I guess there is always choice. I kind of like Mister Smith Goes to Washington when he says:
You see, boys forget what their country means by just reading The Land of the Free in history books. Then they get to be men they forget even more. Liberty's too precious a thing to be buried in books, Miss Saunders. Men should hold it up in front of them every single day of their lives and say: I'm free to think and to speak. My ancestors couldn't, I can, and my children will. Boys ought to grow up remembering that.
But there is the bit from Taxi Driver, which is kind of what your saying.
Hey, I'm not square, you're the one that's square. Your full of ->-bleeped-<-, man. What are you talking about? You walk out with those ->-bleeped-<-in' creeps and low-lifes and degenerates out on the streets and you sell your little pussy for peanuts? For some low-life pimp who stands in the hall? And I'm square? You're the one that's square, man. I don't go screwing ->-bleeped-<- with bunch of killers and junkies like you do. You call that bein' hip? What world are you from? . . . I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight. . . . All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. . .
I guess you can chose either person, but I'd rather be Jefferson Smith than Travis Bickle anyday.