Why do people go oooonnn and ooonnn about patriotism as though it's a good thing? What good is loyalty to some random geographical location where you happen to be born? I mean, doing what you can to help your community is all good and fine, you see people like that all over the planet, helping out different parts of the world, and freedom fighters when a nation is being oppressed, but patriotism, pride in your random spot of dirt, isn't the will to help the people around you, it's just a feeling that gives you a high sense of pride in useless trivia (like "oh, we still have the monarchy, placed there by god himself", or "our national dress consists of psychedelic monkey-suit and a hat so ridiculous that could make a giant pink-polka-dotted sombrero jealous") and an inflamed sense of hatred against anyone who happens to be born on any particular other piece of random dirt.

And now that i've mentioned the monarchy, all these monarchs couldn't have honestly believed they were sent by god! (Monarchy relies on a Royal family that is believed to lead the people to do God's bidding) Saint Joan of Arc and Henry V or VI both believed they were doing God's bidding, but they were fighting each-other. Did Bonnie Prince Charlie and King George II really believe they were obeying God's will by playing a monumental-scale version of Chess? Either the whole idea of religious leadership is completely screwed up and pointless, or there is a god, but he's a sick bastard who delights in the death, misery, and torture of his own creations.

The king is dead, long live the king, and this is the new fascist regime. (see Shakespeare and The Sex Pistols)