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For when you get the bright idea to finally finish the revolution, say, or protest WWIII. These guys are clowns. They're bigger, more dangerous versions of your kid in his cowboy outfit and popgun. They don't understand. Swept up in the esthetic. Using a terror attack for their excuse. No, you don't wear camo around so you're ready to fight terrorists. It's like telling your daughter she can't wear her ballet slippers to church. You gotta stand up and say no, you can't play cowboys and indians on our streets.
Put it in the proper context. They're not being manly. They're little boys... and tomboys... who need telling. You better not cower. You better get this straight. The hour is getting late.
always and any time....
