When I did my baconalicious koran burning five years ago, in an interview a few days afterward I was asked the following question:
IOTW – In your video you pretty much dare Muslims to come and get you. Are you being a martyr, or do you pretty much have confidence that you can handle yourself?
Ann – Were the guys who volunteered to fight in all previous wars “martyrs”? Did the boys who enlisted in ’41 have a death wish? No. There just comes a point where any person of integrity knows that they have to fight. I love G.K. Chesterton’s quote, “A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” I love my country and my fellow man enough to be willing to lay down my life to defend them against evil. And, yeah. I can damn sure handle not only myself, but also an assault rifle, a big ass tactical shotgun, a sniper rifle, and a nine for those “intimate” encounters.
I no longer love what is behind me. I have zero desire to fight for or in any way contribute to the continuance of what used to be called “The United States.” Burn it. Burn it to the ground. (Seems like I've said this before)
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