“So’s your old man.”
And the courageous Pols stand up for the right to be in your face and be winsome and chest thumping and wholesomely erudite and pugnacious.
They have the guts. They have the glory … Blood and guts … true blood, true guts … who’s blood, who’s guts? They have the shrill spirits of the brave and the true. They really do.
They have the eyes of the tiger, the hearts of the lion, the sleek form of the jaguar in flight. Courage and belief is what they got. Humanity. Glibness. Reams of acid tacked and backed supporters.
Unfurl the flags of the heinous. Challenge the drivel. Soar on the wings of soaring vultures. Mean and ready to go. Into the arena they march, they fly, they saunter….. yesterday’s wranglers … tomorrow’s icons.
Stare the winds of danger in the face. Attack the looming monsters. Bite the hand that feeds them …… Ooops!
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The dumb …… the honored creed.
The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…