Not to mention the absurd one where he steals a Russian fighter.
Be all that as it may, it may come as no surprise to you to learn that as I type this at my beach shack in splendid isolation (i.e. no family or anyone else with me) with an ample supply of beer, bacon, eggs, cheese, bread and pepper and hot sauces, I have on my shelves an oft watched DVD of Josey Wales and sundry others such as Joe Kidd, High Plains Drifter, and Pale Rider, along with Coogan’s Bluff, Play Misty for Me, etc.
It is testament to the poverty of culture of recent generations that not only do they not value the eternal verities of such great lines as Josey Wales telling Ten Bears that his word of death is true, and so his word of life is true, and the Shakespearean response of Ten Bears who understands Josey’s words of iron. Even worse, these young bastards nowadays have never heard of Josey Wales.
I fail to see why we pay taxes for an education system which allows children to complete high school without knowing of Josey Wales. I mean, who do they think fought for the freedoms they now enjoy?