While we're at it, let's burst this gun nut wacko fantasy that militias during the time of our forefathers where just a bunch of guys who decided they had a few hours before the next TV show came on and so they wandered out of the bar, grabbed their gun, shot at a few redcoats, and then went back home and got in bed. Like they accepted anybody who had an hour to spare, some extra ammo, a gun, and they got to have fun camping out in the woods and go home when they got homesick and nobody cared how well they could shoot.
I'm not sure anyone thinks this^^^. I mean, I don't doubt for a second that you think people believe it. But I doubt anyone really does.
What I took from the Patriot wasn't fun camping in the woods. The scene that spoke to me was Max and the Joker standing on the upper floor or the abandoned house watching the battle in the back yard. Tomato, tomatoe.
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