Part of me wants to challenge this guy to a duel. With swords. And not those dinky whippy toy things they play with in their little toy sport. No, real swords. Broadswords. I'm saying that I want to cut this guy open with a broadsword; see if he's as bullshit on the inside as he is on the outside. I'm not even American - this performative activism bullshit has just finally grated its way through the last of my nerves and now just lays there, like a severed horse-cock, polluting the landscape; passively irritating. What the hell sort of a name is "Race Imboden" anyway?