William Wallace: Aye. Fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live...at least a while. And dying in your
beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one
chance – just one chance – to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives [With
growing excitement] but they’ll never take our freedom!
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
William Wallace: Aye. Fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live...at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance – just one chance – to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives [With growing excitement] but they’ll never take our freedom!
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
And instead of an amazing speech like these, Trump shamed those who showed up to support him a year ago. I was so salty.
Yet, so much of what he has said and done WILL echo in eternity...