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The United States wants to play the victim. We do nothing but good throughout the world, but nobody prizes our generosity.

For the record, the U.S. stole a third of Mexico and has wreaked nothing but havoc on Central American countries. We seldom do anything out of the goodness of our hearts. It's what's best for our economy that influences our decisions.

We complain about Russia interfering in our elections when the CIA has backed dictator after dictator in Central America. We have engineered counter-revolutions to overthrow democratically elected governments over the price of bananas.

The quicker we stop bragging that we are a great nation, the better off we will be. Look at the Jews! They insist that they are God's chosen people and claiming that distinction has almost led to their extinction.

We should never forget that we are the only nation that has dropped not one but two atom bombs on innocent women and children.

We are not a great people. We have the strengths and weaknesses of the average human being.

Millions throughout the world hate us for our American arrogance epitomized by Trump who would use the N-word to address his racist audiences except the "fake news" would distort his intent when he was only rapping to express his solidarity with his black brothers and sisters. 

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