America is a little like your messy teenage son. He thinks money grows on trees. He litters. He picks fights and sticks his nose in business that just isn't his. He doesn't clean his plate. No doesn't clean his room. But, he is smart and beautiful, funny and creative. And sometimes he stands up for what's right even when it isn't easy. With all his faults, you love him, because he is young and arrogant and learning. And he's yours.