Annihilation

Seriously, in my opinion, there are no bad nations or countries, only bad people. And it is those specific people who should be destroyed, but the problem here is that according to different opinions, these are different people, so to be safe, everyone must be destroyed. That's why I can't choose specific countries. For me, the USA is Bradbury, Lovecraft, "Star Wars" Luke, "Star Trek" and "Babylon 5", Britain is Doc, the Queen of Detectives and half my playlist (Maidens, Priests, wheeeeee *_*), Ukraine is Cherkassky's awesome cartoons (yes, yes, USSR, but it was Kyivnauchfilm after all), China is my blue fly (a Fly brand phone), as well as my home computer, work computer, player and I bet 95% of everything that surrounds me in life, Japan is Sailor Moon and Miyazaki, Germany is Helloween (and Arabesque for good measure), France is Jules Verne, Italy is Gianni Rodari (favorite childhood writer), Sweden is ABBA and Astrid Lindgren (another childhood writer), Israel is that cool shampoo with the convenient dispenser (Russian made, but WITH DEAD SEA MINERALS, so let it be), Australia is AC/DC, and Russia is TULA GINGERBREAD, Belyaev, Obruchev, Gogol, Ilf and Petrov, Bulgachev 50/50—by the middle of his Alice-cycle he ran out of steam and kept writing only because he could.
Yes, Kosha is detached from reality and sits in her own autistic little world full of entertainment. Because I can and because reality sucks. I doubt that if I were born in another country, reality would stop sucking for me. Well, maybe if it were somewhere at the same end of the world on some Pacific islands, where there's the sea, tasty fruits, peace, no political turmoil, one and a half people per island and the internet is glitchy, damn it—no, still sucks.

And if not seriously, then something like that.