When I think of nationalism I think of all of the genocides, interments, mass deportations and other horrors which people have enthusiastically embraced in the name of nationalism.

Speaking as a member of the rootless cosmopolitan bourgeoisie, maybe nationalism, like religious fervor, is something that I am just incapable of understanding as I don't and have never felt it. I don't get all weepy when I see flags waving and yellow ribbons and such. I hadn't yet come to America when September 11 happened, but I was here during the end of the Bush years, all that nationalism didn't go to a great place. Problems don't go away because we wave flags, people just cover them up for a time.