Something old, something new(ish)

Of whom or what does this remind you?

The spirit of which I speak originates in the most trifling as well as the most important circumstances. The liberties of a nation or the color of a cockade are sufficient to excite it. It creates imaginary, and magnifies real causes of complaint; arrogates to itself every virtue—denies every merit to its opponents; secretly entertains the worst designs—publicly imputes them to its adversaries: poisons domestic happiness with its dissensions; assails the character of the living with calumny, and, invading the very secrets of the grave with its viperous slanders, destroys the reputations of the dead; harangues in the market place; disputes at the social board; distracts public councils with unprincipled propositions and intrigues; embitters their discussions with invective and recrimination, and degrades them by personalities and vulgar abuse; seats itself on the bench; clothes itself in the robes of justice; soils the purity of the ermine, and poisons the administration of justice in its source; mounts the pulpit, and, in the name of a God of mercy and peace, preaches discord and vengeance; invokes the worst scourges of Heaven, war, pestilence, and famine, as preferable alternatives to party defeat: blind, vindictive, cruel, remorseless, unprincipled, and at last frantic, it communicates its madness to friends as well as foes; respects nothing, fears nothing; rushes on the sword; braves the dangers of the ocean; and would not be turned from its mad career by the majesty of Heaven itself, armed with its tremendous thunders.

Senator Edward Livingston, on irresponsible political rhetoric, 1830. To me, it reads like he is quoting extensively from the playbook of the modern Republican Party. I guess there is nothing new about partisanship.

Below the jump, what I hope the Democrats will adopt as their theme song.

 

Jill Scott, 2007:

Lyrics:

If I could give you the world on a silver platter
Would it even matter? You'd still be mad at me
If I could find in all this a dozen roses
Which I would give to you, you'd still be miserable

In reality I'm gon' be who I be and I don't feel no faults
For all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may, break me down when I say
That it ain't up to you, gonna do what you do

Hate on me, hater, now or later
'Cause I'm gonna do me, you'll be mad, baby
Go 'head and hate on me, hater, I'm not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me

Ooh, if I gave you peaches outta my own garden
And I made you a peach pie, would you slap me out?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds out of my own womb
Would you feel the love in that or ask why not the moon?

If I gave you sanity for the whole of humanity
Handed all the solutions for the pain and pollution
No matter where I live, despite the things I give
You'll always be this way, so go 'head and

Hate on me, hater, now or later
'Cause I'm gonna do me, you'll be mad, baby
Go 'head and hate on me, hater, I'm not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me

Hate on me, hater, now or later
'Cause I'm gonna do me, you'll be mad, baby
Go 'head and hate on me, hater, I'm not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me

You cannot hate on me 'cause my mind is free
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
You cannot hate on me 'cause my mind is free
Feel my destiny, so shall it be

Hate on me, hater, now or later
'Cause I'm gonna do me, you'll be mad, baby
Go 'head and hate on me, hater, I'm not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me

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