The U.S. military is a death lifestyle

 My father, a retired marine, has the death mindset and by force enslaves me in forced child labor.

I am 46, and he demands from me that I do any and all tasks for him on his property, for free. I live with him and pay rent. 

He chooses the luxury of living on a two acre land with a 4 bedroom 3 story house, 15 minutes from Washington dc, and violently forces me to upkeep his land, without pay so this is possible for him.

I think this is how it is in Africa still.

My father born in 54, was born into a time where all modern convenience was brand new. Most in the 50s still grew and slaughtered their own meat. Grocery store and home refrigerators where still very brand new.

If I complain about not graduating to more fruitful tasks that would become gainful after all these years of forced free child labor, he violently assaults me, which is when someone makes me believe I will be hit, which is battery.

He talks down to me all day every day like a drill Sargent to keep me in inner turmoil, a state of dissociation and depersonalization, so I comply and never gain my own personality of the abundance that he fails to realize its his own generation that created it- Automation that has lifted the burden of hard and manual labor.

The military forces recruits to dissociate, then to implant a false grandiose vision that is void of self preservation, so they are willing to die for someone by questioning no one but themselves. A fear based state.

It is much like prison and slavery.

In the 50s in the USA, subsistence child labor was the order. In the mid 2020's in Africa and many other parts of the world, that is still the name of the game, due to lack of infrastructure. 

Child Mis use and ab use that leads to adult.

I have started to ask my father daily when he is violent, are we going to war, and is hitler here. He answers with violent rhetorical questions that are intonned as close ended and not open like "You figure it out".

The military bully each other and their families to illicit a constant pecking order that is not static below general that prevent themselves from realizing they are in death mode for someone else. They are awarded with million dollar machinery so they are full of themselves but tangentially never somehow satisfied.