TALES FROM THE FILES OF THE UGLY AMERICAN, PART III.

so there we are, knee-deep in hand grenade pins, sitting drunk in our favorite cafe on the Schlieferplatz. a german friend, sharing a bier, asks us what we think of American media.

without prior coordination, we both smartly yell "FOX!", slamming our fists into our chests, and "NEWS!", executing crisp Nazi salutes.

the Deutschers loved it.