Having cake

Nationalism is a scourge, in that every national thinks it's problem unique. Poor things. Prey to ego. "No country could have suffered as mine!" "No people suffered as ours!". Oh really. Oh really. Oh really. But what can you say? Deprive the weak of comfort blanket? Or let them have it. Let the sightless keep self pity. "No place is as hated as our nation". Ah, let him have it. Let him have his cot and the shawl he pulls over his eyes. He will only throw a tantrum if you expose him to the draughty uninspiring truth.

Who wants to know the grass is just as dry on the other side, as it is on this?

Nationalism is a scourge, in that every national thinks it's valour unique. Poor things. Prey to ego. "No country could have valour as mine!" "No people brave as ours!". Oh really. Oh really. Oh really. But what can you say? Deprive the weak of comfort blanket? Or let them have it. Let the sightless keep self delusion. "No place is as triumphant as our nation". Ah, let him have it. He will only sulk if you take it from him.

Who wants to know the grass is greener near the septic tank?