Americans! How we love them! They're everything we want to be! Blithe! Innocent, as though they've just arrived on the earth! Look at them! Look at us! What's wrong with us? Everything that's right with them! What's right with them? The exact opposite of what's wrong with us!
They belong on yachts, a great fleet of yachts! They belong on the open sea, yachting along! We'd be their cabin boys, we agree. They'd be upstairs, on the deck, and we'd be downstairs, cleaning their things, scrubbing them. How fresh they are! How clean!
Their teeth dazzle us. What do they think of English teeth?, we wonder. What do they think of us? They'll never understand, we agree, these Americans. They're not mired in themselves. They're not stunted, or bitter.
Of course, these are the rich Americans, we agree. They can afford to fix their teeth, which look radioactive, we agree. Where are the poor Americans? Back at home, without healthcare! Back at home, teeth rotting, in a worse state than ours, with no healthcare.
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