A Common Lament Of The World War

Votes Are Something That You Earn.

I'm Not Going To Sit On The Porch Of The Old Anchorman's Home With A Drool Cup.

There On The Beaches Of Normandy I Began To Reflect On The Wonders Of These Ordinary People Whose Lives Were Laced With The Markings Of Greatness.

It Will Do Us Little Good To Wire The World If We Short Circut Our Souls. There Is No Delete Button For Racism, Poverty, Or Sectarian Violence. No Key Stroke Can Ever Clean The Air, Save A River, Preserve A Forest. This Transformational New Technology Must Be An Extension Of Our Hearts As Well As Of Our Mind.

I Remain The Luckiest Guy I Know.