These types of things only bring you to tears when spoken by rock stars.
"My friends, I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whisky. All right, here is how I feel about whisky.
If when you say "whisky" you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degredation, and despair, and shame, and helplessness, and hopelessness--then certainly I am against it.
But, if when you say "whisky" you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring into the old gentleman's step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink that enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life's great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink the sale of which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and inform; to build highways and hospitals and schools--then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise."
written by Noah S. Sweat, Judge, Mississippi, 1948
read by Nic Offer, !!!, my house, last night
If when you say "whisky" you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degredation, and despair, and shame, and helplessness, and hopelessness--then certainly I am against it.
But, if when you say "whisky" you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring into the old gentleman's step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink that enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life's great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink the sale of which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and inform; to build highways and hospitals and schools--then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise."
written by Noah S. Sweat, Judge, Mississippi, 1948
read by Nic Offer, !!!, my house, last night