My relationship with my Uncle Sam is a wee bit dysfunctional.  I am a flag waving nationalist from way back, I back him in almost all things, and trust him implicitly but he seems to see my dedication as weakness (or stupidity).  He is my friend under one administration and 4 years later I am a pervert and dead to him.  It is very difficult for a person to plan a life when one year there is a parade for her and the next she is awake at night waiting for a helicopter to drop the special forces through the window.  It’s extremely queer riding this ride.