There is an historic axiom regarding persevering, fighting like the third monkey trying to get on the Ark.
I sent this to some family member and associates earlier today:
"The Battles of Lexington and Concord occurred when the British marched to seize the colonial's firearms and gun powder.
Mr. Whitemore was 79 years old, a veteran of the military, and just enjoying his life on his farm until the government attempted, by force, to confiscate and destroy the citizens firearms.
"Whittemore was in his fields when he spotted an approaching British relief brigade under Earl Percy, sent to assist the retreat. Whittemore loaded his musket and ambushed the British Grenadiers of the 47th Regiment of Foot from behind a nearby stone wall, killing one soldier. He then drew his dueling pistols, killed a second grenadier and mortally wounded a third. By the time Whittemore had fired his third shot a British detachment had reached his position. Whittemore drew his sword and attacked. He was subsequently shot in the face, bayoneted numerous times, and left for dead in a pool of blood. He was found by colonial forces trying to reload his musket to resume the fight. He was taken to Dr. Cotton Tufts of Medford, who perceived no hope for his survival. However, Whittemore recovered and lived another 18 years until dying of natural causes at the age of 98."
I am willing to bet that he did not grow Kale and that he was not a Vegan.
Oh, and by the way, the citizens kept their guns.