The Poles like to joke about themselves - we look for enemies next door, and friends far away.
Where there are two Poles, there are three opinions.
They have to. They're in a rough neighborhood. America is lucky. Canada up north. Oceans to the east and the west. Mexico down south. People complain about Mexicans. Sure they get in some trouble. But they're a weak neighbor and we've been the colossus next door their entire existence.