  | It is in vain, sir, to extentuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace -- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! - Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775 |
Song on the brain:
(Nothing But) Flowers by Talking Heads from Naked
And as things fell apart
Nobody paid much attention
A green, exultant, depressing, vaguely threatening, cynical song. Perfect for these times.
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