I know a lot of real tough guys. Honest to goodness bad-asses that could fuck your entire world up without even breaking a sweat. You know what they talk about most of the time? Their jobs, their kids, their cars, their mortgages, fishing. Ordinary stuff like that. They never talk about what bad-asses they are.

And gang bangers aren’t bad-asses. Their pussies that pile on the helpless, like those pussies working for Rand Paul that stomped that girl’s head.