How to feed a revolution
1783. Our own downtown’s famous Fraunces Tavern fed George Washington as he said farewell to his officers and troops. Martha’s talent was evidently not food. However she nailed him, it was not through his stomach.
Now 2026. Our own temp NY mayor? Besides his itch to rebuild Red Square in Times Square, his prayer is to get on “Saturday Night Live.” That’s his onetime big-time hope. Shove the traffic. Forget the poor. Screw the bicycles. The guy dreams to be on “SNL.” Forget the city. Shove the landlords. Up the renters. Stick up the prices. “SNL” would be the culmination of his socialist life.
So, what were America’s pols, heroes, Founding Fathers, patriots from our beginning days?
1775. The Second Continental Congress — merchants, doctors, lawyers — began meeting and later drafting our Declaration of Independence.
All pledged lives to this Declaration of Independence from “civil tyranny.” Penalty? New York’s delegates immediately lost their properties. Total belongings were targeted for destruction. Homes plundered. Belongings robbed. People imprisoned. Earth scorched. Health ruined. Children lost. Families destroyed.
The mobs today — the marchers burning flags, the haters, the destroyers, the kids cutting school without learning penmanship, history, math, English, the leftists, the communists, the politicians — don’t even know the names of these first patriots. Nor that their ragtag beaten ancestors — in torn clothing, cold, fearful, hungry — marched into Manhattan, to Battery Park. It was to reclaim the New York City that haters, communists, socialists, leftists, anarchists, atheists and the mayor’s handpicked commissioners now look to destroy.
Ready to let ‘Liberty’ reign
Years ago the Conservative Society of America reprinted Patrick Henry’s March 23, 1775, Virginia Convention speech in Richmond’s St. John’s Church — his historic “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death” plea.
It says in part: “Millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
“I know not what course others may take; but, as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!”
Comes 1783. The same Fraunces Tavern. Washington bids emotional farewell after Britain’s surrender. Remnants of the raggedy-looking forlorn God-Bless-Us Continental Army’s soldiers march into Manhattan to reclaim NYC.
And let us try to think what our Founding Fathers would have done were they here now. Today. Like what might their take be on our pols in today’s government. Or taxes. Or traffic. Or unemployment. Or scaffolds. Or bicycles. Or garbage. Or mayors.
He went ape
OK, onward. Speaking of soldiers, there was a time Ed Asner was upset because the Pentagon was unwilling to retire 111 Air Force chimpanzees, which probably none of us knew they had. They were for “invasive experiments.” His group sent letters to our then defense secretary urging him to “give these soldiers a well-earned discharge.”
BE aware our temporary semi-commie mayor who, when he reads a story about himself and doesn’t understand it — figures it must be a misprint.
For sure only in New York, kids, only in New York.
