Independence Day

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. 

But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do, opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely, and without reserve.

This is no time for ceremony.

The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate.

Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience.

Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss.

And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years.

Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on.

We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.

In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope.

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?

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?

There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged!  

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!

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!

Full Speech.


  1. A well-put-together collage of word and image, my man. I echo your interpretation (by image) of those famous words... and hope above all that there are some like us within the enemy's high-rise castle walls, people who will at the very least throw open their giant doors to us, so that we can storm those ramparts, when the time is ripe.

  2. Donald D. Duck. Traitor or worse. Chinese hats and terrible verse.
    Bowing to AIPAC, like all the pigs do. Chomping a bagel, not quite a Jew.
    Wanting the cheers. Playing the crowd. Telling sweet lies. Wearing a shroud.
    Will he get a flag draped casket? Ride a horse drawn hearse? What flag is on it? Not ours for sure.
    Blood and soil. Nation that is. Papers with writing. Who reads it or calls it his?
    You have family. Probably friends too. Other tribes seem friendly. When they kiss your shoes.
    White supremacy or destruction. That's the real choice. Someone must rule. Not you and no choice.
    Freedom is for the strong. The weak ask and do beg. When weak every seems benign. When strong you'll beg.
    Kindness is for kin. Never for strangers. Love is one thing. Strangers are danger.

  3. The Lincoln Party supports their enemies.
    They screw their voters and do not represent.
    One way or another, they'll never repent.
    They embrace the serpent and expect a loving embrace.
    Everyone they love, but their own race.
    It matters not how they died.
    They actually killed themselves.
    They embraced their enemies.
    The expected some kindness.
    Savages see kindness as weakness.
    Weakness you dare not show.
    The Lincoln Party is the Stupid Party.
    It reminds me of Jim Jones.


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