The Memphis murder by 5 cops was due to progressive-liberal-woke policies, poor training, and lower standards. Who wants to work for loser politicians? Cops can’t do their job if criminals are out before the cops can get home. The department is down over 500 officers from 2011.
Judge Noah S. “Soggy” Sweat, Jr. was a judge, law professor, and state representative in the US State of Mississippi. He became notable for his 1952 speech on the floor of the Mississippi State Legislature concerning his position on the prohibition of alcohol which was still in force in the state at that time. Reportedly the speech took Sweat two and a half months to write. The speech is renowned for the grand rhetorical terms in which it seems to come down firmly and decisively on both sides of prohibition. The speech gave rise to the phrase “If by whiskey,” used to illustrate such equivocation of positions in an argument.
Is there a value in being able to argue a position from both sides before you decide? Most tough issues are tough because they do have two sides.
The Whisky Speech
My friends, I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, this is how I feel about whiskey:
If when you say whiskey you mean the devil’s brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.
But, if when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman’s step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.
(“Soggy” Sweat, Jr. was born in Alcorn County, entered elementary school at the age of four and graduated Corinth High School in 1939. His nickname was given to him by a classmate who thought his red hair resembled the tassel on a sorghum stalk. He began calling him “Soghum” which later turned into “Soggy”.)