I wish so much that I was wrong, but I am not.
My fellow American men are unfeeling morons. They revile science, art, philosophy, nature, meaning — literally anything and everything that matters. Their lives are nothing but self-fellating gratifications and consumerism: sports, trucks, video games. For every intelligent American man there are 5 barely sentient unempathetic subhumans whose lives are as shallow as they are meaningless.
That is what I have learned in my 30 years on this planet. The number of good men I’ve met — just met — I can count on the fingers of one hand.