40 Of The Most Bad-Ass, Masculine, Manly, Alpha Male Quotes Of All Time

Right Wing News ^ | Nov 2011 | John Hawkins

[Vermont Lt]

Again, you balls must be huge.

I am far from a peacenik.

Didn’t it suck when you came back from war? Did it fix anything?

Our country needs an enema. You should use your brain for something other than a hat rack. We cannot afford to tell everyone else what to do anymore. We are weak now.

Until we get strong again, you need to go find your jollies beating up homos or blacks. Because the next time out government cries wolf, we will get stuck with no bullets and no way to get our guys home.

[Sequoyah101]

But you’ve got to negotiate. /s

Negotiate hell. There is only one way to deal with snakes, reptile or human, kill them.

We have negotiated for ages. We have let the left take three steps forward while we barely hold the line for only a moment against another step.

The time has come to plow the road back to what we new to be the right road of a Godly nation and liberty with self-responsibility.

The liberal utopia must die.

[Drawsing]

You sound angry... and you stereotype people here as racist and violent. I don’t believe this approach will help whatever cause you espouse.

[BikerTrash]

bump mark

[Vermont Lt]

I am not angry at all.

Why is it when i call people out on their desire to blow stuff up and kill strangers, I get called angry?

[X-spurt]

Your testicular fixation is very amusing.

So, let’s nominate you the enema master, sounds like got ya a rectum thingy too.

Now the rest of us will do the dirty work to keep America safe while you can while your time away in wishful porn.

[gogeo]

Thank you for serving as an example.

[gogeo]

Our country needs an enema.

Finally we can all agree.

[Squantos]

Ya cheat an lie ya die ..... Hillary Clinton.,.... < /sarcasm>

[Bull Snipe]

Another Lee quote: “General Meade will make no mistake on our front”.

[old-ager]

I’m gonna reach down your throat and tear your heart out.
— Col. Flagg

[old-ager]

Come and Take!

[IncPen]

WESTMORELAND O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin, Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispin's day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

[21twelve]

“You either get them out alive or you die trying. If you didn’t die trying, you didn’t try hard enough.”

“I didn’t think I was going to die. I knew I was.”

Dakota Meyer, Marine, MOH, Afghanistan