...when folly of words Was the world's to me, and syllables Fell hard as whips on an old wound, My brain came crying into the fresh light, Called for confessor but there was none To purge after the wit's fight, And I was struck dumb by the sun. Praise that my body be whole, I've limbs, Not stumps, after the hour of battle, For the body's brittle and the skin's white. Praise that only the wits are hurt after the wit's fight.
Alexander Hamilton, who promised the Electoral College couldn't be rigged...rigged it for George Washington. At least John Adams got to serve one term at the top before Hamilton made a hash of 1800 (which was also rigged in a different way).
At a rally in Toledo, Ohio Thursday, Donald Trump suggested the election should be cancelled because his opponent's policies were unpalatable.
“What a difference. You know, what a difference this is,” Trump said of the differences between his and Hillary Clinton’s tax plans.
“And just thinking to myself right now, we should just cancel the election and just give it to Trump, right? What are we even having it for? What are we having it for?” he asked. “Her policies are so bad.”
Those who have long too successfully laboured to inflame my people in America by gross misrepresentations, and to infuse into their minds a system of opinions, repugnant to the true constitution of the colonies, and to their subordinate relation to Great-Britain, now openly avow their revolt, hostility and rebellion.
They have raised troops, and are collecting a naval force; they have seized the public revenue, and assumed to themselves legislative, executive and judicial powers, which they already exercise in the most arbitrary manner, over the persons and property of their fellow-subjects: And altho' many of these unhappy people may still retain their loyalty, and may be too wise not to see the fatal consequence of this usurpation, and wish to resist it, yet the torrent of violence has been strong enough to compel their acquiescence, till a sufficient force shall appear to support them. ... The rebellious war now levied is become more general, and is manifestly carried on for the purpose of establishing an independent empire. I need not dwell upon the fatal effects of the success of such a plan. The object is too important, the spirit of the British nation too high, the resources with which God hath blessed her too numerous, to give up so many colonies which she has planted with great industry, nursed with great tenderness, encouraged with many commercial advantages, and protected and defended at much expence of blood and treasure.
Within a few months, Washington's soldiers were in New York after driving the British from Boston. Isaac Bangs describes a scene in April, not long after the Continental Army arrived:
[N]ear the Fort, is the Equestrian Statue of King George 3rd, a Present from himself to this City. The design was in imitation of one of the Roman Emperors on Horseback. The Man George is represented about 1/3 larger than a Natural Man ; the Horse, in proportion, both neatly constructed of Lead guilt with Gold, raised on a Pedestral of white Marble, about 15 Feet high, enclosed with a very elegant Fence about 10 feet high, the 2 lower feet Stone, the remainder of open worked Iron ; the inclosure was oval, containing about 1/4 of an acre of beautifull green.
And then after the Declaration is read to the troops:
Last Night the Statue on the Bowling Green representing George Ghwelph alias George Rex...was pulled down by the Populace. In it were 4,000 Pounds of Lead, & a Man undertook to take of 10 oz of Gold from the Superficies, as both Man & Horse were covered with Gold Leaf.
The Lead, we hear, is to be run up into Musquet Balls for the use of the Yankies, when it is hoped that the Emanations of the Leaden George will make as deep impressions in the Bodies of some of his red Coated & Torie Subjects, & that they will do the same execution in poisoning & destroying them, as the superabundant Emanations of the Folly & pretended Goodness of the real George have made upon their Minds, which have effectually poisoned & destroyed their Souls, that they are not worthy to be ranked with any Beings who have any Pretensions to the Principles of Virtue & Justice ; but would to God that the unhappy contest might be ended without puting us to the disagreeable Necessity of sending them to dwell with those beings for the Company of whom alone their Tempers & dispositions are now suitable.
On October 8, 1812, the United States sailed for a second cruise in the squadron of Commodore Rodgers. On October 12th, Captain Decatur fortunately separated from the fleet and stood to the eastward. On the 25th, in latitude 29° N., longitude 29° 30' W., while close-hauled on the port tack, with the wind fresh S.S.E., a sail was sighted about twelve miles to windward. This vessel afterward proved to be the British frigate Macedonian, 38, Captain John S. Garden, a noted martinet, and an officer who prided himself on having his ship in the highest state of efficiency.
The Macedonian, having sighted the American ship, made all sail in chase and bore down with topmast and topgallant-studdingsails set until almost within range, when she hauled by the wind to keep the weather-gage. Decatur kept his luff and began the action with a broadside, which fell short; but the next time his long 245 reached home, while the fire of the Macedonian did little or no damage.
At 10.10 Captain Carden, determining to close, bore up and came down on the American ship with the wind on his port quarter. Captain Decatur, meanwhile, laid his maintopsail to the mast and kept up a terrific fire as the Macedonian approached, and she, hauling up, replied with her starboard battery, but the United States fired twice to the Englishman's once, dismounting the guns of her starboard battery and cutting her crew down with grape and canister like sheep.
At 10.45 a shot carried away the mizzenmast, and the men on it were lost. Captain Carden now called away his boarders, and, putting his helm hard aport, prepared to board, but a shot carried away the fore-brace, and the yard swung round, throwing the ship up in the wind and exposing her to a raking fire from the United States.
By eleven, the Macedonian's fore- and maintopmast and main-yard had been shot away all of her boats were smashed, two guns of the main battery and all but two of the forecastle and quarter-deck guns were disabled, and she had received over one hundred shot in her hull, while the carnage among the crew was frightful. In short, the ship was a dismasted wreck, rolling her maindeck battery under water in the long swell of the Atlantic Ocean. Decatur, observing her disabled condition, hauled off to reeve new rigging and secure his masts, and at twelve o'clock the United States bore down under easy sail across the stern of the English frigate, prepared to renew the action, when her colors were hauled down and she surrendered.
Lieutenant John B. Nicholson, who was sent to receive the surrender of the Macedonian, found her decks littered with dead and the ship little better than a wreck. Captain Carden went back to the United States in her boat and tendered his sword to Decatur, who declined to receive it, saying. "Sir, I cannot receive the sword of a man who has so bravely defended his ship."
A few months before this meeting, the United States and the Macedonian had been together at Norfolk, and Captain Carden had dined with Decatur on board his ship. In conversation the English captain remarked, "Decatur, though your ships may be good enough and you are a clever set of fellows, what practice have you had in war? There is the rub!"
I snarked on a thread about DC's potential name when it gains statehood that it should be called 'Hamilton'. I was soon told that was ridiculous because he had nothing to do with the place. Naturally, I noted that was a bit innaccurate.
I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Somehow I can't see President Trump delivering an Inaugural like that.