What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Thanks for the live thread!
Father, release in us the Power that is ours, for the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwells in us. Cause us to use this Power to plead our cause before the Throne of Grace, for our leaders and our defenders and our countrymen. Let this Power become vocal as we speak Your Name and Your purpose ... let this Power overwhelm the enemy as we pray for their salvation.
And may we know, O God, to the very depths of our being, that Yours is the Kingdom ... Yours is the Power ... Yours is the Glory, forever, Amen ...
CRY HAVOC!!
And let slip the Freepers of war....
Bookmark.
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Arlen Dumpster is on now.
Patriotic ping!
So, what is the betting line.
I would wager Webb votes for Cloture, FWIW.
BTTT!
Then, they have us on the other side yelling, "amnesty, amnesty, amnesty" and they never hear our point by point debate that makes WAY more sense and have more statistical anaylsis behind them than the spin by the other side. It just sounds like noise to them.
Also...Scottish Law Spector, makes me want to puke. (That was my emotional moment).
At 9:00:01 I called my two useless Senators, Dumb and Dumber, errr Biden and Carper, once again to tell them to vote “no” on cloture.
Please say a prayer for our country and thank God for His mercies, then call your Senators and give ‘em hell!
Feinstein blathering on about how the problem is that opponents dont understand the bill.
No dear, we DO understand it. That’s the problem.
Sorry if I’m repeating this. Senator Collins said today on 560 WGAN she’s voting no. And that the 12-20 million illegals should not become citizens. I’m still not convinced until the votes are cast but I’m a bit more positive about things.
Feinstein talking now.
Rejecting a flawed bill is not doing nothing - it’s preventing a catastrophe.
Feinstein takes a shot at “talk show hosts”
Just called Ben Nelson and Burr (NC)’s office. Both confirmed a NO vote today !!!
“And now...once more unto the breach!”
Yea that I walk in to the valley of the shadow of death...