Had York run against Albert Gore, he would have put a stop to considerable evil before it began.
The senators Gore father and son were protectors of Armand Hammer, Lenin's and Stalin's (and their successors') bagman both for CPUSA activity as well as for mother Russia herself.
Armand was named by his father Julius for the arm and hammer symbol of the proletarian revolution.
Julius helped found the CPUSA in 1919.
The source of the Gore family Occidental holdings is none other than the late Armand Hammer, payment for protection, aid and comfort.
The lightning epiphany of York is not unlike that of the actor portraying Jesus Christ in The Passion.
Now the resurgence of faith--when it could be nothing but faith that protected York in the face of interlocking fields of fully-automatic fire.
No doubt the contrast between York and the Massachusetts Ferret is stark and revealing.
York was not noted for beginning, ending, and peppering every public utterance with vainglorious references to his own service.
And, rather than executing a single, wounded enemy combatant without witness, necessitating self-citation, York rather shot cleanly dead quite a lot of very healthy Germans, and captured a whole lot more--with witnesses galore.
Cooper was a good choice to portray a strong, quiet hero--tobacco usage to the contrary not withstanding.
High Noon comes to mind, another role which seemed to define the actor, reflect on the type of American in whose mold York was cast, a man not eager for battle, but not afraid of a just fight when forced.
And when the fight was over, York would not be hunting fame, or defaming his band of brothers, but hunting Gracie, his mother, his muzzle loader and hound, and the meaning of it all.
The Ferret on the other hand, has deep doubt that God is on our side.
More the French existentialist (see also Marxist, Quisling, gigolo) than the rock which was York--
Peter was the rock on which God would build his church--York would be a rock on which Providence would build a nation.
Eschewing a base of queasy stuff, ketchup, for example.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war
testing whether the namby pamby NAMBLA-coddling
ACLUny-tunes will win and hand our sovereignty over
to the diplofairy fascists of the UNuchs and le french
[see also Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys, les Kerrifiques]
or real men will confront the Hun and a thousand ersatz superlooney islamimpotentates
and by opposing, end them.
In hoc signo vinces