Short answer: You are mistaken.
Long answer:
I do not set out to insult people. Sometimes they feel insulted. That happens when there is a discussion going on when I see something inaccurate, or unhistorical. That is when I get impatient and put the correct picture into the discussion, with the greatest economy of words. That can come out sounding abrupt. That cannot unfortunately be helped; there is no point in going around and around the subject.
If you call THAT being partial, I feel sorry for you. Indians, Chinese, Pakistanis, all are equal to me. So if by partiality, you mean that I take one side or the other, then you are mistaken and your mistake is evident for all to see.
You talk about not respecting people from the other end of the spectrum. What spectrum? If it is the hyper-nationalists, of whichever country, yes, it is true, I do not respect them. It is they who cause all the ill-will and all the bad temper, and especially those of them who never have to face the consequences: the civilians about war, without a thought for the carnage and bloodshed, or for the aftermath of war, the cripples, the shattered families, the human cost. The non-residents venting the frustrations of life in their chosen overseas location by strident, shrill patriotism without any purpose, patriotism that is just a show, patriotism that just pushes their national position several notches higher than necessary, and keeps it there although it might be in everyone's interests to compromise, just because they feel that they are serving a cause, and that they are being noticed for serving a cause, and earning the unsaid thanks of a multitude.
Yes, I am an old man with an agenda. A few members of this forum,
whose shoelaces you are not fit to tie, have realised it. I value their understanding, and although not all of them believe with me that some goals are achievable, they have all agreed to watch me try. They know what I stand for. Speaking the truth is one of those things. And while these very sensible members approve of me, I find myself enjoying my final days.
When you grow up, Jon Asad, 10, 15, perhaps even 20 years from now, come back and read this. It will make sense then.
Now go away and do something else, you horrid little boy.
Now you'll make me blub.