Snowflakes, think.
Go against your grain, push against your programming and think, just for one moment. You hold a bit of fabric in your hand, a simple Red, White and Blue; a rectangle. Do you understand what it is…really?
As you pour gasoline on this rag…this scrap of sheet, think of all those who felt it greater, worthy of far greater treatment than the torching you are about to bestow upon it.
As the flame climbs up the petroleum saturated cloth, as you jeer as a demon slaked with blood and lust, think of all the fallen, and the love they bled from their bodies…a love greater than almost any other; a gift free of charge.
As you dance in lunacy, remember this… There are many who have lost so much, and carry each day the burden of the death of their brothers and sisters. Remember what they are trained to do, and remember that they have already proven the capacity to do so. This isn’t a warning nor an idle threat. This is a blood-soaked vow.
Remember this…the day of reckoning is coming, and once the chains are broken, once we are unleashed….you will not be able to stand before us. We are Veterans, We are Warfighters, We are American Patriots. This is….truly, our land.