America is hated because
The girls on the beaches of California
Have perfect breasts in treasure cup bikinis.
The hatred of America
Is irrational spleen,
The venting of jaundiced jealousy.
The hatred of America
Is motiveless malignity in action.
It is the product of diseased hearts,
Of hydatid cyst brains.
It is a malady
Both tragic and unpardonable.

The hatred of America
Is inflamed by the wonders of the Rocky Mountains,
By the freedoms of the eagle.
The Grand Canyon is an open scar
Gashed on the soul of those
Denied a sweet admittance to the States.

American genius
Is another source of hatred.
America's sheer ability
Is both envied and resented.
The versatile Edison,
The ingenious Buckminster Fuller,
The incendiary champions of the intellect
Who glued together Google,
These, the Promethean fire-bringers,
Are hated as if by bitter gods.
The hatred of America has quite a lot to do
With its ingenious science and technology.
And with its culture.

American culture?
A catfish cookout,
A pumpkin Halloween,
A bonfire
With toasted marshmallows,
A leisured beer
In the peace of a firefly evening.
Christmas, Easter, New Year
And Thanksgiving with the family:
These things are anathema to the enemy.
Gap, Wal-Mart, Saks Fifth Avenue
And the City Lights Bookstore —
Babylon's shopping mall made flesh —
Is an infliction
Not to be endured by the shopless.

The hatred of America
Is a cancer.
It comes out of the thin edges of nowhere,
Uninvited,
Forced by no reason,
The cryptic satanic
Self-creating itself in evil.
Textbooks
Cannot account for it.
Professors
Have no thesis to explain it.

The hatred of America
Certainly has nothing to do with history,
That asset traded nowhere on the bourse.

America is not,
Lets be thankful,
Without friends,
People and nations both
Which have learnt its virtues.

The Shah of Iran, for example, was a friend,
Resplendent on the Peacock Throne,
Glorious in his wish-fairy robes,
A true and trusted loyalist
Who always did the right thing.

At America's behest, the Shah
Was prepared to do pretty much anything.
Kill people, torture them, throw them in jail.
Iranian oil,
As the Shah in his wisdom knew,
Must be safe for American bowsers.

Islam,
The inimical foe,
Overthrew him.
Sayonara, Mr Peacock!

Ignorant of all but the Koran,
Illiterate in market forces,
The Islamicists
Saw not the need to support
American freeways.
Acting from out of their prejudices,
They misconstrued reality,
And purported
That oil on Iranian soil was the oil of Iran.

Seeking new friends,
A bulwark against the rabid Islamic threat,
America found a convivial Arab welcome:
Saddam Hussein,
Master of Iraq,
Genial host
Of the Baghdad acid baths.

Pumped up by American arms and American money,
Iraq put Iran to the test of war.
Long years of battle followed.
Patriotism, heroism, sacrifice and loss.
Impressive war memorials built
By either side.
The result, disappointingly,
With millions dead,
Was a draw.
More disappointingly still,
Saddam
Decided his friendship had a price:
An oil well called Kuwait.
He took it,
And more war followed.

The Americans,
Thus jilted by Saddam,
Made friends with the lovable furry folk
Who populated Iraq.
To them America bestowed —
As America often bestows, and freely —
Peace, order, prosperity,
Free speech,
Democracy,
Women's rights,
Telephones,
Running water,
Electric lights
And toilets
"Sanitized for your protection".

And American oil companies.
(Thrown in for free, as a bonus.)

But,
As the saying goes,
No good deed goes unpunished.
American benisons were,
Around the planet,
Deprecated.

The above, in brief, explains
The anti-American thing.

If you want alternative input
On why America is hated,
You will find it in the locked wards
Of the psychiatric hospitals of planet Earth,
Jail cells where the incurably demented
Rave at America
On account of imagined fantasies from Hell:
The Congo,
Guatemala,
El Salvador
And Vietnam.
In their aberrational ideation,
America becomes the new imperial Athens,
Enlightened at home
But barbarous abroad.
America is libeled as a nation
Which kills, kidnaps, tortures and incarcerates without trial,
A hegemon
Which seeks to rule the world.
America is mistruthed as a nation
Which overthrows governments,
Masterminds coups,
Organizes assassinations,
Fights grueling proxy wars with the blood of others,
Then smirks home, replete,
To hamburger heaven.

In response to such lunacy, America
Should answer with the truth.
The girls of the beaches of California
Are indeed beautiful,
And have perfect tits.
The American hamburger is a cholesterol machine
Beyond which there can be
No imaginable improvement.
American movies are the most
Car chase crashtacular
Ever visioned.
America is the world leader
In all the important arenas,
And always will be.
Jealousy
Is unbecoming,
And will get you nowhere.

Note, however,
That I do not argue that America is flawless.
American chocolate
Is not at all to my taste.
And the ice cream!
Precisely how or why
That texture of edible grit is manufactured,
I have no notion,
And no real wish to know.