Washington Crossing the One Dollar Bill of Right, or, Burr, Was It Ever Cold War at Billy Forge

He whom H.L. Mencken once called “the immortal Washington”, Circular to the States, 1783: “Arbitrary power is most easily established on the ruins of liberty abused to licentiousness.”

To which, a commenter at Yahoo!® Answers, c. 2008: “Apparently George Washington…he sounds kind of like William F. Buckly [sic].”

In which case, I can just see Mr. First in War, &c., &c., to Aaron Burr after the latter commenced to curse upon discovering that the suggestion “let George do it”, apparently and as it happened, did not include within its too-brief among briefs sufficient notice of his virtues unto a desired military promotion his hopes for which the former had buried: “Now, listen, you cuirass, you stop calling me a promo-crypt not-see, or I’ll see you on the cover of a Gore Vidal novel someday!”



And so he did, for he was a patient president, long after the doctors had given him his last honorable-until-expiration discharge unto that celestial Potomac crossing from whose bourn no general, no matter how many silver dollars he throws from those clouds as white as the hair from his portraits, returns.