Freedom! . . . Right?

You need only reflect that one of the best ways to get yourself a reputation as a dangerous citizen these days is to go about repeating the very phrases which our founding fathers used in the struggle for independence.

Charles A. Beard

 

Presentation of the DeclarationPresentation of the Declaration by John Trumbull

The Declaration of Independence lists the “repeated injuries and usurpations,” the  “causes for the separation” of the American colonies from the British motherland:

 Note: “He” refers to King George III


He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most whole-
   some and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of 
   immediate and pressing importance, unless 
   suspended in their operation till his Assent 
   should be obtained; and when so suspended, he 
   has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the 
   accommodation of large districts of people, 
   unless those people would relinquish the right 
   of Representation in the Legislature, a right 
   inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants 
   only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places 
   unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the 
   depository of their public Records, for the sole 
   purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with 
   his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, 
   for opposing with manly firmness his invasions 
   on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such 
   dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; 
   whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of 
   Annihilation, have returned to the People at 
   large for their exercise; the State remaining 
   in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of 
   invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of 
   these States; for that purpose obstructing the 
   Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing 
   to pass others to encourage their migrations 
   hither, and raising the conditions of new 
   Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by 
   refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing 
   Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for 
   the tenure of their offices, and the amount and 
   payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent 
   hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, 
   and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing 
   Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military 
   independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a 
   jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and 
   unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent 
   to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from 
    punishment for any Murders which they should 
    commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade 
    with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, 
    of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas 
    to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a 
    neighbouring Province, establishing therein an 
    Arbitrary government, and enlarging its 
    Boundaries so as to render it at once an example 
    and fit instrument for introducing the same 
    absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most 
    valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the 
    Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring 
    themselves invested with power to legislate 
    for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us 
   out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt 
   our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of 
   foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of 
   death, desolation and tyranny, already begun 
   with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely 
   paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and 
   totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive 
   on the high Seas to bear Arms against their 
   Country, to become the executioners of their 
   friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by 
   their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, 
   and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants 
   of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, 
   whose known rule of warfare, is an 
   undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes 
   and conditions.

In summary, an out-of-touch government abused its power and passed laws detrimental to its citizens.

For that, we waged a revolution.

What is it we’re celebrating again?

Oh, right. Freedom.

 


 

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Lessons in Adventuring

old lantern

This ten-minute free write from the Prompt Box came courtesy of @youarecarrying.

Simply tweet the word “inventory” and you’ll get a random list of objects.

 


 

The adventurer stands before his prize.

His long journey began many days ago, when he owned nothing but a shilling and a fused, ninety-ohm bedistor.

For months he wandered through hostile territory, fending off aggressive enemies and vicious woodland creatures, scavenging his defeated foes for more useful objects, and slowly building his private hoard of gold coins to finally purchase the shiny scroll allowing him to learn the spell permitting him to cast the Flexible Black Circle.

The spell granted him access to this room, cleverly hidden behind a false wall in a dusty closet. Rumor had it the owner of this house had been a skilled alchemist; what wealth he must have had on his person to hide himself here in a futile last stand!

He stoops to search the cloak wrapped round the dusty skeleton:

one gold coin and a new brick.

 

The controller nearly breaks as I throw it across the room.

I wasted a whole day for this!?

I could have been leveling up!

Inventory for Lessons in Adventuring

 


 

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Sing, O Muse

Brick Wall and Steps

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus,
that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
~ Iliad
Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy
~ Odyssey

Muses
My photographic Muse appears to be bricks.

Strait Lines

Repeating Patterns

Patina

Manufacturer’s Names

What’s not to like?

Enjoy this brick-inspired gallery:

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What’s your Muse?

 


 

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Fading Gentility Prompt Box

Gentility

noun  |  gen·til·i·ty  |  \jen-‘ti-lə-tē\

1a :  the condition of belonging to the gentry

1b :  gentlefolk, gentry

2a (1) :  decorum of conduct :  courtesy

2a (2) :  attitudes or activity marked by false delicacy, prudery, or affectation

2b :  superior social status or prestige evidenced by manners, possessions, or mode of life

Signs run up and down the eastern seaboard:
 hidden to the average naked eye;
 revealed to those knowing the signs already.

