The Truth About Our January Sixth Protest

I was there, and I am PROUD of it.

I am proud of the thousands and thousands of patriots who showed up to make an historic statement that the other side could only TRY to stop, by besmirching its beauty with their LIES and TRICKERY.

Yes, their LIES and TRICKERY – to try to falsely portray themselves as VICTIMS, when in fact they are SCHEMING BETRAYERS of this great Republic.

LIES and TRICKERY which will fall with THEM as wheat and chaff before my SWORD OF TRUTH.

I am going to tell you what really happened. I will tell you THESE THINGS and much more.

• How American Proles stormed the Queen’s Palace on our own Bastille Day
• How weak men and women – betrayers, cowards and criminals – hatched a scurrilous plot to hide from the truth and to make themselves victims, as they voted to save themselves and condemn America
• How I will not back down – how I am PROUD that I was there – and now rain SHAME on Washington and the corrupt, weak, and undeserving men and women who occupy it
• How Pelosi’s plot backfires even now, for the TRUTH will hound her to HER GRAVE IN HISTORY
• My call to arrest ALL of those who concocted this media plot to defame patriotic Americans

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This is going to be a stream of consciousness recollection – a remembrance – in out-of-order snapshots – nearly unedited. I will update it in parts, and if it turns into an entire book, so be it.

This will take at least three days to tell. But when I am done, you will know that my fellow Americans – ordinary men and women – were HEROES, and our leaders in Washington are SHAMEFUL, NATION-BETRAYING COWARDS, who hide from TRUTH and JUSTICE behind Nancy Pelosi’s wicked trickery.

STAND BACK. IT’S ALL COMING OUT.

W

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1. Lupus contra mundum

I don’t know most of their names, but their faces, their smiles, their flags, banners and signs – they will all remain burned into my memory, and I will die a happy man remembering them. It was one of the most beautiful afternoons of my life, and if I am the ONLY person in the world who believes in it, then I will join Athanasius and stand against the world.

When media mouthpiece “blow-dries” who won’t even LOOK AT US – who don’t even KNOW these wonderful people – when politicians who would kick us off an airplane to get an extra seat for their toady staffers – DARE to call these people “domestic terrorists”, then I will drop my gun, pick up my Bible, and SHOW THEM which weapon to truly fear.

Ron Wyden is a FREAK. A “soft-serve communist” – the very definition of nebbish – who lives comfortably in a nation built by far better men. Wyden is one of the greatest hypocrites to ever walk the face of this earth. This is the man who – while he coddles ANTIFA and BLM (who not surprisingly figure into Pelosi’s plot against us) – dared to call the men, women and CHILDREN I met that afternoon “domestic terrorists”.

I was driving home from Washington, DC in the middle of the night – somewhere in the darkness on the highway in Virginia – when I heard Wyden’s sound byte for the second time. It just GALLED ME to no end, and in fact it is because of that sniveling bicycle Bolshevik that I resolved to write this article.

So I guess I can thank him for something.

America, I’m going to tell you something SHAMEFUL. President Trump was the ONLY one who defended leftists LIKE US at Charlottesville.

WHUUUUUT? “Leftists like us?”

Most of you WEAK – PARTIAL – PARTISAN BASTARDS and BITCHES – just like me – did not catch this. In the massive desire to proclaim YES THEY’RE NAZIS or YES THEY’RE COMMUNISTS, only President Trump dared to call INNOCENT lefty protesters LIKE US IN THE MIRROR “good people”.

It just passed unnoticed by everybody.

The “fine people hoax” mostly ends up being a hoax on the people who pull it, when KARMA comes around. Only WEAK people – like China Joe Biden – either USE or FALL FOR the “fine people hoax”.

TRUMP. STOOD. UP. FOR. THEM. He stood up for leftist peaceful protesters.

Just like he stands up for us.

We don’t DESERVE a man like Trump.

I have TEARS in my eyes as I write that.

Trump is HISTORY GRADE, and WE THE PEOPLE KNOW IT.

Whether it’s really “goodbye” to Trump now, and “hello” to WEAK, WICKED, China puppet Joe Biden – or whether “Q” and the WEAK men behind it, come riding in on our innocent CHUMP DREAMS to save us from Communist China, doesn’t matter.

