There's a class of visiting foreign students that regularly crashes the coffee shop that I frequent downtown. They're herded in by their teacher, an older woman who looks like she used to be a hippie and hasn't quite let go of it. She sits with them over tea and talks with them about America. Sometimes it makes me a little angry.

Today she was talking about Michael Moore. "Has anyone here seen Sicko?" Everyone stares at her, their faces blank. "Sicko," she repeats. "It's that Michael Moore movie about America's arrogant health care system." I can't help but roll my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not thrilled with heath care in this country, but I'm not going to shove propaganda down foreigners' throats.

One student recognizes what she's talking about and says. "Ah! Michael Moore. He is American trouble maker, yes?" The teacher scowls at him and says "He's an activist and a genius."

My eyes roll so far back in my head I can see my brain.

"Well don't worry," the teacher continues, "I'll show you guys Sicko next week."

No wonder the rest of the world hates us.