A message to the Class of 2012:
Even though large tracts of Copley Lawn and many old and famous Georgetown Day traditions have fallen or may fall into the grip of Jeanne Lord, Erika Cohen Derr, and all the odious apparatus of the Center for Student Programs, we shall not flag or fail. We shall drink on to the end.
We shall drink in France, we shall drink on the seas and oceans, we shall drink with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall drink on our sacred Georgetown Day, whatever the cost may be. We shall drink on the beaches, we shall drink on the landing grounds, we shall drink in the fields and in the streets, we shall drink in the hills; we shall never sober up, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this senior class or a large part of it were subjugated and sober on Georgetown Day, then our underclassmen allies, armed and guarded by the Spirit of Georgetown, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the whole student body of Georgetown University, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of Georgetown Day.
Why, Barack, now you’ve outdone yourself:
Let’s make Georgetown Day about alcohol this year.
A capital idea!