Yes I do, I used to get insulted for feeling this way too. I love issues and whatever nation supports those issues, I don’t love dirt. I love higher education, human rights, economic growth, technology and science and a variety of other pinko liberal causes. I don’t care which nation supports them I will condemn and support that nation if it does or doesn’t.
The (people in the) US has alot to offer to world in regards to these things, but it works against them sometimes too.
Actually, it wasn’t that, exactly; it was specific stuff regarding trouble I could get into crossing the border.
I left the US about 10 years ago simply to see other places and experience new things. In that time, I found a place that I liked very much, came to like more than my home country, and now I intend to stay here. I don’t hate America, I’m just very disappointed, and the recent vote results (not only the presidential race) have simply confirmed that it’s not my country anymore. Next year I’ll be eligible for permanent residency, and I’m going to apply for it. I’ll consider citizenship later.
Unfortunately, the phrase “Love your country” has been used so often in the US in a jingoistic sense that it is a tainted term.
I don’t love my country. I don’t hate it or anything, but I don’t feel particularly patriotic. However, since it is where I’m from and where I live and so on, it happens to be the place I feel most comfortable. I speak the language and know the rules, you know? Right now I’m feeling particularly bitter and disconnected with the country, ask me again in a few months and I might be more inclined to give more kindly answer.
My country does have some incredibly beautiful scenery, though. I do love that.
I appreciate my country, but I don’t love it. And at the moment I am embarrassed by it and ashamed of it.
I appreciate the freedoms here, but I have no use for red-state people who proclaim their love of freedom while at the same time being first in line among those wanting to take other people’s freedoms away.
“Love” of country is a term that can’t help but be jingoistic, since love (IMHO) implies an emotional, rather than logical, bond. Sounds a little like faith to me, which I simply have no use for at all.
I like what the US stands for in principle, but am really disheartened over the election and will be hoping the next four years fly by, then improve.
However, I LOATHE my state (Texas). I’d rather be from almost anywhere else. And I’m sure the way most natives feel instead, they’d prefer me to be there too. 
I don’t love my country. In fact, I’m rather disgusted by its backward attitudes and the way it has warmly embraced graft and corruption. I’m also disgusted by their racist attitudes and their disdain for the pursuit of knowledge.
I’m not talking about the USA, BTW. I live in the USA, and I found that I like the people far more than I ever liked my home country.
Sure, I love my country, but I keep getting mixed messages from it. The only time it calls is when it wants something from me, like my taxes or Selective Service registration. Of course, I have only myself to blame, giving my heart to a nation that’s already married to conservatism, but still you’d have to have a heart of stone not to understand with how I feel sitting by an silent phone on Holidays and Election Eve. Maybe I should make myself more open to other relationships, but most of the other countries I think are kinda of cute, like Ireland and France, seem to have all so together, how could they be interested in loosening their immigration policies for someone like me?
I try to bring these issues up in honest discussion with America, and all I get is “Look, what’s wrong with what we have? Let’s just keep things going smoothly they way they are.” When I tell America I love it, it just responds “You don’t love mey - you’re just in love with being in love.” And then I look at it’s purple mountain majesties and Preamble to the Constitution and I get swept up with why I fell for it in the first place. But soon I’m alone again none of my issues have been resolved and I fell like such a fool.
Sure I’m super mad at the election turn out right now, but I don’t hate the US. Though I’m not extremly attached to it. Yes, I know how great it is and all, but I’m not planning on staying here all my life. I’ll prolly finish my schooling here, then I want to move to Europe for a while, possibly move back later.
Slithy Tove, that was masterful. 
Great stuff, Slithy Tove!
Since my late teens I held that my country (Netherlands) was: “a nice place to visit, but wouldn’t want to live there”. So I left. I’m starting to slowly kind of miss it, but still like it better here (in the US).
Was miffed with the people’s Republic of Pennsylvania for a while because of their restrictive beer and wine distributing laws, but I’m getting over it.
