Those poor Americans will now have to wear their shades and avert their eyes, I guess, as they line up for the tacky, trashy Niagara Falls casino. Now I'll take a lecture from Americans on landing a man on the moon, but I'll be damned if I'll sit back and take lecture from some U.S. newspaper on what is in good taste and what isn't. To me, America is synonymous with tacky. Everything about the land of home and the brave is gaudy and overstated. Nothing about it is understated.
Lights blink on and off constantly like a cheap carnival.
It has the biggest and fastest planes and cars, the tallest buildings, the greatest singers including Barry Manilow, the smartest people and so on and so forth. If you don't believe me, just ask them. It was only fitting the gaudy great finned cars of the 1950s came from American automakers. What other country in the world has billboards cluttering its landscape, extolling the virtues of smoking or some place called South of the Border. And without Americans we wouldn't have warehouses full of Avocado coloured refrigerators.