WE. SAVE. OURSELVES.

And if you do not have the BACKBONE to stand up to this treasonous media sliming of our great President, based on a TRICK by that wicked witch Nancy Pelosi, then you CANNOT BE IN MY ARMY.

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2.

It’s weird how their images are embedded in my memory. Every one had a story why they were there.

As we started walking down Constitution Avenue, I began following a small group of other patriots who had just met. I was now separated from the group I had been talking to during Trump’s speech and those before it.

One person was a woman with short blonde hair, carrying what seemed to be a very unique flag at the event.

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From Wikipedia: The Pine Tree Flag

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pine_Tree_Flag

The Tree Flag (or Appeal to Heaven Flag) was one of the flags used during the American Revolution. The flag, featuring a pine tree with the motto “An Appeal to God” or, more usually, “An Appeal to Heaven”, was used originally by a squadron of six cruisers commissioned under George Washington‘s authority as commander in chief of the Continental Army in October 1775. It was also used by Massachusetts state navy vessels in addition to privateers sailing from Massachusetts.^[1]

The design of the flag came from General Washington’s secretary, Colonel Joseph Reed. In a letter dated October 20, 1775, Reed suggested a “flag with a white ground and a tree in the middle, the motto AN APPEAL TO HEAVEN” be used for the ships Washington commissioned.^[2]

The following summer, on July 26, 1776, the Massachusetts General Court established the flag of the state navy with a resolution that stated in part: “…that the Colours be a white Flag, with a green Pine Tree, and an Inscription, ‘Appeal to Heaven’.”^[2]

The phrase is a particular expression of the right of revolution used by British philosopher John Locke in chapter 14 of his Second Treatise on Civil Government which was published in 1690 as part of Two Treatises of Government refuting the theory of the divine right of kings.^[9]

“And where the body of the people, or any single man, is deprived of their right, or is under the exercise of a power without right, and have no appeal on earth, then they have a liberty to appeal to heaven, whenever they judge the cause of sufficient moment. And therefore, though the people cannot be judge, so as to have, by the constitution of that society, any superior power, to determine and give effective sentence in the case; yet they have, by a law antecedent and paramount to all positive laws of men, reserved that ultimate determination to themselves which belongs to all mankind, where there lies no appeal on earth, viz. to judge, whether they have just cause to make their appeal to heaven.”^[10]

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She was explaining to the others that it was her desire to carry THIS PARTICULAR FLAG in the march. And yes – not only did she carry it in the march – she carried it up to the balcony at the House!

I spotted her flag at a distance numerous times during the afternoon.

My last picture of her flag showed her going up the stops on the opposite side of the balcony.

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This, my friends, is true patriotism.

When I heard the fake news media and Ron Wyden calling us “domestic terrorists”, I immediately thought of this woman – whose desire was to carry THIS PARTICULAR historic flag, connected to George Washington, in Washington, DC.

I’m sorry, but these are not terrorists. They are not even “extremists”. These are the PEOPLE of the United States of America. These are people who revere and respect HISTORY.

OUR HISTORY.

Which the Bolshevik Democrat party CRAPS ON every time it can.

HOW can these people like Ron Wyden even TALK about LAW AND ORDER, when they STOLE AN ELECTION with BLATANT BOLSHEVIK CHEATING? A CRIMINAL ACT – immoral at its very core – which, through the plainly stated Bolshevik THEORY of Marxist control of the media, they KNOW they are unanswerable for?

No. WE are not “terrorists”. But YOU are CRIMINALS.

Now – let me be PLAINER THAN HELL, and maybe even PLAIN AS HEAVEN.

I TRESPASSED ON CAPITOL HILL PROPERTY AND I AM PROUD OF THAT FACT.

I follow in the steps of GREATER MEN who believed in ONE MAN, ONE VOTE.

When I was a student back in the Triassic period, and the great Martin Luther King, Jr. had been assassinated – in my opinion as a FALSE FLAG operation by COMMUNISTS and SOVIETS – we were “forced” to read his writings.

