Once upon a time in Spain, roughly twenty years ago, I was assigned to read an innocuous textbook, a history of Spain. It was a fine read until I came to the Franco-era rhetoric of extreme anti-Americanism. I was stunned and felt like I'd been jumped.
I suppose that's why I always read non-local articles about Winston while holding my breath, hoping we don't come off too badly.
This one was in the Washington Post last week.