I've seen the negotiation that left the Federation colonies in the Demilitarized Zone under Cardassian law. They *agreed* to stay. They *insisted*. Picard warned them they'd no longer be Federation citizens, and they said "fine, whatever." I remember that. I also remember Picard going "er, this isn't going to work," and them ignoring him.
So I have serious trouble feeling the revolutionary zen or whatever is supposed to make us sympathise with the Maquis going around blowing things up and starting interstellar wars and fucking up treaties, because apparently they're not Federation enough to give a shit about interplanetary peace, but they *are* still Federation enough to get pissy and vengeful when Starfleet won't go around randomly blowing up Cardassians for them so they can keep their land. Oh, and the land. "Their" land which is apparently worth more to them than their lives. Not very considerate of society, is it? Starting a(nother) war over a few farms. Very un-socialist, too, property taking priority over the ongoing survival of the Federation. Christ. More than anything else the Maquis just put me in mind of spoiled kids - ones that have left home in a huff, but still come back every now and then to ask for money and use the washing machine.
In other news, the nice manager man has removed the Gob of Buzzy Death on my balcony otherwise known as the wasp nest. The wasps have shown no new interest in the spot. Nor have any other bugs... except! Well, we'll get back to that. Anyway, I pruned all the balcony plants (as the balcony is no longer a Zone of Impending Death), watered things, and sprayed the former location of the Gob with diluted bleach, then for good measure misted the rest of the balcony not covered in plants, mostly to discourage them from returning. This may seem like overkill, but you are underestimating my irrational terror of wasps. Bad experience. Anyway.
Went to the store, got vegetables (Because while there for other things was seized with urge to improve The Soup recipe; will attempt switching out leeks for green onions, and adding a little tomato paste. Just a little. I'll let you know how it turns out.) Opened the balcony door when I got home, to attempt to lower the ambient temperature of the apartment a little, and was attacked by the largest spider I have ever seen outside of Science World. (See, I have this standing agreement with all creepy-crawlies inhabiting my apartment - I accept the fact that we must co-exist, and I tell them that so long as they don't crawl on me, eat my food, or sneak up on me, we can live in peace.) The exchange went as follows:
Me: *standing breathing in the air outside which is about ten degrees cooler than inside*
Spider The Size of a Hamster: *leaping onto foot* SURRENDER, HUMAN!
Me: AUGH! *shaking foot to dislodge spider*
Grandchild of Ungoliant: Mwahahah! You cannot defeat me! I am eternal! I am-- ack! *flies across balcony*
Me: I keep telling you people, just don't climb on me and we'll all be happier!
Spider: *clinging to bean-netting* You cannot simply flick me away, human! My kind walked the earth before your kind rose from the sea!
Me: *crouching down* Uh huh. And my kind's got bigger lungs. *blows spider from netting*
Spider: *spinning a web and coasting down to the garden two floors below* I will have my revenge, filthy biped! I will have my reveeeeeeeeeeee..... *trails off*
Me: *yelling after spider* And my lifespan's longer!
Neighbour Coming in Front Door Below Me: *concerned stare*
Me: *pointing* Um. Spider.
Neighbour: *smiles, nods, edges inside*