Gaspode, (your not slavic, are you? Your name is very similiar to the Croat word for ‘gentleman’)
I have to agree. I am not a native-born American (although I have spent over half of my life here, on and off, and am now a citizen.) When I go back to travel, I generally cringe when I see Americans.
I cringed in Rome, when I saw them lined up at the Mcdonalds near my hotel.
In Mexico City, the Americans always stood out like sore thumbs in Zona Rosa, where there were plenty of Brits and Germans.
I thought I would be safe from embarassment in Jundai (near Sao Paulo, Brazil), but no such luck. The first ‘white’ person I ran into was an American buisnessman. What does he ask me? Directions to to the nearest Mcdonalds…Given that equisite food is plentiful and cheap in Brazil (Chahasqarias, I think the resteraunts were called, phenomonal grilled food), I should have shot this motherless fuck. Instead, I gave him directions to a shitty part of town. I hope he got mugged.
Only in Canada can Americans come in on ‘stealth mode’. Even though the Canadians may be loath to admit it, the two cultures are remarkably similiar 
But all said, this is the country that I consciously and willfully chose to live in and call home. No regrets. None.