It would be an interesting study in ideas to trace how Americans came to hate themselves. Automobiles were our life blood, they still are, they have brought great pleasure and complex negative consequences. My first Chevy, a 55 V8 with four barrel and three moved to the floor was my first love. Nah, that was Linda, but that is another story. Anyway, how did Americans come to hate what they made, to look down on those who make them, especially when it provided a wonderful middle class life? Gawd, I still love the backroad, windows open, and beauty passing by.....
As a nation we sure as hell have some twisted values, when some gloat over the failure of who we are.