It’s almost embarrassing to confess this, but yeah, that’s me (or used to be me), sitting back in my easy chair, waving a flag. My “nationality” is such a profound, lifelong part of who I am I rarely actually questioned it. At best I shrugged, then momentarily glared in anger at . . . the government, the media, whoever. Why do we have a trillion-dollar military budget, or a president who wants to up it to 1.5 $trillion? Why do we always have an enemy or two or three, who isn’t as human as we are and must be defeated, or at least arrested?