"Somewhere there are still peoples, but not where we live; here there are states. State? What is that? Well then, open your ears unto me now and I shall speak to you of the death of peoples. State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. And coldly it tells lies. Whatever it says it lies. Whatever it has it has stolen. It bites with false teeth and bites easily. Even its entrails are false. It vomits its bile and calls it a newspaper."

— Nietzsche