As a young “pretend radical”, I carried a copy of one of Alinsky’s books which I never actually read, but which had a super-cool title – “Reveille For Radicals“. It went well with longish hair and acting out. But the thing is, I actually DID read Martin Luther King, Jr. I will admit that I did it because we had to, but sometimes adults just know better.

King’s most fascinating idea – to me – was that if we engaged in non-violent civil disobedience, we had to be prepared to be arrested, charged, and punished, and to accept this peacefully. Those were the DUES of non-violent civil disobedience.

Well, I am hopeful that my FIRST ARREST will be for trespassing on the steps of OUR HOUSE.

There are plenty of pictures. Here’s some help. Just add math.

When you find pictures of me, you will know it. My picture is a CELEBRATION of exactly what Martin Luther King, Jr., who I hope to meet someday, taught me.

THIS is my appeal to heaven.

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3. In The Cold And Rain, We Became The Storm

A rare privilege it was indeed, for me to be in Washington, DC early, on the afternoon of January Fifth, to hear a variety of “second tier” speakers at the early rally.

The “highlight” for me was not the fiery Alex Jones, pounding his fists and looking dark and ominous, as the sputtering electrical system put him in a terrible side-lighting, until the system almost miraculously exploded and then fixed itself two-thirds of the way through his rant, calling for a return to GOD to save us.

Nor was it the showman Roger Stone, prancing about in his pin-striped zoot-suit and fedora, with Nixon victory signs raised in the air. As the “headliner”, cheers abounded for the man who ALMOST single-handedly showed us the corruption of the federal judiciary, laced with toxic, politicized “Obama judges”, which theoretically do not exist, but which are in practice a shockingly bounteous problem.

No – the highlight was ANOTHER victim of that politicized judiciary – General Michael Flynn – who like President Donald J. Trump and GENERAL George Washington, is a master of “playing from the downside”.

But let’s start at the beginning.

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Unlike Wednesday, January Sixth, when the Metro was FILLED with Trump supporters, those train cars were desolate on Tuesday afternoon.

I took this picture for a reason.

I have a kind of “romantic memory” of looking down the aisle in subway and train cars. This view is a cross-cutting memory in my life – in reality – in dreams – in a gift from my wife – even in a story I never wrote down.

I emerged from the Metro at Federal Triangle. I heard loud noises and simply followed them. After so many Stop The Steal rallies with only a dozen people, or 100 people max, this group in the distance was indeed a sight to behold.

This man is the soldier who got me to General Flynn. “Saving Private Wolf”. Allow me to explain.

Disguised as a homeless person on the street, he asked for a handout, but I was instructed by Highest Command not to give him any money. I don’t know why – usually I get the OK to give money. This time I did not, and I felt a bit guilty. I could not understand why God said no. However, I have to obey HQ. I am a loyal soldier in God’s Army.

We got to talking, and the soldier passed on what he knew about the rally. I thanked him and adjusted my gear. Before I walked away, I put my hands in my pocket and felt my big bottle of sports drink. An image of William Barr shrugging with his water bottle passed through my mind, and I shrugged, pulled out my bottle and asked him if he wanted it.

He happily took it, and we smiled.

Only later did I realize that I never had to pee that afternoon, which guaranteed that I did not miss General Flynn’s short speech.

God works in wonderful ways!

As I got closer, I could see more and more people, and I could almost hear the speaker clearly. I was going to be a good day!

It was cold and cloudy, but the sky was almost bright.

Getting closer, however, the sky grew darker. The wind picked up.

I took a picture of a Betsy Ross flag, and thought of Steve!

I didn’t catch the first speaker, but I think he may have said the equivalent of “Don’t trust China – China is asshoe.” No, seriously – I came in at the end. Kinda missed it all.

Media coverage was rather sparse. This, despite the fact that the lineup included quite a few very interesting people. George Papadopoulos, for example, and his wife Simona, who is even more attractive in person!

This man influenced me very strongly. He is a pastor who frequently asked for AMEN, which of course is MY LINE!

He wears black in honor of the “black-robed regiment”. This was a derisive term coined by a British loyalist, for American colonial clergy who advocated for revolution and independence, and who were considered more of a problem than the actual rebellious colonists.

