I don't consider immigration to be a problem but many folks do.
So what you said before was just for the sake of argument, then... 'devil's advocate' deal?
and they do not have the negative view of the US that you have.
My view of the US isn't as negative as you think it is. I actually quite enjoy the US, many aspects of its culture, and most of the people I've met there/from there. I've only ever been to Florida, Atlanta and New York, but I loved each. The only thing that really pisses me off about your country as a whole is that most of you don't have the faintest idea what malt vinegar is, so if you ask for some in a restaurant serving staff stare at you in blank confusion. I mean, wtf, one of the world's best accompaniments to fried foods, and
AMERICA hasn't heard of it. Cruel irony.
How I feel about your governing/intelligence bodies, your two-party system, and the atrocious foreign policies being forced down your throats has little to do with my opinion on America or Americans on the whole.
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When I went to New York, I visited Time Square for a good long while, taking in all the bustle and chaos. I met a group of very large, bearded, angrily yelling black men in terribly strange matching outfits, outfits that best resembled, and I mean absolutely no offense here to whatever belief they might have been practicing, something you'd expect a villainous guard in the Temple of Doom to be wearing. Their rhetoric, or what I could catch of it, was rather violently anti-everything, and those that weren't shouting stood flanking and stone-faced, grimly and unblinkingly surveying the highly entertained crowd. Further along toward the middle in something of a clogged 'courtyard' with tall and fully occupied pews of what might have been concrete, several buskers were plying their trade, but I was interested to see a small cadre of young people, all wearing matching black shirts, bearing a '9/11 Truth' banner, chatting those people up who stopped to listen. Not five meters away, and this is the honest-to-goodness truth, a Mickey Mouse on tall platform shoes dressed up in Uncle Sam regalia was doing a jig and posing for pictures, some inevitably catching the banner in the background. I grinned a grin, sighed a sigh, and walked off the potent dose of love and fear. Later, on the way to the play I was catching, I passed by some sort of property of the 'church of Scientology', with a bunch of fashionable youth, many in Guy Fawkes masks, gathered behind a barrier watched by about 3 cops, chanting generally weak slogans. All that nonsense managed to clear up my introspection right-quick, and I was able to actually enjoy the show.