My last post reminded me of a Bryan Caplan post; a letter to nationalism.
Nationalism, I know you're itching to lecture me about how you're better than all the other Nationalisms out there. That may be true, but it's no excuse for the way you treat me. Stop talking like you own the house I live in, the air I breathe, or me. You don't. You never did. Frankly, Nationalism, you make my flesh crawl.
