"We don't make power projection a priority" is all very well until you find yourself totally unable to stop the Islamic State from carving out a fiefdom on the borders of a NATO member state. Or unable to stop one ethnic minority from slaughtering another in the Balkans.
"We don't have money to spare on maintenance" is all very well until you're worried about some random faction in a Pakistani civil war doing something daft with a medium range ballistic missile and it's your antimissile batteries that don't work for lack of spare parts and trained operators.
"We don't consider weapons development a priority" is all very well until you're trying to figure out how to counter Russian arms supplied to a hostile movement in a nearby country... and you couldn't respond by arming your friends in the same country even if you wanted to, because you have no weapons that would help them fight back effectively.
At some point, you really DO need to find some way to shake loose a little more money for your military, unless of course you have resigned yourself to being defeated by anyone and everyone out there who is prepared to use force.
I am reminded of Natural Theology, by Rudyard Kipling:
One might also profitably reference the same author's poem Dane-Geld:Kipling wrote: Primitive
I ate my fill of a whale that died
And stranded after a month at sea. . . .
There is a pain in my inside.
Why have the Gods afflicted me?
Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
What is the sense of Religion and Faith :
Look how the Gods have afflicted me!
Pagan
How can the skin of rat or mouse hold
Anything more than a harmless flea?. . .
The burning plague has taken my household.
Why have my Gods afflicted me?
All my kith and kin are deceased,
Though they were as good as good could be,
I will out and batter the family priest,
Because my Gods have afflicted me!
Medi/Eval
My privy and well drain into each other
After the custom of Christendie. . . .
Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
Why has the Lord afflicted me?
The Saints are helpless for all I offer--
So are the clergy I used to fee.
Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,
Because the Lord has afflicted me.
Material
I run eight hundred hens to the acre
They die by dozens mysteriously. . . .
I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker,
Why has the Lord afflicted me?
What a return for all my endeavour--
Not to mention the L. S. D!
I am an atheist now and for ever,
Because this God has afflicted me!
Progressive
Money spent on an Army or Fleet
Is homicidal lunacy. . . .
My son has been killed in the Mons retreat,
Why is the Lord afflicting me?
Why are murder, pillage and arson
And rape allowed by the Deity?
I will write to the Times, deriding our parson
Because my God has afflicted me.
Chorus
We had a kettle: we let it leak:
Our not repairing it made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week. . .
The bottom is out of the Universe!
Conclusion
This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,
For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;
But what comes after is measure for measure,
And not a God that afflicteth thee.
As was the sowing so the reaping
Is now and evermore shall be.
Thou art delivered to thine own keeping.
Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!
Kipling wrote:It is always a temptation for a rich and lazy nation,
To puff and look important and to say: --
"Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.
We will therefore pay you cash to go away."
And that is called paying the Dane-geld;
But we've proved it again and again,
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
You never get rid of the Dane.