“I don’t see no white militia,” he declared. “We’re here. Where ... you at? We’re in your house. Let’s go.”
I dont see you going to any “white militia” rally with your guns, Mr. Armchair General.
Stationed in a tactically advantageous position in the tree line.
Have a nice day.
““We’re here. Where ... you at? “
Isn’t that the whole point of a stealth sneak, to not be seen?