I Made America - Alexander Hamilton (episodes 1-5)

My face! Beautiful!!!

mr.hamilton you are really hot. you're like a stove. a zesty pepper. hot.

Back at ya. You’re like the burning sensation from a gunshot wound. Like riding on horseback through battle. Like staring into the depths of George Washington’s eyes…

I am bad at being angry and therefore in need of Hamiltonian advice. At what point should one stop attempting to reason with an unreasonable fellow, and start challenging him to a duel?

You’re skipping a very important step. If you are at wits end with a man, do not jump directly to dueling. This is where many fail.

You see, the trick is to first get inside the man’s head. Destroy him little by little until his own thoughts betray him. Write a poem questioning his character. Or some sort of article, a blog if you will, with extravagant accusations* toward his morality. Publish. 

Break. Him.

Then, only after you have publicly insulted his reputation, challenge him. He will be so filled with anger and fury he will never be able to hold a gun straight! Then kill him. 

I hope you found this helpful.

AH

*Never mind the accusations to be credible. Once you kill him in a duel, no one will question you, and his reputation will be tarnished for all of history.

Band Called Catch has a new music video! I still fondly look back upon the night Jefferson was privileged enough to play along side them. 

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I call this “Horny Hamilton.”

I’d agree with this title.

Who did you prefer most? Washington, Laurens or Lafayette?

That’s like saying “Who’s sexier; Salma Hayek, Beyonce, or Maria Reynolds?”

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Hamilton gets sassy.

You’re sassy. 

I like where this conversation is heading, Sir.
You won’t for long if you continue your trollery. You will be destroyed.

Trollery can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. I neither claim such privilege nor indulge it in others. I expect to hear from you.
Ah, horse apples. You speak nothing but ill offense to intelligence with your nonsensical grouping of words. If I find a glove around, I’d have half a mind to use it to slap your cheek, but that would only be redundant to do to one so cheeky.

Your mother, Sir.
What about her, I say? She was in every which way a powerful woman before there was such a thing as powerful women. But I digress from my point, which is, of course, being that you smell of rank sausage! 


Still lonely since Mindi dumped you, Sir? I’m sensing this trollery is misplaced.
Well it was all fun and games…

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hamishot:

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hamishot:

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Hamilton gets sassy.

You’re sassy. 

I like where this conversation is heading, Sir.

You won’t for long if you continue your trollery. You will be destroyed.

Trollery can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. I neither claim such privilege nor indulge it in others. I expect to hear from you.

Ah, horse apples. You speak nothing but ill offense to intelligence with your nonsensical grouping of words. If I find a glove around, I’d have half a mind to use it to slap your cheek, but that would only be redundant to do to one so cheeky.

Your mother, Sir.

What about her, I say? She was in every which way a powerful woman before there was such a thing as powerful women. But I digress from my point, which is, of course, being that you smell of rank sausage! 

Still lonely since Mindi dumped you, Sir? I’m sensing this trollery is misplaced.

Well it was all fun and games…

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

Hamilton gets sassy.

You’re sassy. 

I like where this conversation is heading, Sir.
You won’t for long if you continue your trollery. You will be destroyed.

Trollery can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. I neither claim such privilege nor indulge it in others. I expect to hear from you.
Ah, horse apples. You speak nothing but ill offense to intelligence with your nonsensical grouping of words. If I find a glove around, I’d have half a mind to use it to slap your cheek, but that would only be redundant to do to one so cheeky.


Your mother, Sir.
What about her, I say? She was in every which way a powerful woman before there was such a thing as powerful women. But I digress from my point, which is, of course, being that you smell of rank sausage! 

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

Hamilton gets sassy.

You’re sassy. 

I like where this conversation is heading, Sir.

You won’t for long if you continue your trollery. You will be destroyed.

Trollery can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. I neither claim such privilege nor indulge it in others. I expect to hear from you.

Ah, horse apples. You speak nothing but ill offense to intelligence with your nonsensical grouping of words. If I find a glove around, I’d have half a mind to use it to slap your cheek, but that would only be redundant to do to one so cheeky.

Your mother, Sir.

What about her, I say? She was in every which way a powerful woman before there was such a thing as powerful women. But I digress from my point, which is, of course, being that you smell of rank sausage! 

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

Hamilton gets sassy.

You’re sassy. 

I like where this conversation is heading, Sir.
You won’t for long if you continue your trollery. You will be destroyed.


Trollery can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. I neither claim such privilege nor indulge it in others.

I expect to hear from you.
Ah, horse apples. You speak nothing but ill offense to intelligence with your nonsensical grouping of words. If I find a glove around, I’d have half a mind to use it to slap your cheek, but that would only be redundant to do to one so cheeky.

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

hamishot:

publius-report:

Hamilton gets sassy.

You’re sassy. 

I like where this conversation is heading, Sir.

You won’t for long if you continue your trollery. You will be destroyed.

Trollery can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. I neither claim such privilege nor indulge it in others. I expect to hear from you.

Ah, horse apples. You speak nothing but ill offense to intelligence with your nonsensical grouping of words. If I find a glove around, I’d have half a mind to use it to slap your cheek, but that would only be redundant to do to one so cheeky.