I love the winning.

I’m not sure if you’ve seen any of the footage of Team USA putting the smack down on the Canadian hockey team after they booed the National Anthem. There were three fights in the first ten seconds, where some good old boys drop the gloves and then dropped those smug Canadian cucks to the ice, beat their ass, before going on to out play them at their own game, winning in a decisive 3-1 victory.

It was glorious.

The Gateway Pundit has a great article showing the highlights:

The feedback on social media was stellar, and there are a lot of video compilations out there, but if you’ve got a few minutes, watch this 3-minute video—with Free Bird blasting in the background, and hard-hitting All-American footage playing across the screen, it’s enough to bring a tear to any patriot’s eye!

The American Way is back in style.

“We’ll put a boot in your ass, it’s the American way!”—Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue

I am reminded of a touching story, from the days when my family and I hailed from the great state of Idaho. It was Veterans Day in my daughter’s sixth grade year, and we were at the school assembly. The gymnasium was brimming with patriotism, and being a vet myself, I stood alongside many other brave men and women who had served their country in hellholes around the world and right here at home.

As slides played across the screen, the students came up to claim their vets. As my daughter stood in front of me, I put my arms around her and had my hand on her heart. It was beating with American pride. The tears in her eyes brought tears to mine, as the whole place sang “I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free. And I won’t forget, the men who died, who gave that right to me!”

The emotion in the room was palpable.

Thinking back on the sweetness of that moment, what sticks with me the most was how much those kids loved their country. They were truly proud to be Americans because they had been raised to believe the very best about our country, as all kids should. As veterans, we embodied for them what love of country is supposed to look like: it’s fearless self-sacrifice to serve and protect and defend the freedoms of all.

This morning, when I ran across that patriotic video linked above, I felt the same wave of emotion that I feel when I look at that picture. It is a very distinct feeling, a beaming of pride, a chest-pounding I AM an American, and I will fight to the death to defend my family, my freedoms, and the country I love.

Don’t f**k with the U.S. of A!

I’m certain that is what those hockey players were feeling too.

You boo my flag, I’ll beat your ass!!

… and so they did.

Growing up in Alaska, I played hockey. More memorable than any of the games was the “locker boxing” that went down after practice. With nothing but hockey gloves and helmets—which didn’t stay on long—and of course, a group of rowdy, testosterone filled teenage boys hooting and hollering and cheering us on, one young man after another would square off to determine, definitively, who the top dog really was.

Many years later, after my time in the Army (which, in full disclosure, involved a lot of bar fights and some unsanctioned boxing), I found myself confronted by a couple of bad dudes in a small town bar. They seemed hellbent on picking a fight, because I was an outsider, just passing through, but passing through on their turf.

I turned to the bigger, uglier one and said: “You look like you might be the top dog around here. Where I come from, I’m the top dog, so how about I buy you a beer?”

That went over just about how I expected, and in a flash, it was on. It’s common these days to hear people say FAFO—F**k Around and Find Out—and that’s exactly what happened. It sure as hell wasn’t my first rodeo, he swung, I ducked, and before I knew it people were dragging me off the guy and throwing me out the back door.

To the man’s credit, he wasn’t about to give up. Even though I had just been pounding his face into the floor, as they grabbed me and dragged me off, he grabbed ahold of my leg and proceeded to lay a wicked horse bite on my thigh. I kneed him in the face with my other leg, he let go, and out the backdoor I went.

Ah, the good old days.

Here’s the point: that whole scene was as American as apple pie.

American men are meant to be fighters. We are meant to be fierce and fearless. We are meant to be mighty protectors, to stand up and literally FIGHT for what’s right.

“You’ve gotta fight, for your right, to paaaaaaarrrtay!”—The Beastie Boys

In the natural world, it is the righteous aggression of good men that maintains balance and upholds justice. Without this righteous aggression, the balance tilts towards those who will rape and pillage the village, who exploit our children, steal our money, and trample our rights.

In other words, without righteous aggression, politicians and criminals run amok—which is exactly what’s been happening, is it not?

If it’s not already perfectly obvious, this is why socialist democrats have been demonizing “toxic masculinity” and wussy-fying young men for generations. The entire transgender nonsense is the hideous and embarrassing culmination of this, wherein young men have been so heavily indoctrinated, they willingly castrate themselves and yearn to breast feed babies.

It’s disgusting. It’s wrong. It’s evil.

Backing off from the extreme, we still see in the mainstream men who are cowards, who cower before their feminist wives, their bosses, and the criminal elements of society. We see men who are too chickenshit to stand up to the thugs who steal and smash things in broad daylight, who disrespect the flag and destroy things at will.

They’d rather video a woman getting dragged off and raped than risk getting hurt by doing the right thing. It’s despicable.

“All it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing”—Edmond Burke

Of course, this is mostly an urban phenomenon. Another song comes to mind:

“Try that in a small town.”

Isn’t it something, how rural Americans seem to have retained the original fighting spirit? Isn’t it true, that now more than ever, we need this fighting spirit to rise?

While Trump and his team continue to clean house in the political arena, wiping the mat with the pansy-ass, snowflake liberal lawmakers and lifetime bureaucrats who’ve been diligently destroying our country for generations, I believe the real fight for justice has yet to be had. Treason abounds, and real accountability is unlikely to be upheld by the corrupted courts and endless legal bickering.

Those who have been intentionally attacking the country we love deserve to be punched in the face, or worse. There needs to be, in my peasant mind, a righteous ass-kicking if we really want these punks to be put in their place.

Lest I be misperceived as simply stirring the pot, these two timeless quotes from Thomas Jefferson come to mind:

* “God forbid we ever go twenty years without a rebellion.”

* “When governments fear the people, there is liberty. When the people fear the government, there is tyranny.”

In reaching for the right words, I wonder what percentage of American men still retain this spirit of resistance. I wonder if, at some point in the future, the men of rural America will realize just how badly they’ve been abused and bamboozled.

I wonder how long they will standby silently, as more and more crimes come to light.

The American people should be outraged at what DOGE has uncovered. Rather than hopping up and down like we’re cheering for our favorite sports team (the MAGA movement), we should be hopping mad about what has been done.

The historic indignation over “taxation without representation” should be the only precedent we need to consider, to see clearly how terribly we’ve been wronged.

Consider a few items from the latest list of treasonous and wasteful spending of your hard-earned dollars, from the USAID alone, according to the White House website:

* $1.5 million to “advance diversity equity and inclusion in Serbia’s workplaces and business communities”

* $70,000 for production of a “DEI musical” in Ireland

* $2.5 million for electric vehicles for Vietnam

* $47,000 for a “transgender opera” in Colombia

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