I lived on a farm growing up. We grew food for people to eat.

The government took our money to make nice buildings, that politicians got to live in. Supposedly we were being provided for, but only enough for a roof. No electricity. No good medicine. Just enough things to keep us alive for more work.

And then the oldest politician died and everyone was angry about how they had to live and blamed each other and started killing each other.

[That's about the nicest way he could put his thoughts but really he doesn't like any form of government. He thinks they're all terrible.]