I Said I Didn't Want To Run

A Shining City Is Perhaps All The President Sees From The Portico Of The White House And The Veranda Of His Ranch, Where Everyone Seems To Be Doing Well. But There's Another Part To The Shining City. In This Part Of The City There Are More Poor Than Ever, More Families In Trouble, More And More People Who Need Help But Can't Find It.

There Are Some Who Ask Us To Believe That If We Want The Best Of Times For Ourselves, The Fit And The Fortunate, Then We'll Just Have To Learn To Live With The Worst Of Times For Millions Of Other Americans - That We're Doomed To Be A Nation Of The Lucky And The Left-out. I Don't Believe It. My Mother Didn't Believe It. Your Ancestors Didn't Believe It. And I Don't Think You Should Believe It.

The Mugger Who Is Arrested Is Back On The Street Before The Police Officer, But The Person Mugged May Not Be Back On The Street For A Long Time, If Ever.

We Believe In Encouraging The Talented, But We Believe That While Survival Of The Fittest May Be A Good Working Description Of The Process Of Evolution, A Government Of Humans Should Elevate Itself To A Higher Order.

It's A Little Leaguers Game That Major Leaguers Play Extraordinarily Well, A Game That Excites Us Throughout Adulthood. The Crack Of The Bat And The Scent Of The Horsehide On Leather Bring Back Our Own Memories That Have Been Washed Away With The Sweat And Tears Of Summers Long Gone...even As The Setting Sun Pushes The Shadows Past Home Plate.