@Oyolar, the thing is though that both Europe is roughly the same size as the US, but with a shitload more cultures, languages and international neighbourhood wars.
Little/no state health care => socialized medicine = socialist = communist = unAmerican!
Invading Iraq = protecting freedom/democracy.
Gas guzzling V8s are way better and more important than smaller, more economical cars.
Drive everywhere, walk nowhere.
Drive-throughs everywhere.
Dine out for breakfast daily.
All cops are like an inbred, brain-dead, hick army ready to fight its own citizens.
Everybody has a picket fence, which only exist in the US.
Using public transport is only for society's outcasts.
Even pensioners need ID to buy beers in a local shop.
Convinced that talking about or depicting nudity and sex in the media is far, far worse than the huge level of TV violence.
Obese, uneducated, utterly brain dead, ethnocentric, loud, indiscrete, damn near illiterate morons who are convinced that everything's so much better in the US, despite having only experienced the rest of the world through Bill O'Reilly on TV.
If those Lamebook posts are to be believed, the Japanese tsunami, earthquake & nuclear shit-the-bed in March 2011 are nowhere close to payback for Pearl Harbour.
Shouting English at most foreigners will help convey your message better and faster than picking up a few choice words and phrases in the local vernacular.
Similarly, all Europeans would be speaking German if the US hadn't waded in and blahblahblah, particularly those who, like me, learnt it in school.
Annual family studio portraits rocking some of the worst backdrop/outfit/pose/mullet combinations known to humanity. Then add some soft focus vignette, put it on a Christmas card and inflict it upon the world, just like my aunt and her lesbian lover do each year.
Drunken Americans say "Woooh!", "Dude!" and "Bro!" far too much and generally suck at understanding the fine art of drinking, either downing pints to achieve unconsciousness or assuming that because a man has 6 beers in him and is somewhat merrier than normal, his life is down the shitter.
Spelling/idioms - Grey, colour, car, neighbour, paedophile, vapour and my personal pet hate, winningest.*
Everybody's phone number has 555 somewhere in the middle.
*Incidentally, while typing this, how the fuck "winningest" doesn't get an auto-correct prompt, but colour does, is beyond me...