We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Kill those fucking Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives
Kill those fucking Yankees who ordered them to torture
Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers
Kill them all slowly and painfully."
I'd be inclined to agree with you, and at 65 I'm somewhat old fashioned. But, living near Camp Pendleton I come across a lot of old Marines like me and a lot of the new Corps. None of us old Corps guys bug the new Corps guys with yarns of the old Corps, as we suffered through in our day. We all recognize that today's Marines are the best ever.