Just go read Charlie Pierce.

I’m a big boy. I am not made of spun sugar. I know my country — and therefore, since we are in an era in which the distinction between civilian and military casualties is as ephemeral as it was in Atlanta, or Dresden, or My Lai, me — has enemies. I know that it is the obligation of my government to protect me from them. That is right there in the Preamble. Thing is, though, it comes after the requirements to form a more perfect union, establish justice, and ensure domestic tranquility. And it comes a fk of a long way after the most important three words of all.

“We, the people.”

Is that a great comma or what?

Just tell me what is being done in my name.