"...ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country." J.F.Kennedy
I'm not proud I am an Estonian. National pride is illogical from its very core, as was so humorously pointed out by the late George Carlin. How can you be proud of something that happened by chance? You could have also been born Indian or Chinese. You don't take pride in being the gender you are, a thing that happened by chance, nor in the fact that you happened to have siblings, which is also something that happened by chance.
Cultural values belong to the culture, not it's heirs. And being bound to carry, with regard to your country, the traditions you inherited, is nothing short of a cretin obligation which I choose not to follow.
I submit myself to thievery and the subterfuge that follows. I like to strip sacred things of their sanctity and pride and make holy land seem nothing more than common ground. Things with made up deeper meaning are of no worth to me. And the reason for my public treason? Well ask the blinded eggs who do not see... true values.
It's not like materialism is my basis for such behaviour. Even I can look for meaning deep beyond. But why would I ever cast my virtues aside, like so many do, for worthless bits of malformations, when the true meaning of things, the one more pure, lies in the beauty and in the soul.
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