If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquillity of servitude than the animating contest of freedom–go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen! ~Samuel Adams
Thanks for the swell Christmas gift, Mitch, but I’m not really loving it and from what I hear, the return policy stinks.
So crouch down, Mitch. Go ahead, lick the hands that feed you; you’ve earned it! Try not to think about my grandchildren growing up to work harder and have less. Try not to wonder if they’ll be the first generation in recent times whose life expectancy will be shorter than their parents’.
Merry Christmas. Or whatever.