The Republic is Safe

As soon as I saw this picture any doubts that I may have had about the safety of the Republic vanished in a twinkling.

As long as we have men with the courage to engage in combat wearing pink “I love NY” undies and flip-flops, we have nothing to fear from anyone.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.