When I was a tween, we all wanted to be this guy... Half Cherokee, ex-Green Beret, and all bad-ass. He could even hold a freaking raptor with his bare hands. All we wanted to do was beat up sniveling racist, misogynist jerks named Bernard with our mystical oriental fighting powers. <iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jXXyms5g5ok" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
That was Billy Mack. Billy Jack was not The Man... he fought The Man. <iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v325wdgoFH4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Were these made before Chuck Norris started acting? Because that would basically explain his entire career.
Billy Jack was kicking ass when Chuck Norris was Bruce Lee's personal version of the Washington Generals.
Awesome movie... <iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qswm7lHp7oY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Another version... <iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o5POi-T4Dlw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
"...and there is not a damn thing you can do about it." Always loved that line. Thanks, Rim for the memory.