If you love wealth more than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, depart from us in peace. We ask not your counsel nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains rest lightly upon you and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.
With thanks to Facebook friend Kathryn Gallant.
…and no, you can’t have any of my beer!
But for patriots — a round on the house!