It is the nature of a slight that the slighte be the object of the slighters scorn and as such it is hard to reconcile your claim that you are merely telling us of the slightes geographical location. The author may indeed be an yank (which, for the purpose of this comment, i will use in the manner defined by you), but i fail to see what your discription (of him) gains from the addition of this information since it is directed at the author who, one would presume, already knows his nationality. I cannot therefore but presume that you add it insidiously.
Let us say that you are a dutchman. If you were to come across a fellow dutchman who, in your opinion, was dumb, would you call him a speechless Hollander? No you would not! To do so would sound ridiculous. I suggest that you would pick another noun, one which you felt best described this mute dutchman, maybe blighter, or perhaps that other b word that denotes "one who is addicted to the unnatural vice". In your comment, Tarquin, you replaced such a noun with "Yank"
Let us say your dutch friend (whats his name by the way?) is of indonesian extraction, you may want to call him a "dumb blackamoor", would this be less or more racist than your description of Jerimi. Is it simply discriptive? or is the discriptor infact a device to insinuate a more sinister meaning?
I would suggest that, by drawing attention to it, you are showing distain for your dutchmans moorishness (if i had suspected that you kept going back for more, that you were "one that is addicted to the unnatural vice" I would have left well alone) otherwise you would not have commented upon it. Your disdain of yankyness and moorishness is insidious and rassssssist
Either that or your just don't grasp the purpose of an insult
You six foot tall, 11 stone, blond haired, blue eyed, sock wearing, perfectly normal looking poemranker.

First you're rasssist to Jerimi and his smooth buttocks and now your having a go at Andries.
Don't hate Andries cause he's black

......opinion is fact? Oh by my sacred gonads

The sad thing Mr. La Bog, is that i can always spellcheck and solve my problems in spelling. If i so choose. But there is no 'imagination check' which means you're fucked. Therefore, you are still a d-i-s-a-p-p-o-i-n-m-e-n-t. Even with a gallon of electric eels pourne into an enima i fear could not shock life back into that maggot riddled heap of road kill somewhere in nebraska that you label your imagination. I fear years at the chalkboard have taken their toll. Must i take a poll