I like to think of myself as just a humble sentinel (minuteman if you will), called to assist in this war against the libs and their culture of death. To assist in some small way, the real warriors of FR, the Viking Kitties. These are the men standing on the wall, that is the fortress of FR. I for one am glad that they are on that wall, and I pledge to do whatever it takes to help them, even death (live FRee or die!). Cue the VK mission statement (with appropriate patriot music in the background):
We live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it?
You? You, DU Trolls? We have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for sissy libs (oooo, it’s not fair, waah), and you curse the marines. You have that luxury.
You have the luxury of not knowing what we know. That war, while tragic, probably saves lives. And our existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want us on that wall,
you need us on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something.
You use them as a punchline. We have neither the time nor the inclination to explain ourselves to a troll who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that we provide,
and then questions the manner in which we provide it. We would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way;
Otherwise, we suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, we don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Viking Kitties … this Bud’s for you!!!!