Find a map: an honest-to-goodness paper 
 map stained with ketchup and mustard and grease
 and oil and the grit and grime of road trips - 
 not some satellite-produced, digitally-
 rendered version glowing on a glass-like 
 screen of modern technomancy.
 
Look at the names of counties and townships 
 and villages and roads, of lakes and streams 
 and rivers, of mountains and valleys 
 and other geographic terrain.

Pick a place at random: throw a dart, choose from a 
 hat, select a site with a nice-sounding name; 
 any place will do.
 
Visit the churchyard cemeteries: the old ones with 
 family plots marked out by mausoleums or low stone 
 walls or wrought-iron fences.
 
Open the phone book: few – if any – of the names 
 found engraved on these eternal monuments remain. 

Drive the roads: the ones with nearly unpronounceable 
 names or names that don’t sound like they look they 
 should. 

Ask the old timers and no two of them will agree 
 on how the name should be said. 

Look around:

 the brick buildings of the once-bustling downtown 
  with fading painted signage now converted into loft 
  apartments or the tourist-centered shops one finds 
  in any small town trying to regenerate before it 
  succumbs to the appeal and attraction of larger 
  cities or becomes boarded up all together

 the old houses too large for the lots they sit on 
  surrounded by smaller houses
  encroached on by modern buildings
  threatened by trailer parks
  pulled down by vines and weather 
  and ravages of time

Take it all in and consider it all together:
  the cemeteries,
  the names,
  the architecture,
  the decay,
  and the signs all point to one thing:
   the long, slow, inevitable decline 
    and fading away of a once-proud gentility.

 


 

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Teaser Tuesday: Living History

After long, hot days of shrubbing, I found some time to read.

Also, the heat wave broke, humidity reached 100%, and rain came down.

Oh, and the wheel of time has turned in its course to:

Teaser TuesdayJust in case you don’t know, Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! All you have to do is grab the book you’re currently reading, open to a random page and share a few sentences from that page. But make sure you don’t share any spoilers!*

*I wish I could take credit for this introduction, but I shamelessly stole it from Heather over at bitsnbooks. To help me make amends, you should go check out her blog.

This week I’m reading Living History, by Hillary Rodham Clinton.

Not my usual fare; I’m reading the book for several reasons:

1. The book was free.

2. The subject will challenge me to keep an open mind.

3. I’ll be able to mark a square off my Book Bingo card.

Book Bingo Card 1Which square will I use? A biography of someone you dislike.

The Truly Random Number Generator sends us to page 200.

There was nothing to hide, so why not?
The story would mushroom for a while and then die.

Which story could it be?

There are so many possibilities!

Living History book cover

In Retrospect

I finally finished The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova.

Bingo square: a book you started but never finished.

I gave it 3 stars for a slow start.

The ending, though . . . spectacular.

What have you been reading?

 


 

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May I Borrow a Cup of Sugar?

Phil, the preeminent Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge, prompted me to write about sugar.

I use sugar for two things: coffee and sweet tea.

Most Pennsylvanians don’t make sweet tea, so I’ve only had a few years to work on my “recipe.”

However, K says I make the best sweet tea; and no, she’s not just saying that.

So, how do I make my semi-legendary sweet tea? Like this:

Cup of SugarI store my sugar in a red canister with a spoon.

Thirteen spoons of sugar go into each batch of sweet tea.

This is the first time I’ve ever actually measured the amount of sugar I use.

By my best guestimate (and using a few converters on the internet), this equals approximately 220 grams of sugar.

Boiling Water for Tea

Mix this sugar into 8.5 cups boiling water.

Tea PitcherI always use this flowered pitcher.

This is our most-used wedding present.

Add two family-sized tea bags and let sit 45 minutes.

Transfer to a larger, refrigerator-safe and tea-appropriate container.

Top with cold water (about 4.5 cups) and mix thoroughly.

Refrigerate until ice-cold and enjoy!


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