The thinking American expat no longer cares about any particular country; he cares only that the country he is currently in is a safe haven.
The thinking American expat know that America’s economic and political system is nothing more than Capitalism on crank, a mortal addiction for which there is no effective 12 step program.
The thinking American expat laughs at his countrymen’s unending obsession with national leaders, fascist or otherwise, fairly elected, or not.
The thinking American expat knows that many Americans will stop at nothing to get money, sex, and power, and so chooses to avoid most, for he detests primitivist alpha whatever vulgarity.
The thinking American expat knows that America has been massively enfeebled if not mortally wounded by the Nov ’16 election, but that playing chamber music on the deck of the Titanic is a stupid option: let someone else be the sacrificial martyr on the altar of presumed freedom; it’s all a fool’s game anyway.
The thinking American expat knows that around 40 per cent of the American population are ignorant, dangerous boors. He can choose to fight them by any means necessary (yawn), or simply move somewhere else where he does not have to interact with such rubes.
The thinking American expat puts family and clan above all else. It is the Bedouin ethos; nothing else matters.
The thinking American expat knows all naked ambition is meaningless, full of sound and fury, and signifying nothing.
The thinking American expat knows that fantasies about a Scarface or Quaddafi type of conclusion to the current state of affairs is a lamentable waste of time; enjoying beautiful sunsets in places as far away from America as possible is the smart move, any day of the week.