Some stuff about America sucks. Lots of stuff, really. We're dumb and fat, like to give celebrity couples nicknames and are sexually attracted to hybrid automobile technology. But some stuff about America undeniably rules. Namely, hydroplanes and Blue Angels.

If you can watch this without getting aroused I have no interest in knowing you. Stare at a solid rooster tail long enough and you know everything is just going to be okay. A world that produces these hydro crafts "powered by aircraft engines and built with space age materials and designs" is a world worth loving. Fast and awe-inspiring and deafening and dangerous and intense and powerful and extreme and BAD. ASS. FIST PUMP!