For some people, Americans are best represented by a hero such as Captain America. For others, we’re best represented by a doofus such as Homer Simpson. The truth is somewhere in between.
It’s self-evident to me that people are pretty much the same all over the world. Some are good. Some are bad. Most are in between. Some cultures are sicker than others — and I wonder frequently about ours — but you can’t really say that one is better than the rest.
That’s right. “American exceptionalism” is pure fiction today, even if there might have been a bit of truth when Alexis de Tocqueville dreamed up the concept in the early 19th century. His idea — that America was somehow different and better than any other country ever before — led to the imperial idea of Manifest Destiny and gave generations of Americans the dangerous fairy tale that they were superior to everyone else. (It’s interesting to note that the phrase “American exceptionalism” was coined by Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin as a derisive term.)
Women, you perpetuate this by reproducing with these lewd jerks
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
A year after first seeing doctor about cancer, how much have I learned?
I’m terribly sorry to break it to you, but straw polls mean nothing
Wait, was she flirting with me? My history shows I’m clueless
Hurt people attract others who know what it’s like to feel hurt
There’s magic in the dark solitude and quiet stillness after midnight
Why do people who say they love each other cause mutual harm?
Does change really come quickly? Or do we finally accept the truth?