"Hey, to each his own." Big shrugged amiably. To be honest, his familiarity with the ways of the Old Country (any of them) was fairly rudimentary, gleaned as much from stereotype and popular media as anything else. Anything that happened before 1492 was kind of unimportant as far has he was concerned.
"What's not to like?" He replied, exhaling another billow of smoke as he leaned back. "We are living in the richest nation in the world, my friend. There's a car in every driveway, a dishwasher in every kitchen, not to mention a pack a' smokes in every pocket. Yes sir, this is free market democracy at its finest."