[james] madison pointed out in the discussion of the constitutional debates - the constitutional convention - that democracy would be a danger. He used england of course as the model and said suppose that in england everyone had the free right to vote; the poor, the propertyless - who are the great majority - would use their voting power to take away the rights of property owners to carry out what we would call land reform.
In our own native land, in defense of the freedom that is our birthright and which we ever enjoyed till the late violation of it. for the protection of our property, acquired solely by the honest industry of our fore-fathers and ourselves, against violence actually offered, we have taken up arms. we shall lay them down when hostilities shall cease on the part of the aggressors, and all danger of their being renewed shall be removed, and not before.
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while i grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which i would land, and in this way i moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
When i looked at the painting i felt the same convergence on a single point: a flickering sun-struck instance that existed now and forever. Only occasionally did i notice the chain on the finch's ankle, or think what a cruel life for a little living creature - fluttering briefly, forced always to land in the same hopeless place.
Maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're gonna land, and i gotta tell you, friends, to stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.
Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing i don't know what. at one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. it bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. in a few moments it returns to its original color. "well, that explains a lot," says beetee. i look at peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but beetee.
Without looking, then, to those extraordinary social influences which are now acting in precisely this direction, but only at whatis inevitably doing around us, i think we must regard the land as a commanding and increasing power on the citizen, the sanative and americanizing influence, which promises to disclose new virtues for ages to come.
[patriotism] ...Is a word which always commemorates a robbery. There isn't a foot of land in the world which doesn't represent the ousting and re-ousting of a longline of successive "owners" who each in turn, as "patriots" with proud swelling hearts defended it against the next gang of "robbers" who came to steal it and did -- and became swelling-hearted patriots in their turn.