I remember a gardening advertisement. An urban homeowner was standing in front of his garage with the door open. With facial expressions of fierce determination, he was beginning his weekly battle with his garden. He was supported by every means of engine: string trimmer, blower, mower, chain saw, hedge trimmer. Backup support came from an arsenal of rakes, shears, sprayers, pole pruners, hoses and trash cans.
With "Rocky" music playing in the background, he dove headlong into the overgrown, weed-infested jungle that was his backyard. The camera cut away while all we heard was machinery, snapping branches and primal grunts.
When the noise ceased, he reappeared, triumphant in his weekly confrontation. The battle was won, but the larger war still loomed.