Most people work for money. Some of them enjoy their work, but they would stop if the money ran out, or if they became rich.
Those people are the regular ones, the ones we count on, the ones we become. They miss out doing anything interesting. Worse, they miss making enough money . They end their time bored and poor.

Militireese– those people with a PX gut, pension from US. Fat on cheap beer, fat food and expensive healthcare. They sit on their fattened ass, complaining about the government that paid them, provides for them, even now, long past their utility. The only thing they can be counted on doing is voting Reblican. They are the loyal followers. Waddlers wallowing for glory.