I am a Scot.
I speak from the heart.
I know the value of friendship.
I drink my whisky from my great-grandfather's quaich.
I wear my clan tartan with pride.
I fight back tears at the skirl of the pipes.
I long to walk n the footsteps of my ancestors.
I was born and raised in Toronto,
but I have Scottish roots.
In 2010, I am going home!
Nice one oracle, thanks for sharing but this is a vein attempt to show that the person who wrote the above is a nationalist. Longing for the place you were born and raised when in foreign lands does not make you a nationalist. It is very natural. It happened to all of us who happened to find ourselves in exile in times when communications were rudimentary. I remember the relatives crying for days when a person was to embark on the long journey to England. As though he was dying.
Now, many people made their way back, fired by the passion of the homeland, but when they came back they turned the place upside down in order to return to the foreign lands. What they found upon returning did not match the ideal picture they drew in their mind. Girls at home had mustaches and did not look after themselves very much. On top, they were carefully protected and difficult to approach. Private life was unheard of, and the taste of fair England and other destinations returned sweetly and serenaded freudianly to their subconscious. Most duly went back and here goes your nationalist theory.