I bloody love the yanks and America.
I have been six times, first time was with my father when about 5, just before JFK was shot,later I did the student road trip, had my heart broken, been to conferences, been to Disney and Las Vegas, took the Greyhound from New York to San Francisco when I was in my late thirties....and always met with great generosity, good manners, good humour. astonishing landscapes .
When I was in New York in 1978,my pal and me were so broke we thought of selling our blood, the places that did this were disgusting and dangerous, and we were gently steered away to a restaurant that gave us a free meal and then jobs in the kitchen for a few days .
I became ill with tonsillitis , had temp of 104, delirious...taken to ER in what sounded like a war zone, given fluids and care, antibiotics, a vast Afro-American male nurse made sure I didn't have to pay, as I had no insurance...silly youth that I was.
I could go on with many examples both from America and Americans I've met here about their good qualities; of course I've met idiots and the nasty too, but for sheer loudness and arrogance I don't think I've ever seen worse than braying Brit hoorays in New York or puce tattooed thugs with the Union Jack wrapped around them in..well. almost everywhere.