no, they went to the military to protect the population, and gingers, from the smart people in the opposing military (just like ours) that will plot invasions.

Riiiight, I switched from a vocation of aviation maintenance to firearms, probably cutting my paycheck in half, to sell my principles. Not for the sake of principles you've never bothered to comprehend. To be obedient, despite the government doing everything under their legal authority to shut us down. To serve masters, which I can leave at any time for any reason to go work for another company, or to start a business of my own.

You say that as if we don't both know that you would munch on the exhumed remains of Margaret Thatcher's rotting asshole at the whim of a state bureaucrat who even suggests that your monthly allowance is under threat.

All to desperately avoid contributing to society, to stay safe in front of your computer screen, where what you so arrogantly call "your" "ideas" never have to meet the brick wall of reality. But yeah, go ahead and convince yourself that I'm the one with masters. As if you wouldn't be homeless and destitute if daddy government weren't there to keep you fed.

As a side point, I assure you, your opinion of the modern United States Military cannot be as low as mine. But at least I've had the balls to put my life on the line for something more important than myself. I know you don't understand that, and I pity you for it.

Nom, what I say next, I say out of love. I say it in the (probably vain) hope that you'll one day wake up and realize you've wasted your life, while you still have time to turn it around. Because if I spent my entire adult life dependent on collectivism and unwilling to contribute, desperately avoiding responsibility or purpose, I would grab the Ithaca 37 off my wall, get in the bathtub, and fire it in my mouth. If there is one goddamn thing I ever write that gets through your useless excuse of a mind, let it be this:

I would rather be dead than be you.