Go back to hanging out with the subhuman America haters in Michigan. Their smell should have kept them out of this country.
You're talking like a skinhead instead of a FReeper.
I remember calling my mother in Florida from my job in D.C. that morning, trying to comfort her; telling her that I'd be alright, hearing the tears in her voice as I told her my fate was in God's hands while I silently prayed, "Thy will be done."