Europeans Visiting the US for the World Cup Have Been Marveling At American Plenty, So the Left-Wing Bitter Widow Vanity Magazine "The Atlantic" Tries to Prove It's All a Right-Wing Psyop

This has been going on for a couple of weeks. Europeans are posting videos (mostly TikToks) showing themselves astounded by the portion sizes at American restaurants, enjoying American conveniences, delighting in America's unique cuisine (such as barbecue and chicken and waffles), and generally enjoying the American way of life.

Emanuel Quiñones @EQuinones6310

Jun 19

The World Cup has turned America into a discovery channel for the rest of the world.

And they are not handling it well.
In the best possible way.

Here is what they are discovering:

Free public restrooms. Europeans pay every time.
Free water at every restaurant. Just appears.
Free refills. Coffee. Sodas. Iced tea. Unlimited.
Free chips and salsa before you even order.
Free warm bread with dinner.
Ice in drinks like civilized people.
Air conditioning everywhere. Not a moral debate. A fact.
Parking lots attached to the actual place you are going.
Drive throughs where the food comes to the car while you sit in it.
Ranch dressing by the gallon.
Tex-Mex that cannot be explained only experienced.
Dental care that actually works.
Buccee's. There are no words for Buccee's.

Then they found the grocery stores.

Five of them within one mile.
Each one the size of an aircraft hangar.
Burgers. Steaks. Brisket. Ribs. Pulled pork. Lamb. Veal. Every cut of every animal ever domesticated by human civilization available in one refrigerated aisle at ten in the morning on a Tuesday.

The Germans stood in the meat section for forty five minutes.
In silence.
Processing.

They finally understand why we do not have trains.

We have roads wide enough for the cars we actually drive.
Parking lots the size of small European countries.
Airports in every city worth visiting.

Why would we need trains.

The Germans are taking ranch home by the bottle.
The Dutch found queso and briefly lost the ability to speak.
The Japanese are photographing HEB like it is the Louvre.
The Czechs are weeping in West, Texas.

Welcome to America!
The greatest country on earth.

Some video examples:

More examples. There are some are repeats from the last one in the beginning, but it's mostly all new:

And marveling at American suburbs and high schools:

So it's a nice story. It's a trend that reminds us in America to not take our plenty for granted, but to be grateful for it.

The left, on the other hand, doesn't think it's a nice story at all. They hate America for its riches and simultaneously curse it for having so much poverty. Choose a lane, guys.

So Steve Jobs' useless widow's Rich White Karen Needs a Hobby vanity magazine The Atlantic tried to debunk this "trend," as it's called, of Europeans appreciating America. They tried to prove it was inorganic. Fake. A right-wing op.

Note that he failed to find any evidence of this, but The Atlantic still claims, in its headline, that the videos are "not what they seem." Lack of evidence for the conspiracy is just further evidence of the conspiracy.

Justine Bateman read their attempt to #TakeDown this #ReichWingOp so that you don't have to.

Justine Bateman @JustineBateman

It's sad that someone would feel compelled to write an article like this.

Within this Atlantic article, the writer strains against the joy that's been expressed by our foreign World Cup guests, and tries to find evidence of its falseness.

He is unable to.

I have saved you the trouble of reading the article. Enjoy all the happy videos instead.

And @TheAtlantic, you would gain many subscribers if you were to instead print the obvious piece about the joy being expressed. And also pull some happiness to yourself in associating with this joy.

"Joy" is a dirty word to communists. They are anhedonic, unable to take pleasure in the joys of life, so out of spite they seek to deny joy to others.

Communists, as you know, are the most miserable people who have ever infested the earth. They look at people enjoying food they never had before, like barbecue, and get angry to see people showing pleasure.

There is only one kind of pleasure allowed on earth, and that is to agitate for communism and "critique" -- meaning "relentlessly attack with invective both fair and fictitious until it collapses due to the sheer weight of hate heaped upon it" -- any functional, working capitalist system.

If successful, this "culture of critique" results, deliberately, in the immiseration of all people it is inflicted upon.

Now it just so happens that I saw someone post on Twitter a letter to Karl Marx from his father. Marx's writings created the "culture of critique" and he announced the scheme to engage in never-ending denunciation of the bourgeois comfort he was born into, with the idea that if enough communists engage in this coordinated Satanic rite of mass denunciation, it will bring civilized society down, dying from a million cuts from angry, spiteful, bitter, mentally-ill communists.

I thought maybe the letter was a fugazy but no, it's entirely real.

