Britain isn't our only "special relationship." The United States has had many passionate affairs over the years. Just like in a real relationship, when things are good, they're really good — even when the U.S. isn't such a great partner when it comes to things like human rights.
"I don't mind your secret police, honey."
When the relationship goes bad, no one is more outraged than the United States. Nobody holds a grudge quite like the American government. But instead of moving on and just finding a new boo, we keep sneaking away to spend time with our exes, dropping by in the middle of the night and badmouthing them to everyone else while telling Israel and Palestine how to manage their divorce.
I guess it all depends on how you define "special."
This is the one partner we just can't say goodbye to. It's been so long since the breakup that there aren't any Americans left who remember just how good our relations with Russia really were. Russia traded with the colonies during the Revolution, kept the British out of the U.S. Civil War, and even sold us Alaska. Then one day, Russia just... changed.
"How do you like us now, Lenin?"
We didn't recognize Russia anymore. Suddenly, Russia wanted to be called the "Soviet Union" and our love faded. After a brief spat (aka "invasion"), we sat back and watched our friend deteriorate on a drug called "Communism" until rival drug dealers (trying to push something called "fascism") tried to kill them. Like some geopolitical Buford Pusser, we stopped rolling with the punches and began to clean up this town. But all we did was clear out the competition. Soon, other friends got hooked on the Communism and our friendship with Russia broke down.
This could only be more American if the Rock was wearing an Old Navy flag tee.
We then threatened to kill each other every day for 40 years. Obsessively, we made movies, television shows, and books about how awful our rival could be. Like a Danzig song, we opined about how one day we would emerge victorious against the devil woman, the evil empire that broke our hearts.
Every time Russia tried to reach out to others, go to work, or invade Afghanistan, we were there telling everyone how awful they are — or cutting their brake lines. Our public shouting matches got so bad that people either chose sides or walked away from both of us.
One day, Russia just quit the habit. Russia started coming around again and things were looking good. Russia was Russia again. But then Russia found a new man.
Mr. Steal Your Girl.
If Russia was our longest breakup, Iran was our most tumultuous. Just a scant few decades after we split with Russia, we found new love with their beautiful, exotic, oil-rich neighbor down the way. The Shah wasn't the best ruler, but he was smarter than the Tsar. Iran, with its beautiful dark hair, secular government, and vast oil wealth, was more than just a rebound. It was a partner – it shared our love for champagne, defense contracts, and it even liked our friend, Israel.
And Iran didn't even mind that we spied on our ex from its house.
Then it happened. One day everything was beautiful and the next thing you know, Iran's taking hostages. We haven't forgotten for a single moment. And as much as we publicly berated its behavior, just a few years after the breakup, we were right back in bed together, trading arms for hostages.
TFW you get caught sleeping with your ex.
Now we're constantly threatening to come back and kill it. In return, Iran hassles all our friends and undermines us to our allies... but we're still not afraid to hop back into bed once in a while. For old times' sake.
Our love for Cuba is almost as old as our country itself. Cuba is our first love. We practically grew up together. We even wanted to marry Cuba for the longest time — and when that didn't work out, we were still very close. Cuba is the girl next door. Then one day, Cuba fell in love with our other ex.
A blatant violation of bro code.
The next thing you know, Cuba has a gun to our head and we're locked in a love triangle that nearly destroyed the entire planet.
Nowadays, Cuba is still in love with our ex and we resent them for it, even if the two aren't together anymore. Cuba is constantly talking trash about us in our own neighborhood. Although we almost buried the hatchet a couple of years ago, those old feelings bring out the mistrust in us and we end up right back to where we started.
File this one under "frenemies." No one took care of us like France did. We even named our favorite drink after the French. But as hot and heavy as the love was during the days of the Revolution, things quickly soured. France started getting pushy and domineering and, fresh from our break up with England, we just weren't ready to get back into something so fast.
But we never forget our anniversary.
So, instead of taking on the rest of the world together, we opted to just be friends... friends who constantly criticize each other to everyone else. But then France got in over its head a few times and we had to come help them out – and we never let them forget about it.
We still have feelings for each other.
Sure, we're demanding, but France is too independent, just like us after the American Revolution. And every time France opts not to go to war alongside the U.S., we get upset and brand them cowards and cheese-eating surrender monkeys.
They were our darling for such a short time. A sort-of rebound from our days with Russia, Vietnam was fighting the addiction to Communism that consumed so many of our friends. We tried to help Vietnam get off the stuff, but to no avail. It was a terrible breakup, one that Americans still can't forget.
The U.S. spent the next few decades struggling with the memories of Vietnam and what happened between us. We couldn't forget her and we soon began making movies, television, books, and music about Vietnam. We constantly looked in to see what Vietnam was doing, but it was still hooked on the Communism.
And we were so close.
"This could be us but you trippin'. Love, Ho."
Now that a few years have passed, we just dropped in. We just happened to be in the neighborhood and we thought about Vietnam — we wanted to say hi, share some memories, and maybe see what Vietnam was up to these days.
Give us a call. Keep in touch. You look so good. I'm happy we did this.
It's pretty much over between us and Afghanistan.
Literally all of Africa