No, we "hate your guts" because you're a sniveling coward who's turned his back on his (former) country just when she needs you most. We "hate your guts" because you're a sniveling coward who shoves his cowardice in our faces at every opportunity, badmouthing the nation we love and will defend to the death if need be. The pain we may feel in the future will come nowhere close to the pain you'll feel as a dull, rusty Mooselimb machete is applied to your yellow throat, in some Turd World pineapple grove.
"I love America as it was founded."
Yet, you don't have the guts to stay and help we patriots restore America to what she was meant to be. You'd rather sit on your Turd World beach and criticize what America has become, while criticizing patriots for preparing to do what our forefathers did 238 years ago. FU, you cowardly Monday morning quarterback.
"They are not from my ancestry, Uncle Sam, 1812"
Your Uncle Sam is watching you from Heaven, asking himself how one of his descendants could have turned out to be such a freakin' coward. One day you'll meet him, and he'll spit in your cowardly face.
"Can you tell me how you are fighting the Obamination?"
Whatever raybbr and the rest of us of are doing, it's a helluva lot more than your chicken a** is doing, sipping Mai Tais in your Turd World beach house. Other than pi**ing off those of us who are getting ready to do what must be done, what are you doing, coward?
"I still vote, and I am doing far more then you are."
Well, whoopty-freakin'-doo! That's some sacrifice you're making there, Chuckles. Sorry...voting is a bare minimum, so if that's all you're doing, then STFU...you're as much a part of the problem as the Obamaphone woman.
Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!