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FELLOW INCELS: "No man thinks more highly than I do of the blackpill, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who I address today . But different men often see the same blackpill in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do, opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely, and without reserve.
This is no time for ceremony. The question before our house is one of awful moment to this group. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to the Blackpill and ourselves. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my brothers, and of an act of disloyalty toward their majesty, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Brothers, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope.
We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience.
I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the Normie ministry for the years past, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, brothers; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these war-like preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love?
Let us not deceive ourselves, brothers. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask, gentlemen, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Normies any enemy, in this world, to call for all this accumulation of pure hatred? No, gentlemen, they have none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which they have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument?
Gentlemen we have been trying that for the years past. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, gentlemen, deceive ourselves. Gentlemen, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before them, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of our oppressors.
Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of justice. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, gentlemen, we must fight! An appeal to arms is all that is left us!
They tell us, gentlemen, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary.
But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a guard shall be stationed in every of our houses? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Gentlemen, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which nature hath placed in our power. Numbers of us, armed in the cause of liberty, and in such a cause as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Gentlemen, we shall not fight our battles alone any longer. We shall rise up in a singular force and serve our justice.
The battle, gentlemen, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, gentlemen, we have no appreciation. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the ice of Neptune! The war is inevitable and let it come! I repeat it, gentlemen, let it come.
It is in vain, gentlemen, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!"
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This is no time for ceremony. The question before our house is one of awful moment to this group. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to the Blackpill and ourselves. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my brothers, and of an act of disloyalty toward their majesty, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Brothers, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope.
We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience.
I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the Normie ministry for the years past, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, brothers; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these war-like preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love?
Let us not deceive ourselves, brothers. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask, gentlemen, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Normies any enemy, in this world, to call for all this accumulation of pure hatred? No, gentlemen, they have none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which they have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument?
Gentlemen we have been trying that for the years past. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, gentlemen, deceive ourselves. Gentlemen, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before them, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of our oppressors.
Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of justice. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, gentlemen, we must fight! An appeal to arms is all that is left us!
They tell us, gentlemen, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary.
But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a guard shall be stationed in every of our houses? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Gentlemen, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which nature hath placed in our power. Numbers of us, armed in the cause of liberty, and in such a cause as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Gentlemen, we shall not fight our battles alone any longer. We shall rise up in a singular force and serve our justice.
The battle, gentlemen, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, gentlemen, we have no appreciation. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the ice of Neptune! The war is inevitable and let it come! I repeat it, gentlemen, let it come.
It is in vain, gentlemen, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!"
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