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Friday, April 25th, 2014
|You tell 'em, Ollie
It's Oliver Cromwell's birthday today. I've never been much of a fan of his, but I've got to say, I admire his speech on dismissing Parliament. It's the kind of thing I'd like to say myself to Congress. And the administration. And the Supreme Court. Sadly, I'm not virtuous enough to take their place; no one is. But that doesn't mean they all haven't earned Cromwell's rebuke.
It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter'd your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?
Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil'd this sacred place, and turn'd the Lord's temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress'd, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.
In the name of God, go!