Let every American, every lover of liberty, every well wisher to his posterity, swear by the blood of the Revolution, never to violate in the least particular, the laws of the country; and never to tolerate their violation by others.

As the patriots of seventy-six did to the support of the Declaration of Independence, so to the support of the Constitution and Laws, let every American pledge his life, his property, and his sacred honor; let every man remember that to violate the law, is to trample on the blood of his father, and to tear the charter of his own, and his children's liberty.

Let reverence for the laws, be breathed by every American mother, to the lisping babe, that prattles on her lap; let it be taught in schools, in seminaries, and in colleges; let it be written in Primers, spelling books, and in Almanacs; let it be preached from the pulpit, proclaimed in legislative halls, and enforced in courts of justice. And, in short, let it become the political religion of the nation; and Let the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the grave and the gay, of all sexes and tongues, and colors and conditions, sacrifice unceasingly upon its altars.

While ever a state of feeling, such as this, shall universally, or even, very generally prevail throughout the nation, vain will be every effort, and fruitless every attempt, to subvert our national freedom.


- Abraham Lincoln, January 27, 1838
  Address Before the Young Men's Lyceum of Springfield, Illinois

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

The darkness of the Neocon



The darkness grew
I had to know
And so I went where I dared not go
To the heartless land of Neocon
To the heartless land of Neocon

The things I saw
Have shocked my mind
And now I'm lost and cannot find
The door out of the Neocon
The door out of the Neocon

I long for light
For peace and sense
The mending of torn innocence
At the cruel hand of Neocon
At the cruel hand of Neocon

Bring back the joy!
Bring back the light!
The earth is wilting, sick with blight
The languishing land of Neocon
The languishing land of Neocon

Oh help me Sidhe
To Tir na nOg
I'm dazed and drifting in their fog
In the blackness of the Neocon
In the blackness of the Neocon

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