We have an obligation to be happy warriors, because no one fights for their country to go on back home and get good and depressed about the future. When the prodigal son returned, Dad threw a feast. We should too.
If you wanted to build a church in Colonial America, and you were calling in the whole township to help raise the rafters, after the mortise and tenons were cut and joined, you needed one thing to complete the work party: a barrel of rum or hard cider.
One biographer of Samuel Adams, the father of the American Revolution, concluded that the future member of the Continental Congress and Signer of the Declaration, spent at least four nights a week in various Boston taverns. This devout Christian, who dreamed of the Bay Colony as a “Christian Sparta,” knew that tavern conversation, and good drink, were necessary fuel for building revolutionary spirit.
George Washington, the military genius who used limited resources to tire and defeat a superior force, considered it his personal duty to dance with every young lady at the ball, even as threat of attack loomed all around him–and we’re pretty sure Martha whole-heartedly approved. Gentlemen attending early American dance events, didn’t leave young ladies standing around, waiting for an invitation.
So, my fellow conservatives, when was the last time you really had fun?
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