Originally posted by sidcrowe
I did not call you a name. I did not call you a baby)
Who claimed that you called me a baby? There is nothing childish about my stating that I wish you would take your vehement political opinions against my country and the war to a political forum. At least I had the tenacity to outright say it, rather than hide it at the bottom of another rabid post.
I find it amusing that you feel you have such an intimate knowledge of American culture. I assure you that I can drive through my entire town without being bombarded with ads insisting that I get drunk. On that note, your definition of the word "rampant" might need a little work.
Your characterization of our President and his daughters reminded me of a conversation I had with Joggy when he was here visiting the United States. As we were driving around the shore, I was complaining about not being able to find an ATM machine fast enough for my liking. Of course there *were* several to choose from, but none met my criteria. I wanted a drive-through, and it had to be easy to approach. I wanted one that offered a low denomination withdrawal... you get the idea. Joggy was a little perplexed by my behavior, and we got to talking about how I was acting like a typical American. You know, lazy, spoiled, self-absorbed, wants things fast and my way. We discussed how that American stereotype has become common throughout the world and why.
Me: Well, it is so common because it is true to an extent... I mean, it is more true than not unfortunately.
Joggy: Yes, but Americans are so full of pride. Everywhere we go here I see nothing but American flags. That is so different from my country.
Me: Oh of course. We love ourselves. Good thing too, cause sometimes we are hated by others. *laughs*
Joggy: Why do you think that is?
Me: Well, being European, you would have a better perspective on the reasons. I think some might be jealously, some might be deserved. We are a bit smug. We know that people want to come here. And many are not raised to respect other cultures as we do our own. I know all of that is true.
Joggy: But you still love yourselves?
Me: Mmmhmm. Americans may fight internally, we bicker, we protest one another, and put each other down at times, but in the end, being a patriotic American means we can love the worst part of ourselves. Sure we might be lazy, selfish, spoiled, but we are Americans. We love ourselves anyway, just like a mother loves her wayward, ugly child. Individually we may be a mess, but together we have an awesome spirit. That is why you can count seventy-five flags between here and my church.
(edited to fix a typo)