Information warfare!

https://blackrobe.org

Can’t have enough flag pictures!

THIS LADY is now one of my favorite patriots! Christie Hutcherson of Women Fighting For America!

She was absolutely ON FIRE, and had the crowd WARMED UP from cheering, clapping, and roaring in response. She makes no bones about what is needed – REVOLUTION!

The crowd was really ready now.

RAIN!!!

This was one of the last pictures I took, before I had to get all my electronics bagged up and out of the rain and wind. The speakers were already going under umbrellas, which almost nobody else had.

The STORM was upon us!

There were several speakers, including Pastor Mark Burns, who was great. I was VERY proud of the fact that almost NOBODY left. People just bundled up the best they could and gritted their teeth.

The rain finally settled down into an annoying drizzle, and the wind picked up enough that it evaporated the wetness appreciably. Of course, that combination was also pretty darn cold.

All my sensitive gear was staying dry, but just barely, as the water was getting everywhere.

Somewhere along the way, I was surprised to hear the name of our next guest:

General Mike Flynn!

I got one picture of General Flynn at the last minute – pulling my camera out quickly and not focusing or zooming – forgetting to turn off the flash – basically one of the worst pictures of my life. I *THINK* this is it. The man is standing there with no umbrella in the rain, which you can see in the light beams if you zoom in.

General Flynn was impressively low-key, and I thought to myself – yeah – this guy really is some kind of spy. He pointed out that none of us were leaving – that we were staying right there in the cold and rain and wind, much like General Washington’s men. I have to say, THAT compliment warmed me as much as an extra layer would have, right then.

But then something happened that I did not expect. He talked about patriotism, and then he talked about our ancestors, who had fought for freedom, and our duty to them.

What came to my mind was not the ancestor who served in the American Revolution, nor the Texan who fought for the Confederacy, nor my grandfather who served in World War I.

I remembered my mom. My mother who, as a strong and resourceful teenager, led a group of fellow refugees across what is now Poland and the Czech Republic, to get to the American lines in Germany. How in what little English she remembered from early childhood, she proudly told the astonished American soldiers that she, too, was an American. And how she finally came home to America on a transport ship, and saw the Statue of Liberty, and cried at the very sight of it, along with everybody else who was returning.

And although I was smiling at the same time, I, too, was crying just a bit in the rain.

As darkness fell, we were tired and beat, standing for hours. Nothing cures that like some music that makes you want to MOVE!

The kid in the center in the white pull-over is only 16, but he had one heck of a speaking ability and a powerful message about patriotic values. We’ll be hearing more from him.

C. J. Pearson was there, too, earlier, but I don’t have any pictures of him because of the rain.

Do you know that the damned Democrat Communists are threatening to kick C.J. out of school because he attended the Trump rally the next day? SICK!!!

This man gave a rousing speech about the flag – all the while with his father’s own folded flag held aloft. Don’t even think about burning a flag within 100 miles of this guy!

Speaking of flags, my attention was constantly drawn to this one.

Patrick Byrne was there, and he had a GREAT elevator pitch about how the STEAL worked, and Obama’s role in it.

Look at that crowd. Nobody left. Nobody paid us a dime. We got rained on, blown by wind, our asses froze off, and we STILL stuck it out.

And THAT is what I’m talking about.

We are not “domestic terrorists”, and anybody who says so is LYING TO THEMSELVES.

We are patriots who believe not merely in this country, but in its founding purposes.

We believe in the life-saving, life-giving, and life-loving FREEDOMS which our founders so wisely chose as the best principles of enduring popular government.

We are not merely anti-tyrannical. We are pro-freedom.

And we are willing to fight in the rain, the cold, and the wind, to help defend that ideal.

So help us God.

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4. Trail of Tears

The fact that this writer – descended from two of the Five Civilized Tribes later subjected to Indian removal – reveres the thundering populist President Andrew Jackson who removed them – is oddly reminiscent of why I followed Trump’s order to vacate the House grounds, where I had moments earlier defied law enforcement under his ultimate authority.

