Four score and seven (or a million years) ago . . . an idea of freedom took root.
These rather MUNDANE but highly charged words have E-C-H-O-E-D across the raw American mindscape . . .
Each generation of pale citizenry is prepared in the ways of cherished ancestors and in its stride takes aim at the unreliable bounty of its own IMAGINATION clothed in unforgiving c-h-a-i-n-s of pride and with the prejudice of cretins regardless of its station or rank in history.
But there is always a BREACH. This breach is usually prepared as the Law of Unintended Consequences, and is no mere trifle, where dissention is the natural state of competitive parties.
Peace be upon us.