Nothing is over. Nothing. You just don't turn it off. It wasn't my war. You asked me, I didn't ask you. And I did what I had to do to win, but someone wouldn't let us win. Then I come back to the world and I see all those maggots at the airport protesting me, spitting. Calling me baby killer and all kinds of vile crap. Who are they to protest me? Who are they? Unless they've been me and been there and know what the hell they're yelling about?