TheY fucked themselves by waiting for high tech zeroes and ones, shoulda finished us off in the 90s.

No ground game, zero.

Remember the old days when these hardcore motherfuckers would look you straight in the eye.

“That’s the way it is kid.”

Terrifying travelers stinking of whiskey and tobacco, corner you in a bar and bring the fear of God.

Now all they have is jar baby rejects.

Ducks in a barrel.