Fight America, Fight! [after John McCain]
As Americans, we never give up. We don’t know the meaning of failure. We know the meaning of words like freedom, liberty, and picante. We work hard, love our women, fight our enemies, pay our taxes, go it alone, take it to the hole, could go all the way, want to rock and roll all night, and party every day. We are Americans. We are Joe Average, Joe Six-Pack, GI Joe, and Joe Namath.
Don’t be afraid to fight. Don’t say we’re not ready. You may think you’re not ready. You may be a priest, or a toddler, or a madman, but that’s no excuse. The rest of us are ready. So stop checking your caller ID to see if it’s that crazy-eyed Marine recruiter calling for the third time this evening. Pick up the phone as soon as it rings and say, “I’m ready to fight.” If it’s your mother, she’ll agree. She might even make you an apple pie.
Don’t stop to wonder who we’re fighting. Fight from sea to shining sea. Fight from the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Triple X. Fight from the moment you wake up each morning to the moment you pass out each evening, hugging the toilet. Fight the urge to stop fighting, no matter how badly you’re bleeding. Fight your doctor if he tells you to stop fighting. Fight the man, if the man is smaller than you. Fight people who say, “Why are you hitting me?” Do not fight Mike Tyson, even if he dares you.
