TR 672 - On Kicking Ass and Instilling Some Much Needed Respect

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 pi