Hyperbole, I get that. But, yeah, you Americans sure seem to love your flag a whole lot. That was one thing that struck me when I first came over to visit y’all. Flags everywhere. In every public space, even on the subway cars. It was a bit disconcerting.
Just an observation. Not making any judgements. Overall, I like you guys. 
Scandiwegians, you say?
Well, for one thing, Norway is the bestest country in the world, Norwegians are the awesomest at absolutely everything, and if you come from anywhere else, starting with Sweden (in fact, *especially *Sweden) you are obviously some kind of moron or at best irrelevant. Oh, you didn’t know any of that? I guess that’s because you didn’t grow up in Norway in the eighties. I did, and that was the message I was getting from everywhere. (Oh, and yeah: It turned out to be wrong.)
I don’t think kids these days are getting that message as strongly, though. For one thing, we’re connected to the world now, by way of the interwebz and such, so there will be evidence to the contrary from an early age. Also, people travel more. But going by newspapers and people’s conversations, the idea certainly still seems to be around.
Also, we do this stupid shit once every year. If any other country did that, the neighbors would be worrying about impending invasion. (And, yeah, I know I just complained about the flags in the US. I’m sorry. We only do that one day each year, though. It’s not a year-round thing. And since it’s a public holiday, I can sleep through it.)
So, on the one hand, an inflated sense of self-importance. We’re totally schizophrenic about it, though, because on the other hand, we’re clearly also suffering from a massive inferiority complex. Any time anything Norwegian is noticed in the wider world (some pop star having fifteen minutes in the international limelight, some Norwegian scientist being mentioned in footnote in an international paper, fuck, anything will do) the Norwegian media is sooo happy. “They noticed us! The big, grown-up, proper countries noticed us! We love you, big, proper countries!” So, yeah, there’s that.
How can you have those two ideas - inflated sense of self, and a sense of inferiority - in your head at the same time? Well, Norwegians do. Some therapy is probably called for.
At least you Americans have reasons to be patriotic. For starters, you can actually invade places and get away with it. We Norwegians would obviously get our asses kicked if we tried invading a sandwich shop. We’re only a country because absolutely no one, starting with the Swedes (in fact. *especially *the Swedes) can be arsed to blow us off the map and get it over with.
Which, fellow Norwegians, is something worth remembering every now and then. And, while I’m on the subject, the other thing that needs remembering is that every aspect of our daily lives around here, culturally and materially (apart from the lutefisk, and if that actually is an aspect of your daily life - what’s wrong with you?) is imported. We don’t ever invent *anything *in this place, maybe apart from skiing and certain disgusting kinds of cheese.
Anyway, I’ll stop now, as I seem to be whipping myself up into an anti-Norwegian fervor. I didn’t mean for this to become an essay-length hijack. Apparently, I have some feelings on the subject. Maybe I should look into that. 
As for the rest of the Scandiwegians, I think the Swedes and Danes have a more balanced and sensible view of their place in the world. They’re *on *the European continent, not basically falling off the edge of it like the drunk uncle leaning too far off the balcony railing at your Christmas party. So I guess it makes sense for them to be less messed up.