My tribe good, your tribe bad

Sumir sem ég þekki á samfélagsmiðlum eru, furðulega nokk, bókstaflega nasistar. Öfgafull þjóðernishyggja er eitraðasta heimspeki sem ég veit um. "My tribe good, your tribe bad." Flóknari er hún ekki, þessi mantra einfeldninga. Þetta er speki sem hugnast mér alls ekki, af margvíslegum ástæðum, en gamli góði Schopenhauer var með þetta að vanda:

“The cheapest sort of pride is national pride; for if a man is proud of his own nation, it argues that he has no qualities of his own of which he can be proud; otherwise he would not have recourse to those which he shares with so many millions of his fellow men. The man who is endowed with important personal qualities will be only too ready to see clearly in what respects his own nation falls short, since their failings will be constantly before his eyes. But every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud adopts, as a last resource, pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and glad to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.”