Oh! Umm.... yeah, this is awkward now...
James Van Iveren has.
There are many reasons I’m thankful for being an American. For example, we don’t say stupid shit like “trousers” when we mean “pants.” Some of the other differences I’ve run into while talking to my friends from across the pond are: We piss in a “YOO-rin-all” and they piss “yoo-RHEIN-all;” We crap in the stall and they crap in a cubicle; We use a crosswalk and they use a zebra crossing; We have intersections and they have pelican crossings; etc.



So why do I even care at all? Because I fucking hate hypocrisy and I’m in the middle of a giant display of it. You see, Germany has had to live with the shame of what they did last time they felt proud to be German, namely: declaring themselves the master race and then putting 11 million people (give or take – genocide is kinda inexact like that) in ovens. Since then, they’ve held their noses in the air and shit on anyone else who’s proud of their country, calling them nationalist pigs and that kind of stuff. The French are nationalists, but they always have been so there’s a consistency there. Americans are patriotic bordering on nationalist but, again, we don’t crap all over other people that are proud of coming from wherever it is they come from. Germans do. But they’ve found an outlet for their nationalism, which is to say that it never went away in the first place. They call everyone else pigs while waiting for the German team to get good in soccer, handball, badminton, competitive pie eating or what the fuck ever, and then they break out the black, red and gold face paint and the flags and once again sing, “Deutschland, Deutschland über alles!!” Not since they wore swastika armbands have Germans been so proud of being German. If ten percent of the people watching this game could name two handball team players, I’d take it a little easier. But since that’s not the case, fuck it, a spade is a spade and a nationalist hypocrite is a nationalist hypocrite.