Two hundred and fifty years ago today, fifty-six men signed their own death warrants.
That is not a metaphor.
Putting your name to the Declaration of Independence was treason against the Crown.
The penalty for treason was the rope.
Every man who signed knew that if the revolution failed, his signature was the evidence that would hang him.
They signed anyway.
These were not desperate men with nothing to lose.
They were lawyers, merchants, planters, and physicians.
Men with land, money, families, and comfortable lives.
They had everything to lose, and they wrote their names down anyway, in ink, where the King could read every one.
Then the war came for them.
Richard Stockton of New Jersey was dragged from his home and thrown in a British prison.
He came out with his health broken and never truly recovered.
Carter Braxton of Virginia watched the British navy sweep his ships from the sea, and much of his fortune went with them.
John Hart was driven from the bedside of his dying wife.
His fields were burned, his mill destroyed, his children scattered into hiding.
He spent more than a year sleeping in forests and caves while soldiers hunted him.
He came home to a fresh grave and an empty house.
That was the cost.
Not a slogan. Not a parade. The actual price, paid by actual men, with their homes and their families and their names.
They closed that document with a single line.
They pledged to each other their Lives, their Fortunes, and their sacred Honor.
And every one of them was asked to make good on all three.
Two hundred and fifty years later, we are still free because they were not afraid.
Happy Independence Day.
Spend it like it was expensive.
Because it was.
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Weather has impacted 7 of the 9 games so far this home stand. These are from Wednesday. The 1st video is @ 630p, second 7p, picture after the game started at 755p. There’s no way we would have been playable had we not replaced our warning track last year with @crimsonstoneinc
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Ever been in combat? Ever been shot at? I haven’t. Neither, until today, has President Trump.
But one thing that combat veterans tell me, over and over, is that combat reveals character. The experience of being under fire exposes who you are in fundamental ways. You don’t really know what that answer will be until the moment is upon you.
Well, we just had President Trump’s character revealed. Turns out he’s the kind of man who comes under fire, takes a hit, feels the blood. and stands back up… with his fist raised. That’s who he is.
That’s who he always was – and now we know it.