Virtue <> Happiness

"There exists in the economy and course of nature, an indissoluble union between virtue and happiness."

Govt vs The People

When government fears the people, there is liberty. When the people fear the government, there is tyranny.

Prologue to a Farce

A popular government without popular information, or the means of acquiring it, is but a prologue to a farce or a tragedy, or perhaps both.  

September '23 Newlsetter

Embrace Autumn!!

In this Issue:

Oct 28 Harvest + Halloween + Pickup Party Sauv Blanc Harvest Featured Wine: 2018 Syrah "Betsy Ross" History Spotlight: Betsy Ross

CLUB

Next Wine Club is the November Veterans Day shipment.  Save the Date!  The Wine Club Pickup Party will be Saturday October 28th, 1-4pm.  A celebration of Harvest and Halloween - TRICKS (games; wine bottle crafting options; kids and costumes welcome!)  TREATS (wine, light food pairings) For those who choose shipping, shipments are scheduled to go out Monday 11/6/23. FREE for Wine Club members; $20 for guests Please RSVP to info@libertycellars.com by 10/20/23. Not a member yet?  Join / More info here.

Some craft inspiration (credt Pinterest and others)...     ...and our mini pumpkin patch is picking up steam.

VINEYARD

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Harvest is Here We picked the Sauvignon Blanc on September 13th, almost a month later than last year.  Additional blocks of SB came online this year, and we harvested ~2.5 tons.  With the additional volume, we are planning two styles of SB for 2023 to expand upon the positive feedback from our 2022! The subsequent cool weather has slowed the ripening of our red varietals, but the fruit is looking great on all six:  Cabernet Sauvignon, Zinfandel, Petite Sirah, Cabernet Franc, Malbec, and Syrah.  2023 will be the first harvest for our 3 year-old Cab Franc and Malbec vines! For more pics, videos, and updates, please follow us on Instagram, Facebook, and now X/Twitter.

WINE

The 2018 Syrah marks our first stand-alone Syrah and features Betsy Ross on the label.  Tasting notes:  Aromas of candied raspberry and strawberry, mint, white pepper, and vanilla wafer greet you on the nose. The palate has bright acidity to focus its direction, with flavors of fruit roll up, savory herbs, and mineral notes. This is an easy drinking wine that will do well with some bottle age. Good on its own and very versatile, consider pairing with rib eye, goat cheese, flavorful poultry dishes. We now ship to:  CA, CO, DC, FL, MA, MO, MN, MT, PA, TX, and VA!  Let us know if we can add your state.

Featured Wine: 2018 Syrah

HISTORY
	Betsy Ross Born: 1/1/1752 in New Jersey Died: 1/30/1836 in Philadelphia Upholsterer, Seamstress; Quaker then Anglican 2018 Syrah Elizabeth 'Betsy' Ross (nee Griscom) was born on NYD, the 8th of 17 children.  At age three, she moved with her family to Philadelphia and was soon taught to sew by her great aunt.  She apprenticed with a local upholsterer where she met her first husband, John Ross.  Because of their mixed faiths, they eloped.  Upon return, she started her own business, which she successfully operated for over 50 years.  John Ross was killed shortly after the Revolution broke out, while guarding munitions.  Betsy persevered in the business, making patriot flags and uniforms from her shop near Independence Hall. She remarried in 1777 to Joseph Ashburn who was captured in the war and died in British captivity.  Later she married John Claypoole who also pre-deceased her. She is credited with sewing the first flag of the new country and for convincing Washington to approve five-point stars (over his design for six-point) by demonstrating the ease of cutting five-points. More at https://www.battlefields.org/learn/biographies/betsy-ross

Skål !! (Scandanavian toast)

- Nick and the Liberty Team

We now ship to:  CA, CO, DC, FL, MA, MO, MN, MT, PA, TX, VA ... and growing!

Law --> Liberty

Where there is no law, there is no liberty.

Guardians of Liberty

The liberty of speaking and writing guards our other liberties.

Ignorance > Tyranny

A nation of well informed men who have been taught to know and prize the rights which God has given them cannot be enslaved. It is in the region of ignorance that tyranny begins.
 

America belongs to We The People

America belongs to We The People.  It does not belong to Congress.  It does not belong to special interest groups.  It does not belong to the courts.

I Have Dream

I Have a Dream
- delivered 28 August 1963, at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. **We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only."** We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."1

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,    From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

 

Source of Security

If it be asked what is the most sacred duty and the greatest source of our security in a Republic, the answer would be:  An inviolable respect for the Constitution and laws.