Citizens of the United States! I come before you a humbled man.
As I look out upon this vast land, I see each of you suffering, yes, suffering! And striving for a better life, a better future, a better America. Each one of you sacrificing, slaving for this great country, for freedom. And I humbly say to you, your sacrifices inspire me. They shall not be in vain!
[crowds cheering; “I ❤ George” signs everywhere]
I know this life is difficult: the ravages of war; food shortages; crime; the burdens caused by Jefferson’s seditious murderers. But we, we have a greater purpose that will unite us and lift us above these trifling troubles. For us, the obliteration of these “rebels” will be but a foretaste of the feast to come.
Citizens, as I stand here, I feel the four million hearts of our nation beating within my breast. Today I announce the great project of this nation. We are mustering vast armies. We are fashioning powerful armadas. We shall soon march upon our great, dark enemy: England!
[more cheering; vuvuzelas going off]
We shall invade her shores and irrigate her fields with blood. English bones shall provide grist for our mills, and her people shall become our slaves. Each of you shall profit from the sweat of their labors! Our nation shall rise to its proper place as the greatest of all: The Most Sovereign Kingdom – The United States of America!
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought – So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
Carroll: ‘And, as in uffish thought he stood’–er, yes?
Child: What’s a Bandersnatch?
Carroll: I haven’t decided yet, but I know that it’s fearsome and it has a taste for children.
Child: Oh!
Carroll: Where was I? Ah–
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
[A child gasps]
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
Children: Ugh, horrible! Its head? Ugh… How dreadful! He gave that monster one four!
‘And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’ He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Carroll: Do you like it? I hope to publish it soon.
Child: I like that the way it sounds, but I don’t understand the words.
Carroll: That’s because it’s a nonsense poem!
Child: Right you are…
Carroll: Excellent! I’d like to read you all another. Listen carefully and tell me what you think. I think I’m gonna call it ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’. Everyone settled in? Then let’s begin…
Franklin: Yes, we must indeed all hang together, or most assuredly we shall all hang separately.
Adams: You are, once more, our savior.
Connor: I must speak with the Commander.
Adams: He’s gone to try and hold New York. The British intend to take it. I fear we’ll need to recall our men from Quebec as well… It’s one thing to declare our Independence. Now, my friend, we must make it so.
Happy US Independence Day!
Happy US Independence Day!
“No! No! No! No! This is not how it ends!” – Cesare Borgia
Connor: The British have recalled their men in Philadelphia. They march for New York.
Washington: Very well. I’ll move our forces to Monmouth. If we can rout them, we’ll have finally turned the tide.
Haytham: And what’s this?
Washington: Private correspondence!
Haytham: Of course it is. Would you like to know what it says, Connor? It seems your good friend here has just ordered an attack on your village.
Although attack might be putting it mildly. Tell him, Commander.
Washington: We’ve been receiving reports of allied natives working with the British. I’ve asked my men to put a stop to it.
Haytham: By burning their villages, and salting the land. By calling for their extermination, according to this letter. Not the first time either. Tell him what you did fourteen years ago.
Washington: That was another time. The Seven Years’ War.
Haytham: And so now you see what happens to this ‘great man’ when under duress. He makes excuses, displaces blame. Does a great many things, in fact – except take responsibility.
Connor: Who did what and why must wait. My people come first.
Haytham: Then let’s be off.
Connor: No. You and I are finished.
Connor: Do you think me so soft that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long did you sit on this information? Or am I to believe you discovered it now? My mother’s blood may stain another’s hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does, he does by your command.
choose to follow me or oppose me and I will kill you.
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