Old boy wasn't impressed.
Cowboy Eyes Punk Holding Gun on Him, Slowly Takes Off His Glasses and Goes to Work
Old boy wasn't impressed.
Cowboy Eyes Punk Holding Gun on Him, Slowly Takes Off His Glasses and Goes to Work
The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.
"I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."
I don't know which was more impressive, the cowboy or the chicken fryer from the back latching onto his throat like a pit bull.
The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.
"I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."
I think Mergie just took his glasses off.
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