"It wasn't me"

It's strange that you don't want me to call you the West. You call yourselves the West. We all grew up hearing about how wonderful the West is. You're happy to take collective credit, as the West for whatever you think is good. But for the bad things, you wanna disassociate yourselves from it.

When you're talking about the bad things, then you're like, what West are you talking about exactly? Who do you mean by the West? The way you people tell the story, you would think that every European on the continent participated in painting the Sistine Chapel. All of you collectively invented penicillin from the telephone to airplanes, from the the cotton gin to the microchip. You all did that as one gigantic team effort.

You like being called the West then, but just bring up one, just one of your innumerable atrocities, and then everyone starts looking around. Who? Who? Me? Oh, you must have me mistaken for some other West.

Cue, you know, shaggy. It wasn't me. You wanna take collective credit, but you wanna individualize blame.