It's so easy to be someone who hates being American and living in America. We're trying to figure out where the roots of patriotism once held a golden lining. Back when you could buy an ice cream cone for 25 cents and the girl that you kissed on the cheek was named Susie and she wore long ponytails. The purity of the 50's, 60's, true Americana... of course, with a little bit of "dirty" thrown in there. When you're having your sock hop in the basement and the fuse breaks, the lights go out.. suddenly Susie becomes an attacking vulture. The ice cream cone falls to the ground. We're so goddamn patriotic, it'll make George W. Bush scared to be an American.