If We Added Up The Killed And

I Had A Dream That I Would Be Here This Week, Receiving Something From The President, But I Thought It Would Be The Front Door Key.

No More Verbally Incomprehensible No More Devoid Of The Vision Thing And No More The Cautious Pragmatist Proudly Displaying The Virtues Of Tradition And The Advantages Of Biological Seniority.

Yet When The Blood Of The Sons Of Immigrants And The Grandsons Of Slaves Fell On Foreign Fields, It Was American Blood. In It You Could Not Read The Ethnic Particulars Of The Soldier Who Died Next To You. He Was An American. And When I Think Of How We Learned This Lesson, I Wonder How We Could Have Unlearned It.

A Government That Seizes Control Of The Economy For The Good Of The People Ends Up Seizing Control Of The People For The Good Of The Economy

You Know, A Better Man For A Better America. That's Sort Of Our Slogan.