Love the music, hate the words (the third verse-“No refuge could save the hireling and slave/From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave.”-is telling of the nature of the SOB, Francis Scott Key, who wrote it). This, after Admiral Sir George Cockburn of the Royal Navy had freed about 4,000 slaves in the Chesapeake Bay region, and set them, dressed as redcoats, on Washington, D.C., causing first Dolly, then James, Madison to flee the White house with supper still warm in the chafing dishes. Listening to this did bring tears to my eyes, as it always does. Then the amazingly incompetent neocons proceeded to squander all of the good will engendered around the world in response to this most horrific of black ops. Those who suffered suffer yet. And liberty is but a fond memory. This was the intended purpose.
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