They marched through mud and fear, beneath a foreign sky, For love of home, of kin, of truth that does not lie. Their blood bought speech, belief, and the dignity to stand! Yet now, soft hands in offices undo what they once manned. Freedom was their covenant and compliance, now our chains.                                                Their silence cries for courage to make us free again.   We build no tyrant’s altar, we raise no coward’s shrine, But bow to laws that change

Welfare begins as compassion but matures into control. The state that promises to provide everything must, in time, own everything and everyone. And they tell you "you will be happy!"

Ultimately, stress management is about doing better, when it matters, rather than about feeling better. The practical advantage is what separates those who perform from those who provide protection.