You're not supposed to like anybody. It's about the fall of civilization. There is no hero. Just flawed people. Nobody is standing up for the little guy. Nobody is doing the right thing every time.

That's the point.

I think they should watch it again and again, then, because that's the behavioral object lesson of the film. Everybody is the hero in their own story. When he has his moment of clarity, and says to himself, "I'm the bad guy?" it ought to be a wake up call to all the chodes who were cheering him on.

You're supposed to relate to DFENSE and see him as the protagonist. You're supposed to feel the same revulsion he experiences when he meets an actual Nazi who thinks he's an ally. You're supposed to feel the rush of excitement and power he gets finding a duffel bag of automatic firearms. You're supposed to feel the cathartic release of shooting up a fast food restaurant when the minimum wage worker smugly follows a pointlessly strict menu policy.

And then you're supposed to feel it all come falling down when he realizes that he cannot get his life back. He cannot restore his relationship with his wife or daughter. He cannot escape the consequences of his choices and his own lack of control. He did everything they told him to, but they lied to him, and now his job, his family, they are gone, and the cruel world doesn't give a shit. He is "not economically viable" anymore, so he has been cast off.

He thinks he has nothing left to lose. He's wrong. He thinks he has fallen down, and is on the rise. That sensation that feels like flying, it's because he's jumped off a cliff. And we're all supposed to feel the landing with him.