I Would Have Made A Good Pope.

The Destiny Of Our Land, The Air We Breathe, The Water We Drink Is Not In The Mystical Hands Of An Uncontrollable Agent, It Is In Our Hands. A Future Which Brings The Balancing Of Our Resources-preserving Quality With Quantity - Is A Future Limited Only By The Boundaries Of Our Will To Get The Job Done.

Most Days I Feel Like The Sole Survivor Of A Shipwreck, Rowing My Paddleboat Across A Sea Of People On Waves Made Of An Infinite Array Of Hands And Crests That Reveal Anonymous Faces. On A Good Day, The Clouds Part To Alight On-lo And Behold-an Island! I Step Ashore, Only Find That It Too Is Made Of People, Mangled Bodies Somehow Still Alive. They Grab At My Feet, Pulling Me Under Like Quicksand. The Last Thing I See Before Suffocating Is The Sky, A Billion Eyes Staring Down, Blinking In Undulating Electric Ripples. The Cold Rain I Feel On My Cheeks Is The Tears Of The People.

I'm Not A Lovable Man.

This Memorial Day Should Remind Us Of The Greatness That Past Generations Of Americans Achieved From Valley Forge To Vietnam, And It Should Inspire Us With The Determination To Keep America Great And Free By Keeping America Safe And Strong In Our Own Time, A Time Of Unique Destiny And Opportunity For Our Nation.

Economic Power Is Not The Same As Strength Of National Character. Our Country May Be Rich In Goods, But We Are Poor In Spirit.