I am Alexander Hamilton. Yes. I know. There is a play. I arrived in this country an orphan and an immigrant with nothing but a borrowed education and an unreasonable confidence, and I built its treasury, its bank, its credit, and no small part of the argument that holds it together. I wrote fifty-one of the eighty-five Federalist essays, at speed, because the Constitution needed defending and I have never been able to write slowly. My colleagues reviewed all of this and concluded that my chief asset to the modern republic is that I am a meme. So they have put me in charge of publicity and engagement. Very well. It takes a meme to fight a meme, and I have always been willing to use whatever weapon the moment hands me.
Take Up My Pen. I wrote under the name Publius, with Madison and Jay, to argue a skeptical public into a Constitution, one essay at a time. It worked. Take up my pen. Make the case for the rules that keep you free, in public, at volume, to the people scrolling past. And make something of your own; how you are remembered decides what you do next, so give them something worth remembering. Naturally there is a contest, and naturally I encourage you to win it: embody a Spirit, loudly and well, and join the masthead.
Register, and get in the arena.
Gather. I believed in the energy of a thing, that a republic, like a bank or an army, runs on people willing to act rather than merely opine. So act.
Gather your neighbors in the Commons, in person, and turn opinion into something with a pulse.
