I’m too old to re-educate, too old to care very much about dying but at 63, I can still shoulder a weapon, hit what I’m aiming at and am well enough equipped to hold out for awhile. I’m big, mean and know how to handle myself in a fight. I might lose a fight but no one will enjoy winning it. That’s my promise.
Wolvarines!
I'm also of the age that losing the battle for Freedom is still a win if I can take down at least one lefty oppressor.