Vintage style leather jackets?

Well-cut for casual and business uses. Durable past a lifetime. Trim cut for American men, not dropped, raglan shoulder, Eurotrash clothing, for lounging on the Via Pretensa or shopping at the "upscale" mall. Coffee, not cappuccino. Chocolate chip cookies, not biscotti. This isn't, though, to cast mud on other cultures or mores, merely to assert that we have our own heritage and style, which articulate, color and shade us, and one should look homeward first, to discover the gems in our own backyard -- especially now, beset as we are by utter savages and the Quisling nations of the West which abet them, purchasing fake security with the blood of Americans and our allies. All Europe seems to offer now, unfortunately, is fool's gold, the tinsel -- loud as dross always is -- of a "morally superior" bourgeois Left (contradictory in terms) sated on a hypocrisy of cushy life styles and delusions of grandeur, poisonously hostile to America. Remember all our clueless 20-somethings -- The Fifth Column, the collaborators -- marching in support of European disdain of American policy. (At least Europeans read books and design good cars. They're two big ones up on us there!) The mutant, writhing afterbirth of a ménage of television, severed families and a criminally unsupervised, subversive educational system. Everything one does or doesn't do is a statement. Think before you wear? Ciao.