I'm aware of the possibilities. I'm not deluded as to the uphill battle that's in front of us.

The reason I'm so optimistic right now is because we can finally begin our march. That's worlds better than feeling helpless under a fascist trifecta these past two years.

And you know what? If Evel Knieval doubted whether he could make it across the ravine, and decided to pump the breaks while accelerating down the ramp towards the brink, he would never make it across.

And this is our do-or-die moment, so I'm pedal-to-the-floor, and everyone else should be too.