Don’t ask history to be simple. It’s not.

History is a complicated business.

Let us EMBRACE that complication, as I explain to you what I did, and why I did it.

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Crossing the Senate parking lot, we entered the lawn of the House complex itself. The highly ignored “AREA CLOSED” signs around statues were my first indication that people were going “where they weren’t supposed to go”.

I had a bit of an urge to jump the barrier and take pictures of the statues, but I resisted the temptation. I still felt like respecting the signs.

What point would there be to disobeying? I could see the statues fine. The signs seemed sensible, even if humorously ignored. The rule may have been something smart like preservation, and not something stupid like COVID.

I was better than that, I told myself. I would respect the signs. I would obey.

The crowd was still moving fairly rapidly at this point. Here you can see a Confederate flag, and one of the Pine Tree flags I had been documenting.

I like the Confederate flag as part of history. I have no desire to own one. Nevertheless, I deeply respect those who DO own them, because these flags are a hard part of history to own. You must be BRAVE to openly own one. People will judge you negatively. It takes GUTS to own a Confederate flag.

Even if you call somebody who owns a Confederate flag an enemy, you are not wise if you cannot respect that enemy as BRAVE.

However, I respect the woman who carried the Pine Tree flag more.

She had a strong purpose to bring that particular flag. It was literally a mission. To me, this kind of allegiance to symbolism, to the level of personal duty, has to be respected.

Soon we came to a place where an Uncle Sam with a megaphone told us to MOVE ON toward the Capitol Building (not where he’s pointing here, but rather straight ahead). People asked where to go, and if we should go on. They asked if they were on the right path. He said we were – just move on straight ahead.toward the Capitol Building.

As we got closer, things started slowing down, and the crowd grew tighter – denser. Somewhere along the way in here, a woman moved quickly through the crowd, giving us a message. She told us that we would not have any loudspeakers, microphones, crowd leaders, or other direction on the West side of the building, and that we would have to just chant LOUDLY together on our own.

That is in fact what happened. But that is not ALL that happened.

I did not realize that the first loud explosions were actually tear gas canisters. The very first one, I thought might be fireworks – or a mechanical sound – something whipping hard like a slapping cable.

The second time I heard one, I thought it was a flash-bang, like when police are bursting into an apartment and arresting somebody. I was shocked, quite frankly. Looking ahead, nobody was close to the building that I could see. Why were they using flash-bangs?

The third explosion, I think I heard the propulsion of it, before it went off. Or maybe it was louder, or something. I don’t know what, exactly, it was about it, but it made me think it was utterly overkill. I was angered that they were launching explosives at peaceful Trump supporters simply rallying outside the Capitol Building. So as soon as it went off, I took a huge breath, reared back, and yelled “FUCK YOU!” at whoever was firing these things, in my loudest voice.

Getting closer, somebody told me it was TEAR GAS. I was shocked, quite frankly. Tear gas? REALLY?

Around that time, I crossed my first downed “Area Closed” sign.

The utter ABSURDITY of the situation struck me right then.

So – we are having a rally at the House, but we can’t even get close to it, and we’re too big a crowd for wherever the microphones and loudspeakers are, which is NOT on the most obvious side of the complex – meaning right in front of us – particularly for a big crowd – and there is not a single person to control the crowd or lead us. Not only that – we’re being hit with flash bangs or tear gas or whatever, and even the POLICE are not trying to direct us to the right spot, or talk to us out here, but are simply ENGAGING US WITH EXPLOSIVES AND CHEMICAL AGENTS from a distance?

WHAT THE FUCK?

We’re not murderous terrorists with AK-47s. We’re a bunch of guys and chicks and GRANDMOTHERS and KIDS. We look like a FOOTBALL GAME CROWD with TRUMP FLAGS.

So you can’t come down and TALK to us, but you have to shell us from wherever?

Now, at this point, my attitude was: Well, you folks sure are stupid, but I’m going to get as close as reasonable, because we’ve got a lot of people here, and we need room for the crowd. We can still do this peacefully.

However, I was DONE with their “Area Closed” fairly tale. We were there to protest the selling out of America to China by a fraudulent election, and that was it.

