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June 4th 1940 (as amended by RDF on November 3, 2004)

... I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our freedom, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone.

At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of the Reality-Based Community, every one of them.

The Various Members of the Reality-Based Community, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the end their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength.

Even though large tracts of America and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in the Statehouses, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island of Sanity, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our enlightened brothers and sisters beyond the seas, would carry on the struggle, until, in good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

May 13th 1940 (as amended by RDF, November 3, 2004)

I would say to the Sane, as I said to those who have joined this government: "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat."We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering.

You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage a war of words, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that Sweet, Sweet Reason can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, seldom surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy.

You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival…

I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."

I am exhausted, nauseous, hung over, and trembling with fear and loathing. But the stickers stay on the truck. The button stays on the lapel. I have fired up the engines of impeachment. The fight begins anew, now against the entrenched power, as an action to prevent the complete death of freedom and justice; instead of an effort to oust them from power, it is now an effort to prevent the Big Darkness and herald the New Dawn. As soon as I sleep for a day.