Suck My Glock
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April 19th, at the North Bridge, which crosses the Concord River, is where the authorities were traversing on their way back from raiding Lexington and Concord of their armories and confiscating the guns when local non-conformist extremists ambushed them.
The shot heard 'round the world.
For those of you, like me, who were kids in 1976 during the bicentennial, you likely remember fondly how the whole nation seemed to be unified in celebration of our 200 year anniversary of independence. I was 7 at the time, but it made a mark on me and remains perhaps my favorite year so far on this planet.
I'd like to think that SOMEBODY is planning some sort of match or range event for us 2nd Amendment fundamentalist types to celebrate our cultural heritage of shooting government thugs.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired [the?] shot heard round the world
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept;
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare,
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Ralph Waldo Emmerson
The shot heard 'round the world.
For those of you, like me, who were kids in 1976 during the bicentennial, you likely remember fondly how the whole nation seemed to be unified in celebration of our 200 year anniversary of independence. I was 7 at the time, but it made a mark on me and remains perhaps my favorite year so far on this planet.
I'd like to think that SOMEBODY is planning some sort of match or range event for us 2nd Amendment fundamentalist types to celebrate our cultural heritage of shooting government thugs.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired [the?] shot heard round the world
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept;
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare,
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Ralph Waldo Emmerson
