Let's get it done. One way or the other. Before I'm too old to fight if the bread lands jam side down...
Molon labe...
I haven't yet read the dissent, because I was so pissed off by the smarminess of it in the first two paragraphs I couldn't continue. Maybe later I'll have a shot of my nice Russian vodka, put on some soft music, and light some nice calming vanilla candles, and try again.