Take the time to raise a glass to Paul Revere (and his compatriot William Dawes, who did the same thing by a different route, but was never immortalized in poetry).
Mr. Revere and Mr. Dawes embarked on a journey to warn their fellow citizens that "The British are coming!" Coming for the powder and shot that the colonials would need to defend their homes and property.
The British were, essentially, planning on doing what Obama, Feinstein and her ilk wanted to do to you now, here in the present. Take a way your means to resist. Take away your ability to remain free and to decide for yourself what your future brings. Take away the right of self determination. Make you a servant rather than a citizen.
Thanks to Paul Revere and William Dawes, the British failed to confiscate the powder and shot (ammunition) that the colonials needed. Thanks to those two men, the colonials were ready when the British came. Ready to resist. And they did, but that is another story for another time.
Essentially, thanks to those men's actions, the colonials were able to resist and to begin the fight which led to the Revolution, and ultimately, to the creation of the United States and the Constitution....
So today, take the time to raise a glass, Take the time to thank those two men, who risked arrest and imprisonment to warn their fellow citizens. Think on their actions and their courage and their contribution to the revolution and, ultimately, our country.
Take the time to watch this, or to read the words of Longfellow's poem below.
Think of the bravery, the courage and the guts they had. And how well we and our ancestors were served by their actions.
Raise a glass, make a toast, think of those men. Say thank you whatever Deity who hears you for men such as these. We owe them greatly.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
(click for complete poem)