Glass houses.

Orthwein, the god of fateto Galadriel, Psychic Fair

While you're fully within your rights in participating in the usual pointless mudslinging going on here, you'd do well to mix in a good dose of reality first.

By all means, brag of your city and its accomplishments. Have the decency though to be suitably ashamed of being consistently razed whenever a halfway competent general so much as glances your way.

If nothing else, it'd provide an awful lot more inspiration to the young people of your city if instead, you would preach something along the lines of 'never again'. Bragging of managing to still exist isn't setting a terribly high bar.

Written by my hand on the 24th of Hindyear, in the year 1103.