A wartime leader comes in to negotiate peace like men,
but some losers start bitching about clothes like teenage girls.
What if I came in wearing a tacky T-shirt and a baseball cap,
would that be fancy enough for your gossipy adolescent clique?
What if the king of Saudi Arabia were to sit in this chair
in his traditional Saudi dress, would you ask him the same question?
Or if your president visited Saudi Arabia, would you expect him
to wear a traditional Saudi dress because that’s the local custom?
Maybe if I had walked in wearing an expensive suit, the question
would’ve been “Are you spending our taxpayer dollars on clothing?”
When a criminal breaks into your home to steal stuff and kill your family,
do you take the time to put on a nice suit and negotiate surrender politely?
Where I come from, we grab our weapons and defend our homes
in the middle of the night in our underwear, if that’s what it takes.
I wear this military outfit in solidarity with the soldiers on the front,
to honor the brave citizens who make sacrifices to defend their country.
Maybe it doesn’t fit into your chickenshit pecking order worldview,
but there are countries and cultures out there where men are still men;
where friends do not count thank you’s, neighbors do not count favors
or negotiate for higher prices before helping you to put out wildfires.
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