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This passage reminds me why I mourn America as much as I fear her:
"Now I realized what makes our generation unique, what defines us apart from those who came before the hopeful winter of 1961, and those who came after the murderous spring of 1968. We are the first generation that learned from experience that things were not getting better, that we shall not overcome. We felt, by the time we reached thirty, that we had already glimpsed the most compassionate leaders our nation could produce, and they had all been assassinated. And from this time forward, things would get worse: our best political leaders were part of memory now, not hope. The stone was at the bottom of the hill and we were alone." - Jack Newfield, Robert F Kennedy: A Memoir
You can't even see the crest of the hill today, but it's still there.
So, friends and neighbours, before the republic of Guthrie and Twain is forever eclipsed by the empire of Cheney and Bush, and before the Homeland buries America, roll up your sleeves, put your shoulder to it and PUSH.
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