Let me tell you something, skinhead—threatening people doesn’t make you powerful. It makes you pathetic. You’re not a soldier. You’re not a revolutionary. You’re a scared little punk clinging to a failed ideology because reality chewed you up and spit you out.

(taps the VP9 lightly with one finger, eyes locked)
“You want fear? You picked the wrong target. I don’t flinch. I build. I move. I win. You? You just post. You flash swastikas like a toddler throwing a tantrum—meanwhile the world’s moving past you at 300 miles an hour.

(steps forward, voice low, lethal)
“You don’t scare me. You disgust me.”