Speaking of video games, the one I'm playing now, "Army of Two", is about the privatization of military outfits; defending the country for a living and not for honor or glory (what kind of glory and the price of it is seriously questioned).
In the game's story, two opposing politicians (not pictured above) are debating over the bill that would privatize all of the military. Defending the country would be a service paid for, like hiring a house-cleaner. Corporations would be fighting over publicity and the people's money. Mercenaries would be out in the field killing other mercenaries. But a mercenary would only make money when there's war (unless he did a part-time gig as an assassin), which would give them the incentive to start them. One being's profit is always a million other people's suffering.
Am I obsessed/captivated by the action hero/protagonist image? The ability to affirm themselves wherever they go and give dire consequences to whoever revolts? Perhaps the Columbine shooters and Jeff Wiese had seen themselves in the same light. Envisioning that they were personas of singular bravery with the power of affirmation. After being outcasted and criticized, they started to think that their flaws stuck out everywhere they went, and that passersby on the street and friends alike secretly or outwardly laughed at them. They became paranoid, and paranoia makes everyone seem like the enemy.
I wonder if this waitress thinks condescendingly of me because I'm biting my nails. The Roots are playing. I had a small slice of pecan pie with coffee and a bottle of water and my bill is $11. Perhaps it's outrageous prices like this that drive people to join private outfits and take out ambassadors in Beijing. Then the corporation can cover the bill.