Scotland baby! It might pish with rain and have a terrible obesity record in some parts, but the taliban brought religious war to Glasgow Airport a few years ago and what did us Scotsmen do to the burning terrorist, help him? Naw, we punched and kicked a burning man while he lay on the ground screaming, sigh the naivety of Al'Qaida brining a religious war to Glasgow.
The Vikings described the Scotsman as the most fierce-some, ruthless, brutal and lethal lot of people that they had ever fought, and that's coming from a sect of people who made their names by raping and pillaging their way across Europe.
Then there's the Romans, they made their way across the world, conquering and civilizing, conquering and civilizing, conquering and civilizing. Then they reached Scotland and built a wall.
Essentially, I love being Scottish for the heritage (Auld Lang Syne :P), for Frankie Boyle, for Limmy and for Scotch :P.
Mon the Scotland!