I was lead to believe, folks, that when liberals dream they dream of a world where we all dance naked singing the Kumbayah, but reality has shown me that what they really dream of is living in a villa in Tuscany. My meeting a liberal has become boringly predictable, and it always goes something like this:

Liberal: "You're from Spain? What sophistication! Your accent is so sexy!"
Me: "Thanks, but I'm a married man."
Liberal: "What on Earth brought you to this place when you could be living back in Spain?"
Me: "My family."
Liberal: "Hmmm... But don't you miss Spain?"
Me: "No."
Liberal: "How come?"
Me: "Americans are more civilized."
Liberal: "But, but... The food! The pleasant evenings under a trellis in a villa in the countryside! Now, that's life!"
Me: "In Spain most folks live crowded like sardines in a tin can, and here nobody stops me from slapping some boards together in my back yard, calling it a trellis, and cooking a paella in its shade."

The conversation usually ends at this point. I'm not making this up, folks: I swear that the villa fantasy pops up in the conversation 99.8% of the time. In contrast, Conservatives tend to treat me the way I want to be treated: Just like any other Joe.

Liberals tend to live in fantasy worlds -- and those fantasies almost always take place in Europe for some reason.

Now, I've never been to any country in Europe; but whatever a liberal's fantasy about Spain, or Tuscany, or the French Riviera, or the Alps, or wherever, may be, it defies reason to think that somehow every single inhabitant of the European Continent is living a charmed life of pleasure and ease.  And yet, this is how American Liberals view all of Europe.  Even those libs who have actually been to Europe.  I wish I could explain this, but I can't.