The Midnight Ride of the New York Resistance

Comply serf!

Comply serf!

In the wake of the Newtown school shooting, the King Governor of New York, King George III Andrew Cuomo and his ilk in the state assembly rushed through the so-called Safe Act.

As citizens subjects of New York State began to realize that freedom and liberty were now lost resistance to the so-called Safe Act intensified as the deadline approached to register their guns. King Andrew Governor Cuomo vowed to retaliate and enforce the law.

King Andrew Governor Cuomo marched out with the State troopers to enforce the law in resisting counties.  Meanwhile an opposing force of freedom-loving citizens sounded the alarm over the impending arrival of regular New York State troopers.

And so began the midnight ride of the New York State Resistance.

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of the New York State Resistance, 

Don't tread on me!

Don’t tread on me!

On the eighteenth of April, in 2014;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

They said to their friends, “If the State Troopers march
By thruway from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,–
And I on  will be, ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through Schoharie, Otsego, Herkimer, Oneida, Hamilton, Fulton, Montgomery, through every  village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.”

Meanwhile, their friends through alley and street
Wander and watch, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around them they hear
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the New York State Troopers,
Marching out of Albany.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of New York State was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
They have left the village and mounted the steep,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of their steed as they ride.

It was twelve by the village clock
When they crossed into Schoharie County.
They heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

 It was one by the village clock,
When they drove into Otsego.
They saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as they passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at them with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When they came to Herkimer County.
They heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a New York State Trooper assault weapon. 

The enemy stands vigilant

The enemy stands vigilant


You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the New York State Troopers fired and fled,—
How the farmers gave them shot for shot,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the grey-coats

Fire upon the enemy!

Fire upon the enemy!

 down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode the New York State Resistance;
And so through the night went their cry of alarm
To every village and farm,—
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of the New York State Resistance.

There is no use pretending anymore.  Civil war is imminent. Our State and Federal governments exist to increase their power at the hands of the citizens.

Our government has lost the right to our allegiance.  We can take it and live as serfs or we can resist.




2 Responses

  1. Where was the New York State Resistance when all these A-holes were being elected?

    BTW, please check your spam for a comment I made on your ugly blowfish post.

  2. Manhattan Infidel says:

    Vastly outnumbered by the downstate intelligentsia.

    I didn’t find your comment in my spam.

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