My country only has a half-arsed sort of government at the moment, basically what England allows it to do, so it doesn't really have much opportunity to get complacent. My patriotism mostly takes the form of flying the Red Dragon when I can, wearing a daffodil on the appropriate date (a leek when I'm feeling nasty) and shifting to my mother dialect when I want to call on the Taffia.
I remember that- spent a couple years living in S. Wales- kind of an odd position to be in, as an American "guest" watching how an incorporated/occupied country works, and how many Brits still think it's ok to sneer at whatever is Welsh in general. (Like most Americans, I'm a mongrel-but I tend to be proud of the Welsh blood so when I insist on correct pronunciation of our name, I explain it in terms of Welsh vowels, and boy does that get me some odd looks;) Don't expect me to speak Welsh, though- it was the most frustrating language I ever tried to learn
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That's exactly the point I've had to make from time to time; except that, of course, being in the UK I've never been in the oppressor position, only on the end of getting all of the kicks and precious few of the Ha'porth (e.g. failing to get jobs once they see where I was born
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