So, yeah, I cracked open a Sam Adams Cherry Wheat just now, which of course set me to thinking of this:
“If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom – go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.”
In my present mood I'd have been far less polite.
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