…had had enough of King George by 1776 that we allowed some really smart, if (by today’s standards) terribly flawed guys to write a letter to the King telling him we were breaking up with him. And then we did.

“Dear King George: We’ve had it with your shit. No, wait, it should be more formal”
Dathan: “Where’s yer Messiah now, see?”
Would you want to buy a used car from this man?
The Hellscape that was 1968 (National Guardsmen during DC riots)
Satan smirking with delight

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