The difference between you and the first Independence Day is that PEOPLE ALREADY EXPECT YOU TO KILL EVERYONE. You have no element of surprise!
You *ARE*, the frigging... Red Coats, in the war -- the imaginary war, going on in entirely inside of your delusional mind!
Your "enemy", the government that "PRotectz you", is *already* a guerilla trained paramilitary contingent that considers this their home that they're protecting!
You're just a sack of shit sitting in a fucking Lay-Z-Boy, with, a fucking, out-of-this-century, Tri-cornered fucking Hat on, of plus-three insular and self-indulgent ass-hattery, whining about :
1.) Your ponies
2.) Your cartoons and comics
3.) Your vampires, dragons, and I would say unicorns BUT YOUR PONIES ARE ALREADY UNICORNS, NOT 4-H PONIES -- PREPARATION-H PONIES
4.) Your fucking video games
5.) Your mom
Nobody cares! Fuck your mother!