October 7, 1780, Kings Mountain, South Carolina.
It was back in ’81 that a man named Washington
Was fighting hard for freedom in this land,
But his men were poor and ragged,
And against the British gun,
Well, he didn’t even dare to make a stand.
Old Ferguson was marching toward the Carolina hills,
Making brags he’d hang a man to every tree,
But the news that he was coming
Raced across the mountain tops,
And they heard about it over in Tennessee.
At the shoal of old Watauga, where the sycamores grow tall,
They rallied around ol’ Nolichucky Jack,
And they said, “We’ll drive the Redcoats
Back across the briny deep.
Yes, we’ll lick ‘em, or we’re never coming back!”
There was Chucky Jack and Campbell, Colonel Shelby in their band,
Mountaineers who loved their liberty,
And a lovesick boy named Gillam
With a brand new rifle gun,
Named for his girl in Tennessee.
Sweet Lips was a rifle named for a girl in Tennessee.
When Sweet Lips spoke,
The chains that bound us broke.
She struck a mighty blow for liberty.
When they rode across the mountains onto Carolina soil,
The Tarheels with their muskets gathered ’round
To go and head off Ferguson
Before he got to them
To hang ‘em all and burn their houses down.
When Ferguson heard the mountain men were camping on his trail,
He first began to laugh and then to scoff,
Said, “We’ll go up on King’s Mountain,
And then let the rebels come,
For the powers of Hell will never drive me off.”
But Campbell and Ben Cleveland, Colonel Shelby, and their men,
And John Sevier ~ ol’ Nolichucky Jack ~
Well, they loaded up their rifles,
And they climbed the mountainside,
Said, “We’ll lick ‘em, or we’re never coming back!”
Oh, he blew his silver whistle, and he shouted and he cursed,
“Use your bayonets to drive the rebels back!”
But the Redcoats never made it,
For before they reached the line,
The mountain rifles jumped them in their tracks.
Sweet Lips was a rifle named for a girl in Tennessee.
When Sweet Lips spoke,
The chains that bound us broke.
She struck a mighty blow for liberty.
Ol’ Ferguson was dashing up and down the battlefield,
And it seemed that he must lead a life of charm,
For the mountaineers were aiming
At his gaudy checkered coat,
But their bullets passed him by and did no harm.
Then up stepped young John Gillam with his brand new rifle gun,
Named for his girl back home. He said,
“Well, I wonder what Sweet Lips can do?”
And when he took his aim,
Sweet Lips spoke, and Ferguson fell dead.
Cornwallis heard that Ferguson and all his men were lost,
And he said, “This place is just too hot for me.”
So he soon went off to Yorktown,
Where he laid his weapons down,
And ever since this country has been free.
Sweet Lips was a rifle named for a girl in Tennessee.
When Sweet Lips spoke,
The chains that bound us broke.
She’s gone and did her part for liberty.
From Walter Russell Mead:
The outhouse has become a cesspit and now threatens to seep into the basement and take the house with it. You can’t sleep but for the flies and it is well past time to cover up that old pit, back fill it, shore up the foundations of the house and get out the bug spray.
A Tea Party will not be built solely on getting the disaffected from the current two parties, it must reach out into the Independent voting block that is now made up of those who have walked away from both parties and will not adhere to either as they are the parties of flies. Indeed registering disaffected voting age Americans who have let their voting lapse into non-voting is the essential route to take to shift the balance in the US. Those who have been beaten down by ‘bi-partisanship’ and ‘third ways’ and ‘across the aisle agreements’ now see that the flies are equal on both sides of the aisle and that both sides want a larger cess pit, it is just a question of rate of expansion not of doing the deed.
That is the greatest power in America – individuals realizing their liberty and freedom are at stake and exercising their franchise right to choose whoever they want who represents THEM and not a PARTY. Those fundamentals of continually securing the number one greatest freedom, which is the freedom FROM government is one that must be continually repeated, refreshed and renewed. Elected members are not there to ‘help’ this or that segment of the population at the expense of everyone, but to allow individuals to lead the freest life so that liberty can be best used to secure one’s own place in the world and, from that, create a stronger society and a stronger Nation.
The old two party rhetoric now blurs into a zero party State which is ruled by elites who want nothing more than to rule, not govern. Do not accept their either/or solutions when liberty and freedom demonstrate that there are a plethora of ways to do things and that is best left up to you, as an individual, not to any government from local to National. And it is in the local areas that a Tea Party movement will have the most effect: local lawmaking, local regulations, local taxation, local graft, and the dismantling of local political machines.
It is your life, your home, your liberty and your Nation.
Don’t let others tell you what is right or wrong, or how much they will give you if only you will give up your liberty… your freedom… to them.
One man makes a majority.
And that is you.
No one else can do that for you.
Your life depends upon it.
ajacksonian on January 9, 2010 at 9:32 AM
Couldn’t have said it better myself.