Sigh. Mores the pity when we American men have moved from give me liberty or give me death and similar calls to arms, to stating a symbolic rhetorical reference.
Sigh. I could say more but it would accomplish nothing more.
Yeah I know. Unfortunately, I didn’t know my little laptop voice was so powerful. Apparently, some of my recent rhetorical comments have the left up in ARMS in a panic. They think that millions of angry redneck farmers are going to march on DC and personally toss that paper hanging son of a bitch out of the White House. Not that I wouldn’t love for that to happen some day, but it’s not going to happen on this march.
Note: “Paper hanging son of a bitch” is a rhetorical reference to a line out of the Patton movie. I’m not actually accusing the president of being a paper hanger.
Likewise, my recent “Fill your hands you sons of bitches” was a rhetorical reference to the fictional U.S. Marshall Reuben J. “Rooster” Cogburn, a big talking one-eyed fat man, as played by John Wayne, who seemed to enjoy gratuitously kicking outlaw butt. I thought it was fitting at the time, but I didn’t mean to literally challenge the president and his fascist flunkies to a gunfight.
Spelling it out slowly to the left: It was rhetorical!
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like... victory.
Maaaa! There he goes again!
I’m with you bill. Rhetoric gets us nowhere.
Speak for yourself.
The war had started in earnest when Patrick Henry made his famous speech.
Will you still be complaining when they come for you or will you stand up and fight with the rest of us that are even now engaging the enemy in the way it must be done at this particular time?
You may have moved away from engaging the enemy early but have no doubt, American MEN have.