No Bad Motherfucker Goes Unpunished.

Bad Motherfuckers bare a curse, always being played or struggling to overcome hardships and sorrow. But tell me what separates The Bad Motherfuckers from Punk Ass Bitch Motherfucker?

The Motherfuckers who step up at the appropriate time to keep pushing forwards. Should the needle hit empty, they keep driving. If they receive a knockout punch, they continue to fight. Take our first Bad Motherfuckers case for instance.

John Motherfuckerin‘ Rambo, the M60 wielding, Vietcong slaying, town destroying, PTSD ridden absolute bad ass. The quarter stone definition of Bad Motherfucker, he’s suffered through many wars.

Vietnam where he’d be captured and tortured. Returned home to be greeted by vile insults suck as baby killer. Cast aside and despised by the very people he fought to protect. Lost and alone in world he recognises but no longer understands.

Trying to reconnect and find something he knows Rambo searchers for his last remaining platoon member and friend in the quaint town “Hope”… Unfortunately he’d lost his own battles with cancer.

The events soon following Rambo would be a victim of fascism.

Hammering the final nail in the coffin, he’d succumb to the war raging inside his mind, sending him on downwards trajectory, engaging in a hells fury chaos mission against the town. Little did he know that was just the tip of iceberg of his struggles.

He’d end up in prison pulled you for one last mission. During his time on the mission he’d meet a woman falling in love, their love would turn out short lived. After her remaining short ass life would be greeted by enemy soldiers assault rifle.

Decades later he find some resembles of a normal life living peacefully on a farm with the closest thing he has to a daughter.

She wouldn’t receive a happy ride into the sunset either. Kidnapped by Mexican drug dealers, she’d be hooked on herion. After Rambo finally rescuse her. Death is all left in store losing her life to herion in Rambos arms.

John Rambo a true Bad Motherfucker fucker who no matter what can not escape war, physically or mentally. His punishment is scars burn brighter than any flame, in more ways than one.

Bad Motherfuckers walk a path leading one direction… Destiny. Destiny’s crooked path reeks pain, oozes sorrow and offers suffering... Every Bad Motherfucker is enlightened to a simple fact. The deepest cave consumed by the abyss. Lost in translation a void apart from our own… Somewhere, light shines through…

The choices we make as Bad Motherfuckers determine our destiny, are you a Bad Motherfucker or just a plain old Motherfucker? They way you choose to process down the beaten path determines how fate will unfold. Walk the lane you believe is right and you know exactly where you’re meant to be.