Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price jr of . . . slavery ?. . . I know not what course others may take, but T w for me, give me liberty, or give me death. ) W Patrick Henry )f 4 4. Eddie Steamshovel, Tod Damone, Bob Bob Bob and Soap Xhead jL I apent Tuesday mornings scrubbing tobáceo stains off their knees. They yL T wrote the Declaration of Independence. Once when Eddie Steamshovel J Íwas by himself in a tavern beer cooler in Michigan he took out his RaíÍ sin-Bran Detecto-Code Flasher. These men were weird and had grown J up with the usual pre-revolutionary superstitions like doing the Monkey J T and Frug would give you Anthrax. Jr 4" "Tod Damone, I want you for my sweetheart, " said Bob Bob Bob, Ías Tod Damone rolled away in a cloud of reefer smoke. Eddie and Soap M Xhead were playing Canasta on the wicker table. They had tall cool A. drinks made f rom gin and pineapples and wore white cotten suits waityL 1 ing for the mail boat to come in. This was África! L T Bob Bob Bob was looking out the window at the unbroken countryï T side. He smoked some reefer and decided that the Declaration should J state all men are created equal and that all men have certain rights of 'T life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It was good to have mariJ jr juana legal, he thought. He knew the Declaration should provide a just J" T and fair Government. When a government is unf air to it people it is W tima to plan a new one. Even Abraham Lincoln said that. Bob Bob Bob W é- decided to include a long list of ways in which the Mother Country had fL been unf air and mean to the Colonies. He got the rest of the men togeth1 A. er and they all got in a stagecoach like Eskimos and went to George ji A. Washington' s house where George had a field of grass and men got blastjl 3 ed and Jefferson went staggering home and wrote the motherfucker. J t Í