Passing the hat around to towelhead royalty looking for a handout. Mooching dimes off sidewalks and smoking used butts from the train tracks. Formerly known as the greatest nation on Earth, today a sad greasy public vagrant that door attendants shoo away from private hotel entrances. Staring heavenward with their rheumy eyes, brimless hats pulled down over their filthy matted hair, clutching a burlap potato sack around their shoulders for warmth. Another victory for multiculturalism and postmodernism.