If your idea of fun is gunning the engine of your muscle car and laying down rubber in a quiet neighbourhood where everyone else is trying to get some sleep, there is a word for you.

If you like to shatter the silence and create tsunamis of wash with your power boat in utter disregard for anyone else trying to enjoy the river and its wildlife, there is a word for you.

If you foul the countryside with the packaging and cans that have contained the swill responsible for your edematous gut, there is a word for you.

If you think your right to own weapons of war and brandish them in public without let  or hindrance trumps the right of parents to send their children to school without worrying if they’re going to come home in body bags, there is a word for you.

If you insist on flying a flag representing a failed rebellion whose aim was to destroy your country and perpetuate the subjugation of a race, there is a word for you.

If you think the people to whom that flag represents a raised middle finger deserve the middle finger and should get over it, there is a word for you.

If you think it an unacceptable assault on your liberty to be asked to wear a mask lest you spread a  contagion that may cause fellow human beings to drown in their own pus, there is a word for you.

If you think freedom means doing whatever you damn well like regardless of how it affects the rest of your community, country or planet, yes, there is a word for you.

The word is arsehole. America is in the grip of arsehole culture, starting from the top.