…is patently offensive.
Such moments remind me that the real love of country, like the love of God, cannot be predicated merit or deserving, but simply on gratuitous love that goes on loving its object whether the love is deserved or not, and often when the object of love acts like an enemy of the lover. Nobody every loves his country more than when he loves his country despite the fact it does things that are a stench in the nostrils of God. And if he truly loves her, he will confront her and go on doing so till she either repents or kills him.
“My country, right or wrong” is like saying “My mother, drunk or sober.” – G.K. Chesterton