Lefty liberal "progressives" don't even like America or Americans. They believe it is fundamentally broken, something which needs a complete reorientation and restructuring from the bottom up.
You can see this impuse by looking at some lefty bumper stickers.
You've seen these cars, the ones that go by plastered with all sorts of bromides and smug phrases. It's all about getting the Sheep to wake up.
They are constantly scolding us to love the earth; be peaceful; stop eating meat; sayings attributed to Ghandi, Einstein and American Indian chiefs; asking us to imagine peace, the need for the Air Force to have a bake sale to buy their bombers, etc.; asking us how expensive it is to not educate a child; telling us defend Roe v. Wade, while at the same time asking "What part of 'Thou Shalt Not Kill' Don't You Understand?"; demanding we all Question Authority (except, of course, when they become the Authority)....
Scold, scold, scold, scold....
They of course are not The Sheep, nor any of their friends who agree with them; they are the Awakened ones. They consider themselves, proudly, to be among the elite, awash in a a sea of benighted fools. They want to be seen as an atypical American. They last thing they want to be, egads!, is a "typical" anything, let alone a "typical American."
Where as conservatives - or at least those who dislike the "progressive," smug, self-satisfied, scolding elite, are proud that they ARE "typical Americans," and see themselves, happily, as part of the mass of America. On their cars you'll see "America: Love it or Leave It."
These people see this as their country, warts and all; the former see this as just some place, unfortunately, they have to live in for now.
Oh, they love "typical Americans" in the abstract and imaginary.
Look at Hillary's grotesque pandering to what she imagines to be the Common Folk. Well, they "sit around the kitchen table" trying to sort out their weekly bill, trying to make ends meet and wondering why they, good Sunday church-goin', huntin', hard workin' Salt-of-the-Earth can't seem to catch a break.
When the men-folk are done workin' at the factory which their daddy and daddy's daddy worked at (no doubt, for lunch they had a ham sandwich packed by the little woman, in one of those big black lunch boxes with a plaid Thermos full of coffee), they hop into the old Ford truck and drive over to the local, privately-owned Bar and have a shot or two and beer from a can. You can find a hat rack filled with Cat Diesel Power caps at the doorway.
They imagine a "Lake Wobegon" kind of Common American, at best. Hell, look at Garrison Keillor himself as a perfect example of this elitist condescension! At worst they imagine a Common American that is sick, dysfunctional, hiding the most grotesque abuses and ignorance behind their religion and guns, etc.
In reality they wouldn't spend two minutes in that Bar, unless they were passing through on a road trip and blogging about it as if on safari some where.
In reality they think they're all idiots. Look at Howard Dean's entire campaign, which boiled down to, "Vote For Me You Knuckle-Dragging, Common, Dim-itted Middle Americans! I'm On Your Side!"
No, they dont even like America.