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dear patrick henry.. from (me!) sandra, tvgp

if you were here on earth, and if mckays pub were open..  im quite sure we'd be toasting with a cold one..  

"to liberty!"

-the only pattern more consistent in humanity than slavery to liberty is death to life.. 

/and we 'cheers!' to that..

and i don't quite have it all articulated out.. and my vocabulary needs some work.. but..

the human spirit is buoyant isn't it.. 

in its natural state.. 

just like buoy in the ocean..

if you take something large and heavy enough..  you can in fact force the buoy below the surface and keep it under water.

-yes

all relative to size..  and weight..  Etc.

but the buoy does not lose its buoyancy under pressure; it remains buoyant  -it is not at all the same as an inflated balloon being popped..

the buoy..  the very second the weight is removed..

Write back to the top!

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Im going to retype your famous speech here.  1. -because I have the day off and I can..  2. Because i think its awesome!!

The war inevitable, march 1775

they tell us, sir, that we are weak -- unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger?

will it be the next week, or the next year?

will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? 

Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?

Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?

Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power.

Three millions of People, armed in the holy cause of liberty,

and in such a country as that which we possess

Are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.

Besides Sir, we shall not fight our battles alone.  There is a just God who presides over the destinies of Nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us

The battle, Sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant,

the active,

the brave.

Besides Sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest.

There is no retreat but in submission and slavery!

Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston!

The war is inevitable; and let it come! I repeat Sir, let it come!

It is in vain, Sir, to extenuate 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!

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K.   Wow Patrick!!   that really is one for the history books!

posted by SHE @ 10:18 AM