It is a cool crisp October day.
On two opposing hills, two armies face each other. Between them, a vast green valley upon the floor of which their coming battle will stain the ground red.
One army is a huge, well oiled, well armed juggarnaut experienced in ruthlessness and treachery. The mere sight of it instills fear.
The other army is a rag tag bunch, filled with the men and servants of disparate owners, each with their own ideas of how and when to fight, or how and when not to, and over what they are fighting. The mere appearance of this amateur army paints a picture of inexperience.
The grunts and would be soldiers making up this army look upon their enemy across the valley with fear and trepidation. Some begin to leave, not willing to fight.
At that very moment, comes a leader on a white horse. He has the look of battle worn experience. He has the look of wisdom. He is a man with a purpose. You just know that he has led armies before, and will do so again. He marches to the front lines, up and down the ranks, surveying the would be army.
The leaders of the many groups who would make up this army require this new leader to pay homage to their cause as this is their army.
The leader asks "If this is your army, why does it go?"
The scared soldiers answer, "Home, the Republicans are too many."
The leader scoffs, "Sons of America! I am William Clinton."
A second soldier is disbelieving, "William Clinton is seven feet tall!"
William Clinton: "Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the Republicans with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse."
Laugher is heard from the crowd.
"I AM William Clinton! And I see a whole army of my country men, here, in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?"
Another would be soldier replies "Against that? No, we'll run, and we'll live."
"Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live... at least a while.
And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take away our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!"
[Crowd cheers]
The army becomes one. It runs to meet the charging Republican army in the battlefield. And there, on the fields of Scalito, the small army with history on its side wins the day.
---(No Apologies to Mel Gibson, as he is a wingnut)-----
Compromise and capitulation keeps us living for a while. But those who are afraid to fight will always be subservient. Those who are afraid to fight will always fail.
We have heard the call of our leader. President Clinton has told us what to do. It is high time we do it.
Fight!