Two hundred years ago today, the British burned down Washington DC.

Not an anniversary that will be really commemorated by the government, and who can blame them?  It… was not one of the country’s better days, and that is simply the way of it.  I can’t even muster up enough indignation to get a proper head of steam towards the British for burning the place down, which is one hell of a concession from somebody as reflexively pro-American as myself. It was kind of a messed-up war.

Besides, Andy Jackson kicked the Brits’ asses a little bit later at New Orleans, which pretty much guaranteed that we’d pick up Florida in due time, so it more or less worked out all right in the end.