life -- rather than the Cowboy, testosterone-saturated ideal of right makes might, might makes right, and money makes the world go round -- if you've got enough of it, that is . . . and to hell with everyone else but my own self - ethic that is tearing this country apart.
So I say, Shine On, Queenie! May your reign be a blessed one - and may Albion, writhing in the throes of unfettered emigration from Europe's chaotic shores, not sink just yet . . . at least, not until one weary American of not quite soon enough British descent finds a way to come home.