Well they haven’t got it yet.
At tomorrow’s meeting Mitch may reach into Lindsey’s make-up bag and pull out his blue eye make-up and smear it over half his (Mitch’s) face and say to his caucus:
“Dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom!”
Aye! I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
Where is William Wallace when we really need him?