My least favorite kind of racism is anti-American European chauvinism. It’s the sort of racism that I grew up with as a liberal child.

Some of these anti-American chauvinists are genuine Europeans from Europe, but many of them are simply Americans who hate themselves and wish they were European.

It’s a very dumb sort of chauvinism, because it has in mind a white Scots-Irish man living in Appalachia who likes to get drunk and beat his wife, combined with the Cavalier slave owner of the south who likes to drink whiskey and make his slaves sing “Dixieland.”

But it becomes so abstracted and divorced from its original target that it ends up targeting… Brian Chau…

Genuinely racist people at least have some colorful flavor to their stereotypes. Each race represents some kind of unique urge of the human spirit. So blacks are given to violence; Asians are given to the grindset and the studymaxing; Hispanics embody the desire to form gangs and invade and conquer foreign lands… None of these stereotypes are very accurate or biologically rooted, but at least the story is entertaining, and offensively humorous.

But there is nothing entertaining or humorous about calling Brian Chau a “typical American,” calling him lazy, entitled, and immoral. What the hell does any of that mean?

Americans work more hours than Europeans. They have fewer… entitlements, literally, than Europeans. As far as morality goes, I suppose Americans are more prone to fight in war, but I think that’s less to do with the principles of Europeans and more to do with their enervation.

This is all Europeans have: their morality. Puffing out their chests, talking about how “Americans are racist, Americans are violent, Americans are evil…” It is the pride of a schoolmarm churchlady. It is the pride of an old woman who never did anything and is now croaking from her death bed about how she always hated all her children. Pathetic.