Homo americanus was an immigrant, or the child of immigrants, even if his direct ancestors had been here since the nation's founding. He did not lose his immigrant's fervor or flavor in terms of how he might act. He was willing to gain a new tongue and to put that above his desire to hold onto his mother one. This willingness often meant children who couldn't communicate with relatives who were only one or two generations removed from them. In some cases it meant a language lost in a single generation. The Homo americanus subverted his festivals, his tastes, and his manner of dress to the watered down version he found here. Barring that, he slowly convinced his neighbors to join him in those practices, after a fashion. It wasn't about loss as much as it was about gain. It wasn't about selling out, so much as buying in. Even if it was undertaken with regret, it was a salutary experience and one that showed results in short order.
Homo americanus knew he could escape a caste or the fixed class of people he had come from, even if his family had been trapped in that status for centuries. Yes, there has always been a psuedo aristocracy in this country, attempting to assert itself. It has never been successful. Some parts of the country might have drawn some distinction from having folks on the Mayflower. Others, sought to make their aristocracy artificially by the purchase of slaves. Still others, considered the idea of "old money," over new wealth. I would argue that the advent of the television saw the creation of the Celebrity as the latest claimant to special citizenship. But it is safe to say that for homo americanus the notion of aristocracy has been held to be contemptible one at best, and also a humorous one, at least.
Homo americanus was patriotic. He loved his nation fiercely enough to fight for it, or failing that, to be a fierce pacifist in defense of it -- driving a battlefield ambulance, for example. He has always been reluctant to go to war, by in large, but once summoned went and went motivated by gratitude. He had a form of isolationism from world events which was largely dismissed as the trouble over there, and however much he would like to see that rectified, was more often trepidatious about seeing his new neighbors have to do anything about it. He was the man that had to be whipped into frenzy to act militarily, and it was normative to have tried everything else first.
Homo americanus was concerned with big ideas and first things. He was motivated by a hunger for justice and once having tasted "fairness" never forgot its flavor and never failed to pass it on to his children. More importantly, he had come from the old world and so he still knew what that word meant. It didn't mean that all men ended up the same way, or that all men always had every chance that every other man did. It merely meant that in his own eyes, and in the eyes of his neighbors he shouldn't be restricted unnecessarily from taking his shot -- IF it presented itself. It also meant that if he took his shot and failed, he would always and forever be free enough to take his shot again.
Homo americanus wasn't perfect. He was collectively imperious and a bit arrogant. He hurt others, at times, it is true. He was also the sort of fellow that believed himself to be the king of his own castle. He was the assurance of his own safety. He was the keeper of his own peace. He was the sort of fellow who was free to speak his mind, worship his God, find his own happiness, shun or salute his fellows, and to laud or denigrate the scoundrels that he himself elected. On some level, even if nothing else, he felt his neighbor had the right to the same thing. His track record wasn't perfect, but he was continually redrawing the circle around those whom he might consider included in the word, "neighbor" even going to war, killing his own brother, and laying down his life, if necessary to do so.
Homo affodilus is greatly concerned with exercise, not because it is something that makes him more capable, or stronger or hardier, or more able to survive or to do work; but because it looks nicer and makes himself more attractive in his own eyes. He likes his arms in a certain shirt or his buttocks in certain jeans.
Homo affodilus could care less about the results of his labor, and is rather content with keeping whatever fruits the State decides to parcel out to him from it -- just so long as he is still able to afford the temporary delights he is also accustomed to having.
Homo affodilus is willing to practice theft from public property for personal use and profit, primarily because he sees the inefficiency in public ownership and believes on some level that he is owed more than he has been able to thus far collect.
Homo affodilus still practices international isolation, but not as a reluctance to intrude in the rights and responsibilities of others, but only as a reluctance to mar his own visage or to depreciate his estimation in the eyes of the rest of the world.
Homo affodilus is passive and obedient in the face of authoritarianism and even naked aggression because he believes that the security he is afforded is well worth the sacrifices that (chiefly) others must endure.
Homo affodilus is not only risk-averse, but avoids responsibility for himself and even for his neighbor, while arguing most vocally that he is chiefly concerned with his neighbor -- so much so that he is willing to trust that neighbors welfare to anonymous others without any real oversight.
Homo affodilus is an addict either to the numbing power of television, personal aggrandizement, narcissitic entitlement, or the illusion of his own power.