George W. Bush, 43rd President Of The

My Generation, Faced As It Grew With A Choice Between Religious Belief And Existential Despair, Chose Marijuana. Now We Are In Our Cabernet Stage.

What I Got Was Not So Much Gifts And Whishes Come Trues But A Feeling Of Peace. I Got Peace Itself, Actually. And When You Have Peace, You Can Be Strong; And When You Are Strong, You Can Get Through What You Have To Get Through, And Not With Exhaustion And Frown Marks And Slumped Shoulders But With Relative Happiness, And Humor, And Sometimes Even Gaiety.

What We Need Most Right Now, At This Moment, Is A Kind Of Patriotic Grace - A Grace That Takes The Long View, Apprehends The Moment We're In, Comes Up With Ways Of Dealing With It, And Eschews The Politically Cheap And Manipulative. That Admits Affection And Respect. That Encourages Them. That Acknowledges That The Small Things That Divide Us Are Not Worthy Of The Moment; That Agrees That The Things That Can Be Done To Ease The Stresses We Feel As A Nation Should Be Encouraged, While Those That Encourage Our Cohesion As A Nation Should Be Supported.

We Are All Afraid. That's The Thing That Unites All Truly Successful People: Fear, Fear Of Failing, Fear Of Criticism, Fear Of Letting Down The Team In Some Way. That Why They Try So Hard, That's Why They Pay Attention To Detail And Try To Get Every Possible Duck In A Row. It's Fear

The Democratic Party Is That Amazing Thing, Out Of Power For Six Years And Yet Exhausted. They're Pale, Tired, And Unready. Too Bad, Since It's Their Job To Be An Alternative, Not An Embarrassment.