Imagine if you will a little log cabin deep in the American frontier, the nearest secure town is a hundred fifty miles away, the nearest neighbor, ten miles away.
A man and his wife and two toddlers realize they are surrounded by a war party of two hundred Indians. They have locked themselves in their cabin. They have firing slits cut for windows. They have two flintlock rifles. The man has a hatchet and a big knife.
The man and the woman know there is no chance of survival, they are dead. And sure enough, they are killed, their bodies dismembered, their toddlers cut up and put in the stew pot.
But you know what? There are five dead Indians laying out in the yard and four more in the cabin.
So why did they bother? I’ll tell you why. It’s called tenacity. A real American spine is made of tenacity. That is how we conquered a continent. We are notorious for selling our lives dearly.
I tell you people, it is time to find our tenacity. Enough is enough. And if you turn over your firearms to these sons of bitches, you acquiesce to slaughter without consequence to your enemy. Think about it.
God bless this Republic, death to the international corporate mafia, we shall prevail.