Lend Me Your Ears!*

I come not to praise the Constitution, but to bury it.

The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones. So let it be with the Constitution. The noble Progressive hath told you that the Constitution was outdated. If it were so, it was a grievous fault, and grievously hath that document answer'd it.

Here, under leave of the Progressive and the rest - for the Progressive is an honourable man. Woman. Gender-neutral being.

So are they all, all honourable beings. Just ask them.

Come I to speak at the Constitution's funeral.

It was my friend, faithful and just to me. But the Progressive says it was outdated, too rigid, too difficult to understand.

And the Progressive is an honourable being.

The Constitution hath brought much freedom to America, which benefits did the general coffers fill. Did this in the Constitution seem outdated?

When that the poor have cried, the Constitution hath left their succor to the Citizens, who violated that document to provide that succor.

A rigid contract should be made of sterner stuff. Yet the Progressive says it was too rigid. And the Progressive is an honourable being.

I speak not to disprove what the Progressive spoke, but here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love it once, not without cause. What cause withholds you then, to mourn for it?

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason. Bear with me. My heart is in the coffin there with the Constitution, and I must pause till it come back to me.

Recently, the Washington Post sold its interest in Newsweek for $1.

Time must be worth all of 12¢.


(*With all apologies to the Bard.)