>>76592386
Americans don’t place their identity in who they are or even the bodies they live inside of.
An American’s identity is in what they own and what they consume. Literal cattle.

It all starts the day they’re born when their Amerimutt mother removes the skin off their cock, and the Amerimutt copes by saying “Who cares? It’s just my penis. At least I drive a pick-up truck.”

Americans are some of the saddest people on Earth. They ride around in their mobility scooters with their mutilated cocks, and they brag about the size of their house and car. Meanwhile, they have a heart attack after walking up the steps in their own home.