And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You dont want the truth. Because deep down, in places you dont talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! Id rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I dont give a damn what you think youre entitled to! Happy Birthday to Me, and a few good men, and fewer good women.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 14:50:42 +0000
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