Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?

Am I patriotic? Good question. I used to be. Back in 1999, my answer to this question would have been unequivocal. You’re goddam right I’m patriotic.
But then the century turned. The Supreme Court handed George W. Bush the presidency of the United States even though Al Gore received more votes. Maybe that’s when my faith in my country started to erode. And it has been chipped away ever since to the point that I don’t know if I’m patriotic anymore.
What does it mean to be patriotic? It means being loyal and devoted to one’s country and its ideals, principles, and values. It also means being proud of one’s country, loving it, honoring its history and symbols, and doing one’s best to contribute to the country’s success and wellbeing.
Ideals, principles, and values, huh? I’m afraid there’s the rub. The ideals, principles, and values that I see being embraced in 21st century America are unrecognizable to me. I do not share them. In fact, I am appalled by them.
I can honestly say that I am no longer proud of my country. I feel like I’m surrounded by people who I don’t understand and who don’t understand me. People who are not only dishonoring the history and symbols of the nation, but appear bound and determined to tear it all to shreds. And that breaks my heart.
The trouble is that, despite all this, despite my disappointment and disillusionment, I can’t imagine living anywhere else. And I’m too old to start over someplace else, anyway. So here I will remain, a stranger in a strange land.