Fifty-one words is too many for one sentence. This writer may have a point; he needs an editor.
If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your consul, nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains set lightly upon you; and may posterity forget ye were our countrymen.”
The privileged and pampered children of many who found refuge in our country have been educated to love and worship “social justice” not liberty.
I get.
How Ironic.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I thought this was about steel.