And a rifle behind every blade of grass, a patriot behind every rifle. Men who can handle the sword the pen and the scythe. We elected our leader from among our own fellow men and we stand ready to buttress the lines if duty calls.
You faint at the sight of our pens. As long as our military stands behind us as we write, you will never win. So long as we have our pens our rifles lie at our sides ready to defend the pens of others should our military ever ask.
As Q has shown, you’ll never meet our rifles for our hero’s tend the flame of freedom in our name.