"It's not the greatest country in the world, professor, that's my answer."

Isabella McAvoy sat on the couch with her laptop in front of her and watched the video of her dad losing it at co-ed at a college panel discussion at northwestern, the incident itself had only happened a several of hours ago but thanks to modern technology more specifically camera phones the whole thing was captured on video and was streaming online.

"You're saying—"

"Yes."

Clearly people were going to be shocked when a public figure like Will McAvoy especially one who the moderator had claimed was the 'Jay Leno' of news anchors as he never bothered anyone outright said that America was not the greatest country in the world. In her father's defence to the college sophomore's question he had answered what made American the greatest country in the world by saying the New York Jets – which was true but the moderator wouldn't back down. Eventually her father lost his temper and the rest was history or rather forever as it was on the internet and people did say the internet was forever.
"Let's talk about—"

Isabella groaned as she knew what was coming next and watching someone moron goad her father on was not going to pretty for the fifth time in a row. Her mother had given numbers of some institutes in case she decided that it was finally time for her father to be sent to the crazy house where he belonged – Isabella's mothers words not her own. Although she knew her dad was slightly crazy not to mention deranged but he was her dad and he had always been a bit odd, however her mother's over was tempting especially when she first saw the video. It was that bad, well the beginning of it at least.

"–Fine. Sharon, the NEA is a loser. Yeah, it accounts for a penny out of our paychecks, but he gets to hit you with it anytime he wants. It doesn't cost money, it costs votes. It costs airtime and column inches. You know why people don't like liberals? Because they lose. If liberals are so fuckin' smart, how come they lose so GODDAM ALWAYS!"

Her father had an issue with profanity, a serious one that Isabella by some miracle didn't inherit given that both her parents like to swear a lot especially about each other but her dad really liked to especially when he was riled up about something. Although it wasn't usually a liberals and conservatives however her dad had just went psycho on a liberal and was about to turn onto the conservative sitting to the left of him.

"And with a straight face, you're going to tell students that America's so star spangled awesome that we're the only ones in the world who have freedom? Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, Belgium has freedom. Two hundred seven sovereign states in the world, like 180 of them have freedom!"

Isabella bit her lip as her father was really getting into his little rant, so much so that he turned his attention on to the person who had started this all. The college sophomore and this was going to be ugly as her dad could be a real jerk most of the time, well pretty much all the time to anyone who wasn't her.

"And you—sorority girl—yeah—just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is that there is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we're the greatest country in the world. We're seventh in literacy, twenty-seventh in math, twenty-second in science, forty-ninth in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense spending, where we spend more than the next twenty-six countries combined, twenty-five of whom are allies. None of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you, nonetheless, are without a doubt, a member of the WORST-period-GENERATION-period-EVER-period, so when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about?! Yosemite?!"

Isabella had to admit that she had laughed at that part, she had watched this video five times now and everytime she couldn't help but laugh as he told college girl who was only two years older than herself that she was part of the worst generation period ever before bringing up Yosemite national park. It was funny because her dad took her there once when she was eleven back when her mom had full custody and the two of them lived in LA and her dad was in New York and it was three years before she moved back. But they had gone up to Yosemite national park for a day trip but they were only there for about ten minutes before her dad said 'Fuck it, I'm bored of this shit already let's go!' It was a typical Will McAvoy thing to do. But then the angry rant about why America wasn't the greatest country ended and something else appeared from the ashes of an middle man - who seemingly lost his mind and in the process of ruining his career's - mouth.

"We sure used to be. We stood up for what was right! We fought for moral reasons, we passed and struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged wars on poverty, not poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbours, we put our money where our mouths were, and we never beat our chest. We built great big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases, and cultivated the world's greatest artists and the world's greatest economy. We reached for the stars, and we acted like men. We aspired to intelligence; we didn't belittle it; it didn't make us feel inferior. We didn't identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election, and we didn't scare so easy. And we were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one—America is not the greatest country in the world anymore."

Pressing pause at the end of the video Isabella sighed as she picked up her Chinese carton and continued to eat her dinner, if she was right her father was going to be walking through the door in a few moments which was a good thing as after what happened today he needed to be at home with someone who could supervise him and someone who he'd actually listen to. And right on schedule the door opened and in walked the man himself; Mr. William Duncan McAvoy.

"Hey dad!" Isabella said giving her dad a small smile.

"Izzy, what are you doing here? Your not supposed to be here for another three days kiddo." Will said in a surprisingly mellow mood instead of the angry mood that Isabella was expecting.

"Your agent called me and mom thought you would need me so she sent me over a few days earlier so no worries, she isn't going to call you and scream down the phone threatening to get the lawyers involved because of a custody dispute." Isabella replied said because the only thing that could make her dad's day worse then it already was, would be a phone call from his ex wife and Isabella's mother.

"Oh." Will wearily replied as he put down his bag before making his way over to the couch and sitting himself down next to his daughter and taking the carton of food out of her hands. "So you heard about Northwestern?"

"Yeah I did, it was interesting…" Isabella replied.

"I'm blaming my vertigo medication for it because I had no idea what the hell I was doing, the words just came out of my mouth and then the discussion was over and it was only after it was done I realized I had no idea what had just gone on. And everybody is going crazy… How bad is it Izzy?" Will asked with a heavy sigh.

"Pretty bad, depending on how you look at it but I liked it. I thought you were really good."

"Really? Your not just saying that because you're my kid and you have to say things like that?" Will questioned.

Isabella shook her head. "No. I thought you were being really honest and you know we need that, no politician would go out and be that brutally honest and if you were one, you probably wouldn't get any votes but people would respect you. I admit that I t was harsh at times dad especially when you were yelling at the co-ed but you made some very valid points especially about the Jets..."

Will just sighed again before his eyes drifted to Isabella's computer screen. "Forty fucking thousand hits already! Are you kidding me? Seriously in the space of a few hours it gets put on the Internet and gets over forty thousand views?" He yelled.

And there it was, the boiling rage. Isabella knew her dad very well and she knew not long after he walked into the condo that he was being way to calm about this entire thing – most likely for her benefit

"Dad seriously, it's no big deal. People are going to be interested in it for a while before it blows over, kind of like when Obama was caught off record calling Kanye West a jackass. It was shocking but it disappeared when the next big scandal." Isabella said.

"Oh my god, my seventeen year old daughter has just compared me to Kanye West…" Will said to himself absentmindedly before turning back to Isabella. "By the way who the hell is Kanye West?" Forget it I don't want to know, it's been a shitty day and I just want to have a drink with my daughter. But seriously? Forty thousand hits on youtube already? Fuck me..."