A Salute to the Manhattan D.A., and the republic for which he stands:

 Its flag:

Its national anthem:

Its currency:

Its military:

Its Press Secretary:

Its future:

Weather forecast: Rivers of blood, mountains of skulls, and oceans of tears. (Serendipitous bonus: Those three things are also red, white, and blue!)

Do your part to make sure its theirs.

For the Usual Suspects who can't help telling us that their diapers are wet in the traditional manner, a thought exercise (if you can even pass that physical):

If the problem in your reddened crybaby eyes is that no one else wants to go first, including you (!), how else do you bunch of bitchy little whiners propose red-pilling enough Normies to get to where a lot of people are okay with "going first"?

Everything that rubs Norm's nose in How It Really Is creates better conditions for your team, and if that has to be explained to you like a three-year old, you really aren't tall enough yet for the Internet, let alone anything sportier.