Love for one's country comes not from a cost benefit calculus. It is an attachment to the way things are, to the assembly of traditions, places and people that comprise one's life. I'm sure if I grew up in the Bernese Alps, I'd be a patriotic Swiss. Though I understand the aims here, a list of positives is beside the point to me. If it were merely a list of positives, I might find a country that improves upon this list in every regard, and renounce America.
I found some writings by G.K. Chesterton, and he expresses it incredibly:
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"But he must not ask, “Why am I arbitrarily made a partner with So-and-so?” He must not say, “What rational difference is there between spades and diamonds?” If he really loves his kind, he will, as far as he can, and in the great mass of things, play the parts given him. He will preserve this gay and impetuous conservatism; he will throw himself into the competitive sports of nationality; he will walk with relish in the ancient theatricals of religion...
A man who loves humanity and ignores patriotism is ignoring humanity...
Cosmopolitanism gives us one country, and it is good; nationalism gives us a hundred countries, and every one of them is the best. Cosmopolitanism offers a positive, patriotism a chorus of superlatives. Patriotism begins the praise of the world at the nearest thing, instead of beginning it at the most distant, and thus it insures what is, perhaps, the most essential of all earthly considerations, that nothing upon earth shall go without its due appreciation. Wherever there is a strangely-shaped mountain upon some lonely island, wherever there is a nameless kind of fruit growing in some obscure forest, patriotism insures that this shall not go into darkness without being remembered in a song...
Each of us thinks his own country is the best in the world, just as each of us might think his own mother the best in the world.
On a fundamental level, hating one's country is unmanly, akin to hating oneself. Whenever I meet someone who's positively proud of their background, traditions and people, I can't help but like them a little. Hating one's origins is ignoble and debasing. Provided they have some grace about it, it's a refreshing change to the consumer of tasteless modern popular culture.
Personally, there is a lot I dislike about America, but I don't really see those things as essential to its character. Or I'm content to ignore certain aspects as confined to the lower strata, like crime and tastelessness. Maybe I'm just deluding myself and living in the past to be patriotic, admiring a country that no longer exists as it once did.
The unfortunate thing about America is that just as it was coming into its own, and becoming a real civilization, modernism struck. The West began to lose confidence in itself after World War I; it's most apparent in art, where the commitment to beauty and truth was tossed, in favor of the modern and avant garde. The war on beauty and truth continues apace, as phenomenons like feminism and fatties continues.
"America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between." - Oscar Wilde