All the damn time.
I was born in this country, raised in this country, and raised to love this country. I grew up saying the Pledge of Allegiance at school, in the Boy Scouts, and even at home, and I've meant every word of it.
This is my country and these are my people. (Even if I tend to include Canadians.) My blood has been spilled on this land for fourteen generations, more than three centuries. I love this land, and I love these people.
But I never feel like I belong here. I feel like I am an alien among my own people. I cannot understand their values, and all too often I am disgusted by them. My people are, on the majority, hostile to everything I believe in-- religiously, politically, philosophically-- and I feel like I am watching them commit suicide.
I know that the government of this country will never be what I want, what I think this people-- my people-- need. And I know that my people will never turn away from this disastrous course until it is far too late.
But where am I going to go? I may be an alien in America, but at least I am an American. I've been told more than once to leave this country, to go to a country like China or Iraq, or another country with a government more to my liking... but I'm not Chinese or Iraqi. Alien or not, this is my country. And if I don't belong here, I do not belong anywhere.