"He either fears his fate too much,
Or his desserts are small,
Who dares not put it to the touch,
To win or lose it all."
As I consider my journey to Mordor-on-the-Potomac on the morrow I shall pour a dollop of Lagavulin (Lah-Gah-voo-lin- single malt Scotch whiskey) and toast the memory of those who have died to preserve our Liberty. Then I shall drink another to those who fought and lived, to those who fought to save our freedom and have a right to go and see their memorial, the same right we all have to peaceably assemble on public land. And then to bed, and to what tomorrow brings.
I give you Montrose's Toast, fellow patriots. Or in more modern terms-
"Who Dares, wins!"
With regard to all who serve the Light,