I am just finishing something called Freehold, perhaps the oozingest pile of pseudolibertarian warporn that's ever passed in front of my eyes. At first I kept reading because it was funny how thoroughly cartoonish the whole thing was, then because I could not look away (and because when you're rocking a baby to sleep, reading something good doesn't make sense either). But ewww. Name a stupid Heinlein fanboy trope, from endless great sex with beautiful willing partners to a politely armed society to the persnickety bureaucrat with the soul of a jackbooted thug and it's there. In spades, doubled and redoubled.
Sorry to bother you with all this; please go back to your regularly scheduled knitting or otherwise, and I will go back to Gutenberg.