No 'goal', just a policy wonk's passion for the forces and tides that define the socio-political matrix that undergirds and constrains every damn aspect of our lives, whether we realize it or not. Rugged individualism is a myth in these modern times, and a dangerously corroded one at that.
I laugh at the kiddies and the psychologically stunted adults who deny their own primitive fear and think the posession of firearms is their fundamental protection against the gummint. They live in a dangerously deluded and fetishistic armed camp whose false god and savior is the cold, obscene metallic machinery of personally held death.
Political plurality - our famous checks and balances now under concentrated attack by the radical right, accountability, transparency, continual education, and some true, 'liberal' ethos of the inclusion of ALL of us - are our strongest tools.
To those 2nd amendment nut cases I say, come back to me when the gummint allows you to have cruise missles and fighter jets and we'll talk.
But the bitter irony is that none of us, including myself, 'talk' much here. We just pronounce our pre-conceived ideas past each other. We don't even speak the same language, nor do we seem to even live in the same world.
So I have grown tired and cynical, and just snipe from the sidelines. It's like stomping on roaches in the midst of a forest fire,
"full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".