If you can stop spinning for a bit over what's happening in our country, I hope you'll take a minute to pat yourself on the back, click those teeth a few times, and have a happy birthday.
and by the way, thanks for all that stuff you did at Valley Forge, and Long Island, and Trenton, and the Deleware River crossing, and for Brandywine, Germantown, Monmouth and Yorktown, and Princeton. And oh yeah, Saratoga was cool (that English devil Howe lost his whole damned army). And I imagine it was a pain in the ass to be president with mouthy old Franklin limping around on his gouty toes. And yet folks seem to forget who you were and how much you meant to our nation.
So happy birthday, you old fucker.
"With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come."
BKB