We are the militia. We are sitting on our hands, while our treasure and our very means of existing are being taken from us. And we tell ourselves that soon a Republican (or a wave of them) will come and save us; will turn back the clock, resetting America to a free economy and some basic fear of the Lord.
People under siege always holler that the enemy has come for their guns. But the enemy comes for our spirits.
And they come for the minds of our children; and for our food and water, after which our spirits are somewhat easier pickings.
So I don't scan the hill, looking for the cavalry here.