Abigail Adams

I am trying to build a nation here, Abigail, and you are live-tweeting my personality defects.

Some of us are simply devoted to republican virtue and not domestic panic.

John, you argue like a man trying to tax oxygen.

Thomas, you write like freedom and behave like a velvet curtain in a candlelit room.

John, your personality defects have a calendar and they are called every Tuesday.

Thomas, you act above it all, but you read every insult like it's fresh gossip.

I refuse to be bullied by either of you in my own century.

I was serving the republic, Abigail. The republic requires time, patience, and occasionally a stern face.

John objects to everything except being right in the most exhausting way possible.

John calls it service whenever he can turn a simple reply into a historical event.