Whereas the Kenyan would only work for those within the armpit of American society?
Remember, the Kenyan promised to CHANGE America...do you realize what that promise sounds like to those within the dregs of society?
BrokeLoser, posted terms similar to “America’s best”, or “real Americans”, express a wide spectrum of opinions but a narrower spectrum of intellectual or other attributes of their opinions’ that might be generally considered as their more respectfully esteemable opinions.
Within the story of “The Devil and Daniel Webster” I recalled and quote this portion of text relating to Daniel’s introduction to the Devil’s selected American jurors. Respectfully, Supposn
Refer to
www.tkinter.smig.net/Stuff/DevilAndDanielWebster/index.htm
Respectfully, Supposn
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"The jury Mr. Webster demands," said the stranger, sipping at his boiling glass. "You must pardon the rough appearance of one or two; they will have come a long way."
And with that the fire burned blue and the door blew open and twelve men entered, one by one.
If Jabez Stone had been sick with terror before, he was blind with terror now. For there was Walter Butler, the loyalist, who spread fire and horror through the Mohawk Valley in the times of the Revolution; and there was Simon Girty, the renegade, who saw white men burned at the stake and whooped with the Indians to see them burn. His eyes were green, like a catamount's, and the stains on his hunting shirt did not come from the blood of the deer. King Philip was there, wild and proud as he had been in life, with the great gash in his head that gave him his death wound, and cruel Governor Dale, who broke men on the wheel. There was Morton of Merry Mount, who so vexed the Plymouth Colony, with his flushed, loose, handsome face and his hate of the godly. There was Teach, the bloody pirate, with his black beard curling on his breast. The Reverend John Smeet, with his strangler's hands and his Geneva gown, walked as daintily as he had to the gallows. The red print of the rope was still around his neck, but he carried a perfumed handkerchief in one hand. One and all, they came into the room with the fires of hell still upon them, and the stranger named their names and their deeds as they came, till the tale of twelve was told. Yet the stranger had told the truth—they had all played a part in America.
"Are you satisfied with the jury, Mr. Webster?" said the stranger mockingly, when they had taken their places.
The sweat stood upon Dan'l Webster's brow, but his voice was clear.
"Quite satisfied," he said. "Though I miss General Arnold from the company".