/pol/ - International /Pol/itics & /Bant/er

The nonamerican mind will never understand the American experience. <
I go to a store in rural Wisconsion. I hold the door for an old woman. Everyone in the store is smiling at one another. I buy beautiful and natural foods with my money. (GDP of our poorest states are more than most Europoor countries.) I recongize the cashier from church and we talk for a few. I go to work at the appliance store. An old man shakes my hand and tells me I am a real fine young man. An old woman tells her friend that I am the guy to ask about wood and I've done good work before. I finish up my shift and head to the park. Three women talk to me for a few. I retreat home for the night for some light reading of assorted works by Mark Twain. Before going to bed, I make this post on /pol/ to make foreigners jealous.
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God Bless America.