Oh, I'm not calling into question your advice. I *had* goals, back when I was a younger and more rogueishly attractive version of myself. Thing is, I then went on to accomplish all of them. Now all that's left are things which either really aren't my problem, or that are way outside of my ability to meaningfully address. Sure, I could catch a flight home, get myself a knife, and start shivving commies, but there's simply too many of them to get through and they'd probably breed too quickly to make that a viable course of action. I'm a decade away from formal, state-sanctioned retirement - which means that I endure less than ten more years of this crap and then I get out. I get to walk into the desert and this horrible world gets to go pound sand down a rathole. Until then, I continue to supply grey-market arms and ammunition to the willing, as well as scorn and invective to the stupid.