And on a day like yesterday, a beautiful fall day, in a stadium with tens of thousands of mostly peaceful Steeler fans watching the Eagles get humiliated, I had to conclude that it doesn’t get much better than this. Except maybe a week ago, when on a beautiful fall day the Steelers broke the Patriots’ streak. Or maybe in a few weeks, when skiing starts not to far from here. Or in March, when on filling out my tax return I again will be astonished as to how much money they let me keep. But I digress.
There are things I like about England and there are things I don’t like; on the whole, I think I’ll probably stay here, but I cannot stand the idea of mindless patriotism - insisting that ‘British is Best’ in cases where it simply isn’t true. That said, I do find myself particularly irked by mindless repetition of (what I feel to be) incorrect stereotypes about England/Britain.
On the whole though, no; I didn’t choose to be born and brought up here; it just happened, so I refuse to participate in the childish ‘mine is better than yours because I say so’ kind of mindset.
As George Bernard Shaw, a well-known Irishman once said:
And that’s pretty much how I feel. I love aspects of my country (and there are some that annoy me). It’s got some physical beauty (but many other places do too), it’s my home so I feel comfortable here - not like an outsider. I understand the people, their humour etc. but those are things that are only here by chance.
In the broad scheme of things I don’t think it’s rational to love Ireland any more than any other country except for the fact that my family and friends are here and my ancestors are buried here. If the same were true of any other country I’d probably love it just as much.
Suffice to say it’s natural to love one’s home but IMO patriotism/ too much nationalism is kind of irrational.
I’m pretty lukewarm towards the UK. Some things I like, some I don’t. Hard to imagine myself living in another country for any length of time though.
I never got this whole “loving your country”. I’m British by an accident of birth, I had no more control over that than I did over getting blue eyes, so it just seems a bit daft really. There are things about my country I’m proud of - the introduction of the welfare state, for example - and things I’m not - the Empire, etc. But loving it? Nah.
I don’t “love” my country. I deeply appreciate greatly the sacrifices made so that I can live here in peace as well as the rights that I have but I don’t love my nation. I do love the peaceful things my nation has done for the world and hope we continue to do other peaceful and helpful things for the world but what I do not like is the war machine, or the New American Century planned out for us by our leaders. My tax dollars don’t come back to me, they go to bombs and machines of death. Defense is one thing, but when my nation has second rate education and health care while we have the most MASSIVE military spending (I believe Cecil once covered this, saying we had something like the total defense spending of the next 6 nations, IIRC) while we fight wars that are not as straightforward as the Nazi ideology attempting to take over the world. We’ve killed hundreds of thousands of people (and lost thousands) in a couple of wars that were waged for reasons that involved not me or you but a few people up top who hated each other and who (along with all their family, friends, and friend’s kids) would never see a battlefield. no… I don’t love my nation.
I live on one side of an imaginary line and you live on the other. I am supposed to kill or at least hate you because of your location and disputes between a few people leading my nation and yours that wouldn’t listen to me unless I held a million dollar check in my hand.
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The politicians who campaign for the wars should be the first ones out in front on the battlefield. Dunno, maybe that’s one for another thread.
I don’t think that “love of country” is a direct translation to “my country is better than yours because your country is stupid.” I love my country. I love my little patch of the world. I think this is a great place, and I’m fond of it. So I try to contribute and make it better. That doesn’t mean I think other places are bad; I have always enjoyed traveling and reading about other places (in fact, my brain is far more full of other-history than of US-or-California-history), and I wouldn’t mind living abroad again–if anyone offered to pay for it, I’d spend a year abroad next week.
But this little piece of the world is mine, a bit like my family is mine. Other families are, I’m sure, very nice. Some are smarter or richer or neater or more talented than mine–but they aren’t mine. I try to help my family out, because they’re mine. I try to make my place a better one, because it’s where I am, and I love it just for that. (And for being a pretty great place.)