The Apology

Ingredients
– Hemlock
– Shame? Hopefully
– Spilled Tea
– Inner Daimons
– One shot for every time you question how we got here

“You sit here accusing me of spreading false gods and corrupting the youth with alcohol. Who could my false god be? A voice crying out in the wilderness is a voice crying out for truth; and truth is the god that I worship. Do you claim truth is a false god Shame. Shame upon you.”

“Men of Dartmouth, I honor and love you; but I shall obey my god rather than you, and while I have life and strength I shall never cease from the practice and teaching of philosophy. My plainness of speech makes them hate me, and what is their hatred but a proof that I am speaking the truth.”

His accuser, cowered fear in the face of a true challenge. The conspiracy he brought against Socrates could not function under the weight of his own “incompetence”. He flicked the cape of his toga over his shoulder and stormed out of the Assembly—tripping over a rope covered in wet red paint.

And for once Socrates received not death, but rather his righteous vindication. He proclaimed to all that could hear that you may not strike him with impunity. His accuser, censured by the Office of Judicial Affairs.

— Scotch Cara and Alcibiades York