Getting closer, I could see people had climbed the scaffolding near the Building.

Obviously I’m not going to do that, but I’m thinking, WOW – is THAT why the tear gas? Doesn’t seem like it’s going to work, guys.

The crowd was now getting really thick and not moving at all. We were all nearly STOPPED.

However, there were some people moving, both forwards and backwards, in a kind of very thin and crooked “trail” through the crowd.

I called it the “Trail of Tears”.

At first, the trail was moving mostly BACKWARDS. Men and women and children, what I would call definite “non-combatants”, were moving BACK with tears, red eyes, drooling, and obvious effects of TEAR GAS.

Some of these were clearly families, and it was BECAUSE there were women and children and old men who could not take the tear gas, that they were retreating. Each group coming back angered me more.

Meanwhile, moving in the other direction, were small groups of almost exclusively younger men, many of them wearing similar clothes. Many had helmets, padding and goggles.

This group shown here was the “Sons of Liberty” – obviously named after the historical “Sons of Liberty” group from the American Revolution. Others were “Proud Boys” or similar – very much like the people who had protected us from BLM at our smaller “Stop The Steal” rallies.

Don’t ask me to denounce the Proud Boys. They didn’t attack anybody that I ever witnessed. I only saw them – by their mere presence – keeping satanic BLM from disrupting our prayer meetings at the Great Seal which says “WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE”. Disruption and threats of violence happen when the Proud Boys are NOT there. DO THE MATH. I have thanked them personally for protecting us.

I got the impression that these groups were prepared for attacks by ANTIFA, and therefore had helmets and goggles – useful for dealing with tear gas and pepper spray.

Were they involved with any violence at the Capitol, other than defending old people like me? There should be plenty of video evidence to find the truth.

Speaking of evidence, you can see the tear gas very clearly in this picture.

This is when I decided to advance. I had seen enough. I decided that I was going to move forward by tagging along on the end of one of these groups of young men, and risk the tear gas.

I piled in behind several different groups in order to get where I wanted to go. First, I moved forward on the left of the West side, including over the low wall. That group was going left, so I followed others forward and right to get closer to the front of the crowd. At that point, I followed two women laterally across the front to the right, to get to a short wall next to stairs.

I was then pulled up onto the top of that wall, directed through some scaffolding, and up some stairs to the top of some scaffolding in front of bleachers on the right of the area.

Here is the view of my path.

I had basically advanced from the parking lot behind the big trees on the LEFT in the back, toward the trees in the upper right. Crossing a low wall running roughly from the center tower to the trees in the upper right, I then moved forward and right, until I was below this shot.

Looking down, you can see somebody negotiating the side of the stairs near where I went up, which would be down and to the left from this picture.

You can also see some people going through a door in this photo. I don’t know where the door goes, but as I said in the comments, I was not going to go there.

Here is the big picture:

And here is the bigger picture:

Some of you Senators and Representatives may call us “domestic terrorists”, but you know that is a lie, and saying it makes you liars.

I would say we were mostly “non-violent civil disobedience protesters”.

What we did outside was thousands of minor crimes. What YOU did on the inside was just one crime, but it was one of the biggest crimes in human history.

Think about that.

W

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Granny Hawkins: So you’ll be Wolf Moon.

Wolf Moon: Now how might you know that, Granny?

Granny Hawkins: Feds were here lookin’ for you ’bout two hours ago.

[Wolf looks at Carstairs]

Sim Ciastars: Uh, I was goin’ to mention that to you… as soon as I got the chance.

Granny Hawkins: They say you stole Narco Nan’s laptop.

Jamie: Those lying, blue-scum fibbies…

Granny Hawkins: They say you’re a hard put and desperate man, Wolf Moon. They’re goin’ to heel and hide you to a barn door. You know what I say?

Wolf Moon: What’s that?

Granny Hawkins: I say that big talk’s worth doodly-squat. Now them pouches be filled with Z-pack and hydroxy. Works on every ChiCom bioweapon except anthrax.

[Walks off]

Granny Hawkins: You can pay me when you see me again, Wolf Moon.

Wolf Moon: I reckon so.