A VERY brief period in our history, as the European economies had been destroyed, and the Asians were just getting started. We all but had the world markets to ourselves, and American labor could extort all it could from their employers.
Of course, prior to the 1950s, many of our families lived in rowhouses or tenements (which they usually couldn't afford to own themselves), near belching factories, making only just enough to feed their families.
Oops, forgot that part. Lived in one myself. Not so bad! However, I stand firm on the tattoos and piercing, and when elected, I shall enforce a national dress code using Obamba's new Nationalpolizei ...especially on Sundays and at ball games. And, as a matter of national aesthetics, any man with more than one tattoo, or a single tattoo larger than 3"X5", any part of which is visible when wearing the mandatory coat and tie, long pressed trousers, shined leather shoes and color-coordinated high stockings, will be shot, if not on sight, while hanging from any hardware worn through pierced body parts. Females under age 11 and under 75 pounds, living below the Mason-Dixon Line, may have their mid-riff section bare during July and August with written permission from any Mother Superior of the Sisters of the Sacred Heart. I will however, allow men the smoking of cigars and pipes in public. Women will be allowed cigarettes, but not in public. After all, if elected, I might seek re-election and don't want to come across as harsh or dictatorial.
Now, in re Range Rovers and Hessians
The lamentable shenanigans of the Hessians during the late rebellion aside, you should not buy a Range Rover because they have the worst reliability record since the Yugo and Rover 2000. Look it up. BTW, I am no anti-British car xenophobe. I drove a long series of MGs and still own a Jaguar, all of which gave me weeks of intense motoring pleasure before requiring overhauls.
As Shakespeare hisself once said:
Drive ye English,
Drive ye the best
Drive ye about a Mile,
Hoof ye the rest