An open letter of apology to the country of Iceland
I would like to take this opportunity to finally, formally, apologize to the country of Iceland.
What I did was wrong. All of it. From the merciless exploitation of the country’s natural resources, to the ill-advised economic reforms in which the national currency was replaced with various flavors of Fruit Roll-Ups, to the (now) infamous incident with Bjork, ten thousand tubes of model airplane glue, and a roll of duct tape. What I did was wrong.
I guess I was going through a rough period in my life. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, and I was unhappy with my job. I remember clearly how it started: I awoke one Saturday morning, feeling empty and alone. I bumbled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and thought: “I’m gonna quit my job and go fuck with the country of Iceland.”
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: An Open Letter of Apology to the Country of Iceland