Pacifism is durable due to its malleability; at the risk of mixing metaphors, the willow bends while the oak thunders to the ground, groaning in its desperate struggle all the while.
America has grown fat since the success of its earlier wars against tyranny and insidious influence; we have embraced nonsensical notions such as multicultural egalitarianism, while slumbering slovenly on our Serta Sleepers purchased on the installment plan, we are now more underbelly than backbone.
Standing on our hind legs will prove difficult enough, shaking off the sleep that clouds our eyes collected over these 50 years in order to focus on the enemy both within and without so as to move against those who've so callously disturbed our rest will take giant steps, we dare not stumble.
Prudence ought always temper passion; but when the way is clear, it is time to press on to the end, we may never rest so easily again.