We shall go on until the end, we shall fight in San Francisco, we shall fight on the highways and streets, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the charging stations, we shall defend our burger joints, whatever the cost of fries may be, we shall fight in the cul-de-sacs and laneways, we shall fight on the track, we shall never surrender and even if, which I do not believe for a moment, this land or a large part of it were carbon-neutral and gay, then our hombres beyond the border, supplied and fed by the welfare system would carry on the struggle until, in God's good time, the third world, with all its Isuzus and loud, jarring music, burnouts forth to to the rescue and liberation of the USA