I’m no hero. I’m just one man fighting in the trenches. The real heroes are the minority of long serving men and women (heh, “and women”, me so funny) who stood at the front of the battlelines and suffered the slings and limp wristed arrows of the Left. Heroes like this man:
That’s a nice gesture by good old Sean. But man, after the last tears are drunk and the glass swept up following the devastation wrought by supporters of the Love Wins crowd, what’s a guy to do?
This scene from the Hurt Locker? It never made sense to me before. Just pick a box, bro! It ain’t that hard!
Now that the votes are counted and the battle is over, I barely know what to do with myself. I may be suffering from PTSD – Post Trump Stress Disorder.
I mean, yeah, it’s fun to throw memes around in the heat of battle, but now that the enemy is vanquished, what to do with myself?
Guess I’ll have to start metaphorically shaving the heads by Twitter bombing the quislings on the right who lent so much aid and comfort to the enemy on the left. #GamerGate taught us well that cleaning up the enemies in your rear facing hex is half the battle. The good news is, we know who they are…and we never forget.