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.
There's young Private David, the grunt warrior, pure and strong. Then there's General David, forty years later, feeding at the armament manufacturers's troughs, waiting to speak to the media, hoping for a cabinet post...
ah yes, TLF, you refer to that gigantic, expensive, disorganized, inexorable bureaucracy, the deadly weight and momentum of which, once it issues orders, is what the nation's enemies realize will crush them if they do much more than hurl insults from afar.