Karl Marx's father scolded him for not replying to any of his letters, except in a "fragmentary" "embittered" rant. He then scolded Marx for being permanently bitter about his state, despite having grown up in material comfort with all of the advantages in life.

I've bolded the key part but I'm including all of it. Skip to the bold if you're impatient.

Have you still your headquarters in Stralow? At this time of year and in the land where no lemon trees are in bloom, can this be thinkable? But where are you then? That is the question, and for a practical man the first requirement for correspondence is to know an address. Therefore, I have to take advantage of the kindness of others.

In other words, Karl Marx is a transient with no fixed abode and does not update his father on his current whereabouts. But he "takes advantage of the kindness of others," which I assume means he gave this letter to a mutual friend to deliver to the itinerant communist dipshit.

An address, however, is form, and precisely that seems to be your weak side. Things may well be different as regards material?

His father's kind of witty. He's mocking the idea that Marx has no "material" to write to him about.

At least, one should suppose so, if one bears in mind: 1) that you have no lack of subject-matter, 2) that your situation is serious enough to arouse great interest, 3) that your father is perhaps somewhat partial in his attachment to you, etc., etc., etc., and yet after an interval of two months, the second of which caused me some unpleasant hours full of anxiety, I received a letter without form or content, a torn fragment saying nothing, which stood in no relation to what went before it and had no connection with the future!

If a correspondence is to be of interest and value, it must have consistency, and the writer must necessarily have his last letter before his eyes, as also the last reply. Your last letter but one contained much that excited my expectation. I had written a number of letters which asked for information on my points. And instead of all that, I received a letter of bits and fragments, and, what is much worse, an embittered letter.

Marx was a manic-depressive lunatic, as one could gather from his Exclamation-Point-Riddled-Rants!!!, and I imagine the last fragmentary letter to his father was written in his style of deranged excitement and denunciation, which caused the poor dad to worry.

Frankly speaking, my dear Karl, I do not like this modern word ["embittered"], which all weaklings use to cloak their feelings when they quarrel with the world because they do not possess, without labour or trouble, well-furnished palaces with vast sums of money and elegant carriages. This embitterment disgusts me and you are the last person from whom I would expect it. What grounds can you have for it? Has not everything smiled on you ever since your cradle? Has not nature endowed you with magnificent talents? Have not your parents lavished affection on you? Have you ever up to now been unable to satisfy your reasonable wishes? And have you not carried away in the most incomprehensible fashion the heart of a girl whom thousands envy you? Yet the first untoward event, the first disappointed wish, evokes embitterment! Is that strength? Is that a manly character?

FUCKING GO OFF KING!

You yourself had declared, in dry words, that you would be satisfied with assurances for the future, and because of them renounce all outward signs for the present. Did you not make that renunciation word for word in writing? And only children complain about the word they have given when they begin to feel pressure.

I don't know what this means but the sense I get is that Marx has pestered his father relentlessly for money, writing only when he needed some, and at some point angrily declared he would trouble him no further for it, and now the father is asking: Did you not tell me directly that you would no longer make demands on my wallet? Are you a "child" who now regrets that declaration and seeks to undo it?

Yet here too your luck holds. Your good mother, who has a softer heart than I have and to whom it still very often occurs that we too were once the plaything of the little blind rogue, sounded the alarm, and the all too good parents of your Jenny could hardly wait for the moment when the poor, wounded heart would be consoled, and the recipe is undoubtedly already in your hands, if a defective address has not caused the epistle to go astray.

Time is limited, for Sophie is to take the letter before the post to the von Westphalens, who now live far away, and this good opportunity also was announced to me only today, so that I must conclude. As a matter of fact, at present I would not know what to say, at most I could only put questions to you, and I do not like to be importunate. Only one thing more my Herr Son will still allow me, namely, to express my surprise that I have still not received any request for money! Or do you perhaps want already now to make up for it from the too great amount taken? It's a little too early for that.

I think the means "I am surprised I have not received a demand for money since your last one," as he goes on to mention "too great amount [of money already] taken."

Your dear mother refused to reconcile herself entirely to the fact that you did not come home in the autumn as the others did. If it is too long for you and dear mother until next autumn, you could come for the Easter vacation.

What a shock, a spoiled communist, refusing to pay his parents any kindness, only writing when he needs more money to continue loafing around without contributing anything to society (and indeed, as the fullness of time will reveal, doing a great deal to destroy it.)

posted by Disinformation Expert Ace at 03:43 PM

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